The crackling fire dispelled the surrounding gloom.
Lu Li sat quietly by the bonfire, leaning against the rock, writing in his open notebook.
"I've reached the second stage."
Soon, new writing appeared in the blank space of the notebook.
[As expected of Lu Li. What's the exit?]
"The exit is the mist. It won't appear when you deliberately look for it; only when forgotten does it exist."
[Sounds really complicated... I'll just stay in the first stage and be eliminated.]
The writing was quickly crossed out, then amended below: [Never mind, I'll find a way to pass. Are you still in the swamp?]
"I don't think so."
Lu Li looked around the area.
The terrifying giant trees felt like iron bars of a prison, with humans as insignificant ants within. The sky-obscuring branches and leaves let no light through, while twisted branches and hanging vines swayed like a dark seaweed.
Lu Li wrote down the description of the dark giant forest and received a response:
