Jiang Qian looked at the square-faced fatty and suddenly could not help but laugh.
The other man's proposal was quite reasonable. Since the main quest had stalled at factional confrontation, "laying their cards on the table and fighting it out" was certainly an efficient solution.
But he was also too naive.
Because he had underestimated the complexity of human nature.
Although this dungeon's rules resembled a certain type of game people knew well, there were obvious differences in the rules.
Players from the same faction shared certain clues, yet they had no understanding whatsoever of the clues or functions belonging to opposing factions.
There was no fixed procedure or established formula.
With only a single encounter, it was actually difficult to immediately distinguish friend from foe and begin strategic cooperation.
So after the square-faced fatty made his suggestion, everyone wore different expressions and maintained ambiguous attitudes. Not a single person dared answer his call.
"I disagree."
Doctor Dai, who had previously kept a low profile and remained apart from the others, suddenly spoke.
He adjusted his collar and asked the Super-Species players present with a faint smile, "Fighting it out openly is certainly simple—the victor becomes king, and the loser becomes a bandit. But can the winning side really clear the dungeon?"
Those words aligned with Jiang Qian's unspoken thoughts.
The main quest update had stopped at factional confrontation, but there was no indication that completing this main quest meant they could clear the dungeon.
In fact, many questions still remained unresolved:
The maid who had suddenly attacked him on the glass walkway, the hidden mystery behind the two Parasol cards, Duke Highland, the master who had never appeared... None of these could possibly be coincidences, much less trivial side episodes.
"But what's the point of dragging this out?" The