To verify the stability of coordinate teleportation, Su Mo had deliberately used coordinates to select his teleportation points the first two times.
It proved that the teleportation opportunities provided by the game were highly reliable, with the error precisely controlled within one meter every time.
However, this time, the teleportation seemed to have gone slightly awry.
According to the coordinates Connie had provided, Su Mo discovered that he had not appeared inside the safe house Connie had mentioned. Instead, he had appeared in a dark room measuring just over ten square meters.
No, this place could not be called a "room" at all.
It was more like a forgotten grave, a dungeon isolated from the outside world.
The light inside the dungeon was extremely dim, making it almost impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face.
The only source of light came from above. A slender beam of red light pierced down from somewhere, like a blood-colored ribbon swaying in the wind, or a mass of Blood Mist slowly dispersing. It added an eerie and ominous air to the cold dungeon.
Using this faint and uncanny red light, Su Mo carefully examined his surroundings.
The dungeon walls looked exceptionally rough, like unpolished concrete walls, covered in irregular patterns and bubbles of varying sizes.
Under the red light, many of the flaws appeared particularly sinister and terrifying.
Relying on some marks that looked like handprints, Su Mo could even imagine, out of thin air, humans once being imprisoned here and struggling desperately until they died.
"Wait. There's no exit?"
Su Mo looked around in every direction—up, down, left, and right.
The dungeon's design was brutally simple. It had not even left room for an exit or ventilation shaft.
All four walls were completely sealed. They fit together so tightly