The Truth Department suddenly noticed something was wrong, but that tramp had already disappeared without a trace. Who would have thought his legs were perfectly fine without a sign of limping.
The Truth Department could only whisper their suspicions to the Propaganda Department and their trusted comrades.
"I think we've been tricked..."
"We're already here; who cares? Such a big place must be a top-tier level, right?"
The trusted comrade carelessly said, "Whoever it is, kill them on the spot!"
Propaganda Department: "I think he's got a point."
As for ambushes and baits, neither the players nor the journalists could come up with a reason.
They had no reputation, no status, no money, just a life of squalor. What was the point in attracting them here?
Not to mention, players aren't afraid of death. Memories of humanoid types like A2 can be fully uploaded to the cloud for preservation, although resurrection costs are borne by the players.
