In the dream world, the player "Rain Drop" wore a mage's robe with no stats whatsoever. Beneath the blazing sun, beads of sweat formed on his cool, stern face.
"Is that sun nailed in place forever?" Rain Drop glanced up at the sun in the sky.
No matter how many times he entered the dream, that sun always hung overhead, radiating light and heat.
After so much exposure, the ground grew hot as well.
He glanced back. The ground was far below him, at least forty meters down.
Beside the mage player, Reinhardt stood bare-chested, sweat pouring off him. A wave of his hand sent a shower of droplets flying.
"Staying here is murder. It's too hot."
He had long since tossed his heavy armor onto the ground and had no desire whatsoever to put it back on.
At first, this dream world had not been so scorching, but as the sun continued to shine, the land grew hotter and hotter.
Hart reached toward his heavy armor, extracted a steel block, then placed it at the highest point.
They were on a black spiral structure, a project organized by a group of curious enthusiasts.
They did not consider Nightmare Disease a bad thing. Quite the opposite: they thought it was a blessing.
A terrifying being had once passed through the sky. Although they had not witnessed it firsthand, it had sparked their curiosity about what lay above, so they wanted to use their building ability to stack up a Sky-Piercing Tower that reached straight into the heavens.
To complete this project, this small group of players had gathered here to build the tower's foundation.
Some of them handled logistics. They needed water, food, and somewhere to relieve themselves.
If they neglected their needs, they could easily fall ill. Dying of