Kaidan Game Train: Abide Rule or Die!
Chapter 1099: I Only Sold Myself

Chapter 1099: Chapter 1099: I Only Sold Myself

Forced to stay?

What external factors could possibly compel a player to give up their freedom and remain here?

Exceeding the instance’s time limit?

But even if one doesn’t successfully leave the instance after fourteen days, it wouldn’t mean missing the next instance, not to mention that even if missed, it’s only a month—a far cry from being frightened to the point of feeling compelled to stay.

"Has anyone ever reappeared after going missing?" Xu Huo changed the subject.

Wang Mo didn’t understand his point, "How can someone who’s missing reappear?"

Xu Huo’s brows furrowed slightly.

On the first night of his arrival, he indeed felt a fluctuation of spatial power. At that time, Xiaohe City was still under the constraints of a vast spatial limit, and if the disappearances had nothing to do with the players of Xiaohe City, perhaps there was a problem with the space itself.

Previously, while searching for the Perfect Potion at E27 Wormhole Point 009 Zone, temporal and spatial chaos had also occurred in The Solar Museum City. If Xiaohe City happened to be situated in such a place, then the missing players might have been swallowed into another space—naturally, this was merely a conjecture, with no concrete evidence as of yet.

But assuming this premise holds, then the players who chose to stay in Xiaohe City might have missed the chance to leave the high-risk instance due to this reason.

Not everyone has the courage to face another high-risk instance.

"Speaking of which, Xiaohe City has so many players, don’t you find that strange?" Xu Huo looked at Wang Mo.

"We have Mr. Kang to thank for that." Wang Mo stared at him, "Without Mr. Kang, how could so many people have survived?"

"I heard that there were children born in Xiaohe City." Xu Huo was indifferent to his sarcasm, and said calmly, "But I also heard they don’t live long. Did those children really die natural deaths? And where did their bodies go after death?"

Wang Mo momentarily lost all emotion, his demeanor wooden.

Xu Huo released 114 to continue drilling the tunnel, switching the topic: "How long have you been here?"

Wang Mo glanced at his own hand with his eyeball, "I want to bandage my fingers."

Xu Huo loosened the Secant Line a bit, giving him some room to move, and said, "We don’t have much time. If you want to leave, it’s best if you answer my question first."

Wang Mo sneered sarcastically, "You’re going to let me go?"

"Why not?" Xu Huo said, "I have a strong sense of contract."

Wang Mo was half doubtful and half believing, "Are you serious?"

Xu Huo smiled, "You can’t possibly want me to write you a letter of guarantee."

Wang Mo had no choice but to give up some of his information.

He was a wanted criminal, and he had also stolen a piece of mechanistic technology from a company under the Game Government, which resulted in him being pursued—for a while, he didn’t realize the importance of what he had stolen, only after being repeatedly tracked by players did he catch on, because the Game Government usually wouldn’t expend effort to chase down a low-level wanted criminal. However, he couldn’t bear to part with the valuable thing he obtained, so when he was randomly placed into this high-risk instance, he took a gamble.

Unexpectedly, he was indeed randomly sent to other Wormhole Points, able to break away from the endless instances and shake off the pursuit. Apart from the less-than-stellar living environment, what’s wrong with staying?

"Are you sure the players pursuing you were really sent by the Game Government?" Xu Huo questioned.

Wang Mo fell silent for a moment before defending himself, "I lost several good props for saving my life."

It was because he was driven into a corner that he had no choice but to stay.

"Crossing Wormhole Points, any prior wanted status doesn’t count." Xu Huo shook his head, meaning that a ticket to a non-original Wormhole Point could offer a new lease on life.

"Who wants to spend every day painstakingly playing instances?" Wang Mo scoffed, "Looking at you, you probably haven’t played many Rank-C instances. Rank-C instances are different from Level D and E, most of them are broader spaces. It’s not like Level D instances where you have a targeted goal upon entry; sometimes you can’t even find the place. And some are even trickier—if you fail an instance, you can’t leave the area and are forced to labor for the instance boss until the next random instance arrives... It’s one thing to risk your life in the game, but to also be free labor!"

"Month after month, year after year, is this a life for humans?!"

The more he talked, the more agitated he got, pressing his broken fingers so hard they bled, "All this crap about enemies and allies, traitor’s insider tips, and some clues that can only be found in the nooks and crannies. If this continues, I’ll go insane sooner or later!"

"Compared to endless instances, what’s it matter if we don’t see daylight? Or if there’s cannibalism? At least I can get a good night’s sleep, eat when I want, play when I want, without worrying about being fucked over in an instance or not having enough props prepared, without having to worry every single second about making money to buy equipment!"

With that, he glanced at the expressionless Xu Huo and sneered, "You’ll understand one day."

Xu Huo couldn’t empathize, but he expressed sympathy appropriately, "Save the complaints for after you get out."

Wang Mo still didn’t believe he would be let go, "You wouldn’t lift a finger to kill someone if you had the chance?"

"Why not?" Xu Huo retorted, "As you said, you have no life-saving props left. Killing you would only get me some low-quality props that wouldn’t sell for much. Besides, I’m not strapped for cash right now; I might as well spare you."

Wang Mo suddenly laughed, "I’ve been in the game for so long, I’ve only heard those officials and rich second generations claiming they’re not short of money. It’s just a pity, even with their good props, they don’t last long—after all, the game world isn’t as ’accommodating’ to the wealthy and powerful as the outside world is."

Xu Huo nodded, "I’ve also encountered people who covet props, but they weren’t as lucky as you."

Wang Mo glanced at the hole 114 had dug and wisely shut his mouth.

Continuing might actually make Xu Huo change his mind.

At that moment, he noticed Pu Gaoshan, "He’s not dead yet?"

Pu Gaoshan indeed had not died; the potion Xu Huo had administered was diluted, its toxicity not as fierce as the original. Of course, that didn’t mean it wasn’t lethal, his survival also had to do with his extraordinary physical constitution.

Xu Huo put away "Everything Wants to Slice" and signaled Wang Mo to wake the person up.

Seeing that Pu Gaoshan was not as pained as before, Wang Mo approached and slapped him several times, "Awake yet?"

Pu Gaoshan’s face was swollen, and as he groaned, he opened his eyes, "Where’s Xu...?"

"Hey." Xu Huo tilted his head and greeted him.

As Pu Gaoshan was still suspended, paralyzed from the poison, and unable to move, he saw Wang Mo standing with his back to Xu Huo and immediately understood, angrily saying, "You dare betray Mr. Kang! You ungrateful dog..."

"I can’t say I know Mr. Kang well, so I’ve only sold out myself." Wang Mo interrupted him.