The unfortunate newcomer was named Chen Luopu. On the first day, he was unlucky enough to be drawn into an instance; on the second day, the newly joined team was entirely wiped out; on the third day, he got lost and ran blindly to a food street that had wiped out his entire team. Truly, his name suited him as he reached the pinnacle of despair.
He knew the danger of this place and did not approach it.
Not far from there was a teaching building. Chen Luopu carefully circled the fog and ran as fast as he could towards the building.
As he was nearing the building, he suddenly heard rustling noises behind him.
He wondered, strangely, was there anyone else outside besides me?
Chen Luopu turned around to look, and what he saw scared him out of his wits.
In the mysterious fog that perpetually shrouded the food street, a large crowd of people suddenly appeared.
These people were arranged neatly, walking straight out of the fog towards a specific direction.
