Josh subtly released Spider Silk, let it spread on the ground, allowing the crowd to step over it.
Once again, faint conversations could be heard.
"What should we do? I heard this dungeon is tough to survive. Are we going to die here?"
"It's fine, don't worry. Since we're allied, we're better off than others."
"Mm-hmm, don't worry, if there's any danger, I'll make sure to heal you."
"I saw the dungeon rules say surviving for 20 days means we can leave. It shouldn't be too hard. Don't be afraid."
"Mm-hmm! I'm just glad to be in the same dungeon with you."
Josh frowned slightly, listening to the tone of voice, it seemed like they just arrived today.
Could it be that this dungeon keeps adding new participants?
However many die one day, would be replaced by the same number the next day?
But if that's the case...
Oh, that works too.
Josh understood.
It's like using a sieve to separate husks.
