After leaving the Adventurers' Guild, Cui Ciyou felt an urgent fire burning inside him.
The information about the Displacement Labyrinth had ignited his anxiety.
Ever since he had learned that Roxy was in danger.
An uncontrollable impulse had blazed in his chest like a wildfire.
He wanted to set out immediately, storm that damned labyrinth, and rescue Roxy from its endless darkness and danger right this instant.
Every moment, he felt the urge to throw caution to the wind and charge into the labyrinth.
And yet...
Cui Ciyou slowly drew a deep breath, then let it out.
He forcibly pushed the anxiety and anger that threatened to burn away his reason back into the depths of his heart.
Anger would solve nothing.
It was like playing games in his previous life, when he faced a boss he simply could not beat.
Throwing his mouse and smashing his keyboard in a rage did no good.
Other than having to pay for another set of equipment, he would gain nothing.
A truly smart player would choose to calm down.
Carefully analyze the boss's attack patterns, look up guides, adjust his equipment, or even... calmly open a cheat program.
Even calming down and using cheats was a proactive approach focused on solving the problem.
Impotent rage, on the other hand, was utterly useless beyond providing a moment of release.
That was precisely his situation now.
The Displacement Labyrinth was the final boss standing in his way, set to nightmare difficulty.
And Roxy was the princess trapped at the end, waiting to be rescued.
If he let anger cloud his judgment now and rushed in without preparing.
Then even if he came out unharmed, it would all be pointless if he could not save her.
This was a Western fantasy world of swords and