"Good. That should lure every bounty hunter, PvPer, and wannabe hero we've got," the assistant said, rubbing his temples. "Let the players handle it before this turns into a PR disaster."
Someone from the analytics side whispered, "Sir, the dungeon's population is already spiking. Thousands are teleporting in."
"Perfect," the assistant replied. "Keep the cameras rolling. If we're lucky, one of them might actually kill him."
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Monkey Paradise Dungeon.
Gabriel paused when he saw the announcement. His expression was calm and unreadable, though several thoughts raced through his mind.
'Did I just initiate an event?'
That was the first thought that surfaced in his head. A small, almost imperceptible frown appeared on his face.
Yes—he had triggered an event, or at least that was what the game developers wanted it to look like. In reality, it was another one of their ploys to get rid of him.
