Although she complained inwardly.
Rosalind was not about to flee at the last moment.
She just felt that the Architect pulling something like this right at the start of the dungeon was honestly a little excessive.
She did not even have a weapon yet!
And it was one thing that she could not use her real-world skills after entering the dungeon, but even her attributes had been suppressed below the average level.
...Role-playing dungeons were not just about playing a role in appearance. More importantly, attributes would be suppressed to a range appropriate to the dungeon setting.
At first, Nine Provinces players had not liked this kind of dungeon.
Naturally, Rosalind was not used to it either.
However.
After calming down a little.
She ultimately lowered her body and charged forward, gritting her teeth.
All players' attributes had been suppressed within the dungeon to a level only slightly stronger than ordinary people's. Their agility, in particular, was painfully low.
Anyone would feel uncomfortable under those circumstances.
And since everyone felt uncomfortable.
Then this could not possibly be meant to make things difficult for the players.
Rosalind felt that this was merely a trial the Architect had created for the atmosphere.
And the truth was indeed as she had expected—
Rosalind rushed through without much trouble.
Her heartbeat soared and adrenaline surged as she sprinted across.
But at least she had not been hurt.
The moment she dashed through the gate, the wooden safety door behind her came crashing down.
Rosalind let out a long breath of relief.
Then.
The full sight of Astera entered her view.
A three-dimensional base built from shipwrecks, constantly turning waterwheels, busy Hunters and Palicos—a magnificent miracle.
Then came the story guidance, as the NPC began introducing Astera's functions to Rosalind.
Still stunned, Rosalind toured the