Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

Chapter 179 Strange Smell

When Lin Wanchu and Lu Xue returned, unable to bear the scorching sun, some players had already discovered that a guild had vanished into thin air.

Not just one person, but all members.

He returned with the guild leader in the early hours of the morning.

The two guild leaders are longtime friends, so they pay close attention to each other.

They formed an alliance on the first day, and even if only one team survives in the end, it won't stop the two guilds from helping each other.

If you don't see the other person in the instance, you know they may have met with misfortune.

He thought only the captain was missing, so he went to their room to look for him.

Unexpectedly, when they opened the door, the entire guild had vanished, including their childhood members, which was quite perplexing.

The first player to discover this did not hide it.

He knew that the disappearance of all members of a guild could not be kept secret for long, so he might as well tell the remaining guilds openly.

Perhaps a smarter player will figure out why the guild disappeared.

He was quite open-minded about it. After all, team play is extremely brutal; so many teams come in, but only one can survive in the end.

Lin Wanchu leaned back on the sofa, crossing her legs.

Tear the remaining half of the bread into pieces, chew elegantly, and share your thoughts.

"Is it possible that the instance is filtering out the first place from the very beginning?"

"Even if the guild manages to complete two of the activities, it will still be considered a failure as long as the last one is finished."

"On the last day, it will be like the two guilds competing for the final championship."

Lu Xue suddenly realized that this explained why the guild had disappeared.

Everything in the instance unfolds according to a pattern. Even if it was done by ghosts, it's impossible for them to kill the entire guild for no reason.

The camera in the live stream turned to Lin Wanchu, who had a solemn expression, and the viewers had already started a heated discussion in the chat.

"Damn, this Paradise Lost instance really doesn't give you any chance of survival."

"But she's so smart. She gives off a really safe vibe. She must be a really good person, but she doesn't look like a newbie."

"Are you using 2G internet upstairs? Weren't you at the table when Mu Chun was complaining about her mental illness? She's not a newcomer at all."

"Do you think Lin Wanchu is as harmless as she portrays? How could someone who ranks in the top twenty sit comfortably without some tricks and brains?"

"Don't underestimate any member of their guild; it's just that their brilliance has been temporarily overshadowed by Jiang Qi."

"Hehe, you've mentioned our God Qi again, but I prefer the beautiful and cool Sister Wan Chu, it's a pity she's already taken."

"No, your focus is getting more and more off track."

"Yeah, yeah, shouldn't we be discussing the dungeon? Can anyone deduce its core gameplay? I feel like this is more than just a simple game."

"Agree +1"

"Agree + "

"..."

Jiang Qi's guess was largely the same as Lin Wanchu's, but this still needed to be proven with evidence.

However, at least the general direction is correct; it's just unknown whether other guilds will think of the deeper reasons behind this.

If other guilds also realize this, their competitive pressure will only increase, not decrease.

Cheng Cuo couldn't help but wrinkle his nose; he had been smelling an indescribable odor since the very beginning.

Without sight, the other senses become exceptionally sensitive.

The smell was so strong that it made him gag.

But Cheng Cuo didn't hear any players complaining about the strange smell in the lobby.

It seemed that no one else noticed the unpleasant smell except for him.

He subtly extended his finger and tentatively moved it toward Yu Hansheng, who noticed his small movement.

A faint smile played on his lips as he leaned down slightly, seemingly oblivious to everyone around him, as if he were whispering in Cheng Cuo's ear.

Yu Hansheng asked.

"What's wrong? Is there any clue?"

"Didn't you smell a strange odor? It's very pungent."

Yu Hansheng sniffed carefully. The smell in the air was very faint. If he hadn't sniffed carefully, he wouldn't have known there was such a strange smell.

I can't smell what this smell is, nor do I know where it comes from.

However, it's not surprising that none of them smelled it; the scent was so faint that it seemed to vanish instantly.

Darkness fell quickly outside, and the hustle and bustle of Paradise Lost gradually faded away.

Once night falls, players are reluctant to stay outdoors for long.

So now there are only a few scattered players standing in the lobby.

Occasionally, one or two members of the same guild would discuss it quietly, but most of the time they remained silent.

It was only the second day, and the atmosphere was already so somber.

They still have plenty of projects to play with later on.