Chapter 32
Lee Yeon-woo had been playing this game for twenty-six years. Even for someone like him, it was rare to see a Human Guest who'd been abducted to the 23rd floor be this active.
And this hadn't been accomplished by an NPC, but by a film director who specialized in horror thrillers.
"Usually, at most, people only attempt about two of those."
"And there were actually people who tried two?"
"Quite a few."
It couldn't be helped when dealing with NPCs whose behavioral patterns were predetermined.
If nobody used the features you'd painstakingly built, wouldn't that be a real disappointment for the developer? This game's developer had mapped out routes for every conceivable scenario, one by one.
'And that's why I'm the only player.'
A game needed appropriate difficulty to retain players. No matter how well the subject matter suited your taste, what good was it if you couldn't even clear the entry threshold? For Yeon-woo, who had endured those long years alone, it was a bitter truth.