Others rely on guides to clear dungeons. I rely on the "mad ramblings" of psychiatric patients.
My name is Lin Ye, and I work as a nursing aide at Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital. It wasn't until the wall of a ward split open one night and sucked me inside that I learned the truth: all the nonsense the patients kept muttering was dungeon intel.
"Abandoned Village dungeon. Twenty corpse-mutated monsters. Don't use the front entrance. Go in through the dry well in the backyard."
The craziest old man suddenly came to his senses and grabbed my wrist. "And that pendant on your chest is a key. Your parents aren't dead. They're inside a dungeon somewhere."
I was the last person to learn the truth. There isn't a single genuinely insane person in this psychiatric hospital.
