"This task seems so simple, why hasn’t anyone completed it?" Wang Linchi was sowhat puzzled.
dical records, even if highly classified, surely so Player must have collected one by now, right? One per Player, and there have definitely been more than a few Players who’ve co in.
"It’s been done before. Get a dical record, leave the hospital, and submit it to the Ga System. It’ll cause the corresponding Erroneous Sin to crash for a while."
"Then the hospital will generate a completely new set of records, allowing the crashed Erroneous Sin to recover."
"You’ve never been here before, have you?" the Player, whose character na was Black Storm, asked in surprise.
Seeing this, Wang Linchi gave a wry smile. "It’s my first ti. I figured I had to risk it for the rich rewards."
"True that. Submitting a dical record yields a ton of rewards," Black Storm said animatedly. He had clearly succeeded before, but his expression quickly turned a bit glum. "But getting a dical record isn’t that easy."
"You don’t know this, but this entire hospital is also an Erroneous Sin, and it has so many killing rules. One wrong step, and you’re gone."
"And there are also so instant-kill rules."
Black Storm’s expression beca grave when he ntioned the instant-kill rules.
"Those exist? They can make the Ga System’s revival thods fail?" Wang Linchi naturally thought of this. The one thing Players feared most was definitely revival failure.
"That’s right. And these instant-kill rules change. What triggers them one day might be completely different the next."
"So be careful. Even if the chance of triggering an instant-kill rule is low, you can’t rule out bad luck," the other Player seriously reminded Wang Linchi.
Under such high pressure, Players rarely fought amongst themselves; most chose to group up and cooperate.
Infighting was pointless. It offered no benefits and only resulted in punishnt from the Ga System.
Only through mutual aid could Players strategize for greater benefits and progress further.
"I see. So, expert, did you have any luck today?" Wang Linchi probed further.
"No." Black Storm was pleased that Wang Linchi called him an expert, but the thought of his fruitless day made him feel sowhat deflated.
"The hospital is too big, and with all these rules, it’s not easy at all. I’m planning to leave and co back in a couple of days."
Players coming to the hospital, like Wang Linchi, all took the roundabout way to the back. However, only a few could actually make it, as the entire path was teeming with patients and dical staff.
With fewer people entering, naturally, even fewer would make any gains.
But because the rewards were so incredibly lucrative, so Players were irresistibly drawn to it.
"Alright, I’ll keep looking then. Maybe I’ll get lucky and find one," Wang Linchi said, feigning confidence.
Seeing this, Black Storm didn’t try to dissuade him further. "Well, good luck to you then. I’ll be on my way."
He naturally wouldn’t discourage Wang Linchi. While Players did band together, few would ddle in others’ affairs. He had already told Wang Linchi there was nothing to be found; if Wang Linchi still insisted, why should he try to stop him?
It made sense, really. After such an arduous journey to get here, how could one willingly return empty-handed just because soone else said there was nothing?
Besides, it was possible that what he couldn’t find, the other person might. Such things happened.
Black Storm walked away without a backward glance.
Wang Linchi continued forward.
He was in Building 13, the rearmost building in the hospital complex, and the most frequently searched spot by Players.
There were no patients or dical staff here, and escaping was easy—just leave from the back. As long as you were fast and took a wide detour, the chances of encountering an Erroneous Sin were significantly lower.
The entire hospital comprised seventeen buildings. The first few were extrely dangerous due to ongoing battles.
The ones further back were quieter, but the spoils were also much scarcer.
Around a corner, he t another Player.
"Here to collect dical records?" the Player asked.
"Yeah, you too?" Wang Linchi figured there must be quite a few Players in Building 13.
"Team up?" The Player raised an eyebrow, directly inviting Wang Linchi.
Unlike Black Storm, this Player didn’t plan to leave empty-handed and even invited Wang Linchi to join him.
"No thanks, I plan to go solo," Wang Linchi refused. He couldn’t team up at all. If his ga character hadn’t been repurposed as a storage space for resources, Wang Linchi might have been able to bluff his way through with a fake local network connection.
Unfortunately, there were no "ifs."
To the other Player, this ant Wang Linchi didn’t want to split the rewards.
Going solo could yield greater rewards but also increased the difficulty. The Player didn’t insist.
"Alright. If you change your mind, you can find ," the Player said, then turned and left.
There were no hard feelings or resentnt. Everyone was just trying to get by, and Wang Linchi currently offered no obvious benefits to exploit. Turning away was the normal response.
Wang Linchi went straight to the second floor; the first floor was mostly empty.
I have a gut feeling sothing’s off about this Building 13.
Could the Director and the hospital administration be unaware of what was happening in Building 13?
That’s impossible. The commotion is too large, especially since it involves the frontline battle.
Moving further in, Wang Linchi saw more Players. They weren’t too surprised to see a newcor.
Everyone knew why people ca here. So Players were leaving, while others continued their search.
Damn it, I get it now! I understand why the Director and the hospital are letting Players roam freely here!
It looked like Players were searching, but Building 13 was more like a data collector. The constant stream of arriving Players allowed for continuous analysis of their data, thereby obtaining data on the Ga System.
Just like Arrogant Envy’s ability to infiltrate the residential area instance—its skill in disguising itself as a Player didn’t co from nowhere. It was born from the entanglent of the hospital’s and the Ga System’s rules, combined with the analysis perford by Building 13.
Their process of mutual entanglent and integration was also a process of mutual learning and advancent.
It was fortunate that the hospital was controlled by the Director, an Erroneous Sin possessing self-awareness. Otherwise, Erroneous Sins without self-awareness would have been dealt with by the Ga System long ago.
He went up another floor. There were still Players, but their numbers had more than halved.
Are they sohow limiting Player progression? Wang Linchi guessed. Otherwise, it’s impossible for so many Players to have just vanished.
As for them having gone downstairs after finishing their search?
That was unlikely. Building 13 had thirty-three floors. dical records weren’t necessarily found in wards or archives; they were randomly generated.
"Together?" a Player asked, noticing Wang Linchi’s solitary advance.
Wang Linchi glanced at him. "Sorry, I work alone."
"Going solo is fine. I’m a loner too. We can just watch each other’s backs. dical records go to whoever finds them," the man persisted, moving closer.
"You crafty old fox, trying to scam a newbie again! Watch out, you might bite off more than you can chew this ti," another Player interjected with a sneer, simultaneously warning Wang Linchi that this guy was bad news.
Players generally stuck together, but it takes all sorts to make a world; there would always be outliers.
A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the exposed Player, but he said nothing and promptly caught up to Wang Linchi.
The Players on the second floor were nurous and strong; if he dared to talk back, they would likely attack him.
For now, they were saving face and hadn’t completely broken ties, so they only resorted to mockery and warnings, not intending to make a mortal enemy of him.
"That old coot is a habitual scamr. Does he really think any Player who can easily reach the third floor is a simpleton?" The Player who had just sneered couldn’t help but laugh at the scene.
"This ti, he’s probably going to have to cough up everything he’s scamd before," another Player chid in, gloating.
"He’s been hanging around the second floor for so long, he actually thinks he’s a big shot. Sure, he can get to the third floor, but how long will he last? Heh," soone else said dismissively.
Everyone else worked diligently and honestly. If you resorted to such underhanded tactics too often, you’d naturally be ostracized.
As for joining in on such sches? Please. Did they think the Ga System was just for show?
One person committing such acts was an individual offense; a group doing it was an organized criminal enterprise. They probably wouldn’t even know how they died.
Besides, following the Righteous Path wasn’t any worse than these crooked thods. His reliance on such tactics was, fundantally, due to his own lack of ability to walk the Righteous Path.
"If he sses up on the third floor and triggers an instant-kill rule, he’ll lose his life," another Player comnted.
The first floor didn’t trigger instant-kill rules. The second floor had a one percent chance. The third floor’s chance was even higher, at ten percent. Otherwise, why would they all be on the second floor? It was because soone had previously paid a bloody price for that lesson.
Past the fifth floor, all rules beca instant-kill rules. That was a piece of intel a high-level Player had paid for with his life.
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