In the instance, filled with a snow-white light, the rotund instance master, dressed in a black formal suit, stood with his hands clasped and a smile on his face in front of three large spheres. Of the three spheres floating in the air, only the central one was semi-transparent, revealing its contents: a bacterium magnified countless times over.
"What are the conditions for making a match-3?" Bohemia was growing impatient. "If the things we have on us and the things that make up our bodies can't be matched with us, what are we supposed to do?"
The instance master's expression remained unchanged, as if he hadn't heard her speak.
"Your question is one of the keys to clearing this game. The condition for a match-3—that's the first hidden rule we need to figure out." Lin Sanjiu didn't turn around, simply gazing at the bacterium in the sphere as she murmured, "...This bacterium is huge."
