[Yeah, coming over to Leng Feng's place works too. Boss Leng is building a second-tier city over there. It feels pretty oppressive, but it's still better than your place where you could die at any moment.]
[Sigh, it's really hell with Boss Leng. I stand on top of the cabinet, and spikes still grow out from under my feet. It's not about height at all—no matter how high up you stand, the spikes will connect with your flesh.]
[You get used to the pain after a while...]
[My side's not bad either, the only problem is the smoke everywhere. It's hard to breathe.]
...
Each human-created dungeon has its own quirks, and these quirks are precisely the flaws most people can't accept.
Now people joke online, saying the world has long since lost its original shape.
No one dares go out; the places we live are no different from the places we once feared.
