That's what they said, but most people still found it unbelievable. Track maintenance workers belonged to the Game Government; they should know better than the players what exists around the tracks, and virtually no player had ever mentioned that the area around the tracks was a high-risk random instance.
"Isn't it obvious? Everyone who knew about it died in those high-risk instances." said a female player.
The crowd fell silent, staring into the space outside as darkness gradually reclaimed it. That fleeting glimpse just now felt as if they'd brushed against a truth about the game they'd never faced directly.
Maybe they realized that, despite being Rank-B players, they were still weak in the game.
For a short while, everyone was unusually quiet, and the silence lasted until the magician player revealed signs of activity again. This time, though, the person himself didn't show up—some player's prop mysteriously transformed into colored paper slips.
