He was well aware that these players had actually cleared the building at least once, but the result was a repeating cycle. They were clueless, making him lose hope in completing this task. He couldn't explain because they'd think he was making things up, wasting his time and effort.

"I can't keep wasting time clearing this building. I need to figure out the right way to pass this dungeon. Blindly charging ahead is pointless."

Seeing that these people were unlikely to help him, Wang Zhifan decided not to cooperate with them. He needed to study the building's secrets more thoroughly.

But he didn't leave quietly. He informed his four companions first, telling them he would go ahead to investigate the building. After notifying them, he quickly vanished to avoid wasting effort on explanations.

"Haha... Seems like someone abandoned us..."

The cold-faced female player sarcastically remarked behind his back as he ran off.

"No worries, as long as we four stick together, we can still clear this dungeon."

The oily-faced middle-aged man glanced thoughtfully at the spot where Wang Zhifan left and encouraged the group.

A while later, these four players started entering the building to clear it, while Wang Zhifan took a different route.

He did not focus on clearing the ghosts in the building, only dealing with them when they attacked, focusing instead on investigating the building for clues to find the way to clear it.

For instance, while other players cleared the basement, he was already in the boss room on the building's top floor, rummaging for the boss's origins.

Yet reality often isn't so simple. He quickly discovered that the building might be too old or corrupted by evil forces. Most documents he found were too damaged to read; only the three photos in the boss room drawer were barely clear.

The first photo showed a fifty-something man in a suit, standing confidently on an empty field, enthusiastically introducing something to others. Even from this old snapshot, one could see his passion.

The second photo had the same man, though he seemed older, with gray hair, standing on a large construction site where workers operated various machines, apparently laying the foundation for the building.

The third photo was a bleak shadowed old man in a suit, standing before a tall, unfinished skyscraper, looking up, seemingly hunched.

"These three photos could be the key clues to completing this task... The man seems to be the old boss... He appears to be the designer and owner of this building... Clearly, he feels very attached to this building, regretful it wasn't finished... So, does clearing this dungeon require fulfilling his wish by completing the building? That's a bit absurd..."

After studying the three photos he painstakingly found, Wang Zhifan concluded that clearing this dungeon might involve helping the boss's ghost complete the building! But the problem was whether he was capable. Being alone with just four other players and not knowing anything about civil engineering or architecture, he was clueless!

"Calm down... The dungeon shouldn't present an impossible task... Building the skyscraper theoretically can be done... If I can find the design plans, maybe I can create a makeshift version..."

After steadying his mind, Wang Zhifan quickly conceived a potentially useful solution, perhaps one that could fulfill this task.

He then focused on searching the office for information related to the building's design, preparing to lay the foundation for his plan.

But as he had discovered before, most documents in this building were too decayed to be of use, apart from the three photos, which he could barely make out. When he touched other documents, they fell apart, with the words and graphics illegible.

"Tough... Seems it's time to try another approach..."

After a brief ponder, he turned and left the boss's room, continuing his search outside.

He first searched the building's top floor before descending floor by floor, clearing ghosts along the way.

This wasn't him giving himself extra work; he realized he might be unable to complete the task without going through another time loop. Hence, clearing the building's ghosts became a necessary task.

Meanwhile, the four players worked hard on the lower floors.

Without Wang Zhifan leading, their speed in clearing ghosts inevitably slowed, though all were level thirty players with enough strength and experience to cooperate. Without Wang Zhifan, they could still manage, as the building's ghosts were not as challenging as those on the Death Train.

Thus, after joint efforts above and below, one to two hours later, the familiar haze Wang Zhifan experienced came again, triggering the third time loop.

This time, standing at the building's entrance with regained consciousness, Wang Zhifan was no longer as bewildered as before. He felt confident in the plan he was about to implement.

But someone's first words made him halt his solo plans.

"Everyone, I suspect our understanding has been altered by something."

Spoke the oily-faced middle-aged player, holding a newspaper which he spread out for the others to see.

"I'm quite sure this isn't our first time at this building's entrance, and we need to understand what's happening."

He elaborated on the anomaly he found, implying the players were being fooled.

His words drew the other players' attention as they awaited further explanation.

"You see, this newspaper is from another dungeon. The words written here are my handwriting. You'll understand once you read it."

Wang Zhifan's gaze immediately shifted to the highlighted part of the paper, finding a prominent section:

"Upon reading this, please believe everyone has cleared monsters in the building. All anomalies stem from this..."

"Bro, what's up with this? We just arrived at the building entrance."

The dark-eyed young man was the first to voice his opinion, not believing the middle-aged man's supposed evidence.

"I know this handwriting is mine, and I'd never deceive myself. Furthermore, I noticed many contradictions in my memory."

The oily-faced middle-aged man expressed his reasoning, firmly believing his judgment.

"Are you sure you wrote this? Maybe it's a ghost's trick?"

The dark-eyed young man's gaze swept over the words, dismissive, knowing nothing in the dungeon could be trusted, only himself.

But at this moment, Wang Zhifan spoke up:

"I can prove he's right."

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