'Hudson shouldn't be a Fallen Guardian,' thought Arthur, slowly traversing across the world while in deep thought. 'He was devoted to the Tower Administration, so his betrayal is virtually impossible. But how else did they manage to fix a game? Did they bribe one of the Guardians to skew the randomization of people in a certain batch?'
'It might truly make sense, considering I ended up with the daughter of King Bahamut on the Second Floor, among over a million players that participate.'
Arthur had limited knowledge about such a subject, as he'd never looked into it during his former life. The lower floors were a dark time for him, and he preferred to forget about them rather than research.
'How the fuck was I supposed to know that I would regress?'
