Kaidan Game Train: Abide Rule or Die!

"What do you mean?" The player with the metal plate who first fought with Xu Huo hesitated, "Does it mean that only one exit exists for those of us trapped here?"

The old man glanced at him sideways, "Didn’t you hear what I just said? Seven, there are seven exits."

The player nodded, "I know, but only one gate can be opened at a time, doesn’t that imply there’s only one exit?"

"You can’t go in the same direction simultaneously, but reverse directions are possible," Xu Huo said, "Whenever someone exits through one gate, others might enter through other gates, these gates could open simultaneously or remain closed."

The four players from the rescue team said nothing, but their expressions conveyed the same message: "Isn’t this obvious?"

"If many people go through one gate, it might not open, but if they split up, it’s possible any of the seven gates could open," Xu Huo said, "I guess the reason this space has so many gates is to alleviate overcrowding, as the instance spans at least eight cities and four themes. What we’ve seen so far is all horror-themed, and other Night Tour teams may be in this city too, just divided into different zones and spaces. If that’s the case, the spatial gates’ switches serve to regulate the number of people."

"In the area we’re operating, ordinary people were sent away by container props long ago, yet no newcomers have arrived here. Your hypothesis might be incorrect," said the metal plate player.

"It might also be because the pressure in the restricted area isn’t high," Xu Huo said, "When I entered, I encountered a people-devouring wave outside the partition wall. At that time, people appeared all over the city, getting killed by headgear."

"The instance’s main focus should be on players, and this Night Tour Dungeon is another controlling instance. The more advanced players that enter, the more dispersed the instance’s power should become."

"Unless the instance holder can infinitely generate headgear and Night Tour teams, mere reliance on four Night Tour teams is definitely insufficient to deal with so many players."

But the primary purpose of the headgear isn’t to kill but to control people, indicating that the instance holder requires, or the instance rules demand, this setup.

In the Night Tour teams, there must be controlled players or ordinary people. If the spatial gates’ switches are at will, rescue players entering could be transported anywhere, and dispersing them is probably advantageous."

"Have your people found the instance holder?" the old man asked.

The metal plate player shook his head slightly, "Currently, few players have encountered the Night Tour teams."

This was an evasive statement. In fact, all players who encountered Night Tour teams died, regardless of rescue teams, ticket players, or local players accidentally swept in; none survived, and no detailed information about the Night Tour teams returned.

"It seems the closer one gets to the city’s heart, the more dangerous it becomes," Xu Huo said, "Outside the partition wall were ordinary ghost headgears, but coming here they’ve turned into more difficult demon headgears."

He extended the old man’s map, pointing to the partition wall’s location, "The area outside is relatively safe for the time being."

Xu Huo and his company recently witnessed scenes where headgear pursued people who suddenly appeared from elsewhere, indicating that prior to this, these individuals were also in some space within the city, perhaps directly sucked into another space, or initially in this space, then escaped to others, and returned again. But overall, the number of space transmission gates greatly exceeds their current location.

In other words, where ghost headgear is active is most likely a place allowing swift access to other spaces. However, the spatial gates’ corresponding danger level seems consistent, with lower chances of encountering Night Tour teams."

Of course, this assumption relies on the restricted space maintaining its current state.

"So how do we get out?" asked the metal plate player. To him, Xu Huo’s exploration seemed futile, as spatial transmission gates appeared and disappeared, with locations unpredictable, and the destination of transport uncertain, possibly appearing instantly on another side of the city.

This city’s space isn’t layered one atop another but should be composed of differently sized blocks pieced together, with each block’s position incessantly changing. Exiting one block might mean never stepping back into the same block again.

The old man waved his hand after hearing the statement, "This instance isn’t that complex. If there are so many randomly combined small spaces running without pattern, how could this be a Rank-A Instance? It ought to be a Super Dungeon at least."

"With the skills of Rank-A Players, how could they possibly clear such a spatially complex instance? Consider it from another perspective."

The rescue team of four fell silent, and after a while, one said, "So, this is a survival instance, not one where we find a method to leave the restricted area."

The old man also became silent.

"Mr. Xi, better leave using container props," the metal plate player said, "Staying here is dangerous."

The old man was quite resistant, glaring and saying, "I’m not going. Don’t think that I don’t know your ways; leaving would mean being locked up for at least a year or so. If I became a medium for this instance, who knows, I might never leave the city."

He grumbled a bit, then pondered, "After getting out, I should probably move to another region to live. Being confined is no different from livestock."

"Then come with me," Xu Huo said, "I’ll take you out using container props to start anew."

The old man turned his head, chuckling with an air of smugness, "Many would like to see me off, but not you, you don’t rank."

Xu Huo didn’t mind his attitude, "You still owe me a prop."

The old man’s face fell immediately, "You’ll get it when we’re out, why rush? Don’t look like a debt collector when young."

"Living to such an age, you’ve had quite some luck," Xu Huo finished the last drop of water in his bottle and stood up, "Since you’re unwilling to join me, go with them. Surviving first and then considering freedom, the instance won’t discriminate whether you’re an Artifact Maker."

He really intended to leave, perplexing the old man, "Aren’t you here specifically to rescue me?"

"Aren’t you still alive? There’s a safe way out, and you won’t take it. I can’t forcefully drag you out," Xu Huo laughed, "Don’t worry, if you die, I’ll go straight to your shop and take props as collateral."

The rescue team naturally didn’t want Mr. Xi, such an experienced Artifact Maker, to leave or die. Xu Huo chose solo action, they had no objection, yet just when they looked eagerly at the old man, he suddenly made a resolute decision, turning to follow Xu Huo, "Xiao Xu, I’ll go with you!"