Who could have imagined that beneath the cramped washroom lay such a dazzling, extravagant scene?
Shen Ru gave the group no time to collect themselves. He pushed open the door and strode inside with enthusiasm.
Mo Yu and Sheng Ziyao followed close behind.
The Players exchanged glances. Now that the mission had been issued, failure meant death. They had no choice at all.
Everyone could only steel themselves and follow him through the door.
It was still pitch-black inside. They felt their way forward through seemingly endless darkness, the shuffling footsteps around them gradually growing hurried and chaotic.
Someone redeemed a flashlight. Its faint beam illuminated only a small area, but it gradually calmed the uneasy crowd.
As time ticked by, the eerie sense that they would never reach the end spread around them. Some Players were overcome by the fear of being trapped in the tunnel, their hair standing on end as panic gripped them.
The young man's steps remained sure.
The information An'an had given him had to be right. The little girl might have lied about some things, but her desperate desire to bring him here had to have been genuine.
Yet they had already been walking for nearly ten minutes. A child under five would have needed even longer.
That made no sense.
So the problem had to lie among them.
Shen Ru stopped and asked calmly, "Check within your guilds. Is anyone missing?"
No one understood why, but they instinctively looked for the companions who had entered the Instance with them.
After confirming that everyone was present, they reported back to Shen Ru.
Just as the young man frowned and decided to try another approach, a terrified gasp suddenly came from the crowd.
"There's... there's an extra person."
Even if League Players lacked ability, their