Perhaps in the ordinary world, nighttime symbolized peace and rest. But in the Dream World, night meant killings.
Of course, these killings mainly targeted those players who were active at night.
Pat, Pat...
The night rain fell in a steady drizzle, adding another thick veil to the already murky darkness.
In this kind of weather, aside from players, there were few ordinary people willing to venture out on such a nighttime.
Yet for players out hunting, the rainy night became the perfect cover for their movements.
A seemingly inconspicuous Shadow slowly bulged from the corner of a wall, revealing a pair of eyes that silently observed a nearby alien corpse.
"Peak strength of a third-level Wizard Apprentice, the body must have died not long ago, there's even some soul residue left..." Lucien scanned with his spiritual power and quickly understood the rough condition of the corpse.
