Chapter 100 - A Brush with Terror
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Underworld Player Chapter 100 - A Brush with Terror

Ever since he figured out the true nature of the quest, there was something Bai Zhi had been puzzling over.

As he had deduced, a reload happened whenever the number of people in the team dropped below a certain threshold. This, he estimated, was "half the initial number of Players". Since there were seven of them, that meant a reload should be triggered when four Players died.

But if so, considering that the difficulty of this quest should have been at its easiest during the first attempt, how did that take out four of them?

He expected Douchey,SoWhat had been the first to die, followed by Daoloth, simply because she didn't particularly stand out, but none of the other three Players not in his squad seemed likely to be so easily defeated.

He assumed that the Player groupings had not changed from the first reload to the second.

Thus, considering Temperance Gentleheart's exceptional luck—despite her foolish naivety—as well as the powerful defensive skill she possessed, the two of them should have easily survived the whole first attempt.

Traveler didn't lack for levels or intelligence, so he didn't seem like someone who would die during their first attempt. Iron Blood, with his apparent military background, and Viridescent, with her sword-wielding prowess, were hardly pushovers, either. If they survived the second reload, there was no logical reason why any of them should have fallen during the first attempt.

Bai Zhi's initial guess had been that the first reload was a result of sabotage by the hidden Fallen among the seven, but now, he had a vague idea of the true reason behind it.

Meanwhile, dark clouds had swallowed up the sun, and the orphanage, which had once been positively bathed in light by comparison, took on the air of a strange, gloomy forest. At the same time, an inexplicable chill settled in around the Players.

To put it another way, the orphanage had been in a stupor while touched by sunlight, but now, it had... awoken.

The overlapping cries of children could be heard coming from the ceiling.

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