"Wait."
He straightened up, narrowing his eyes. "System," he said slowly, "why didn't you tell me this earlier?"
The system didn't respond right away.
Sage's gaze hardened. "I wrote an entire Guide Book," he continued, his tone sharpening with each word. "I stood before hundreds of Adventurers and explained dungeon mechanics, monster classifications, danger assessments, I laid out how they could survive."
His fingers curled into fists. "And not once did you think it necessary to mention that every single one of them would be thrown into a dungeon alone?"
[The classification of monsters and danger assessment metrics already provide sufficient survival guidance.]
Sage stared in disbelief. "...That's it?"
[Yes.]
A muscle twitched at his temple as frustration bubbled within him. "You realize," he said slowly, "that I didn't write a single line about forced spatial isolation? Not one! They're expecting to move in groups, see familiar faces, expecting backup!"
