He still hadn't come to his senses from the hallucinations.
His mistaken judgment left him unable to act freely. At that moment, he had no idea what state he was in or what was happening around him. He didn't dare casually test his Transdimensional Space Power again—or try anything with a weapon capable of dealing damage.
Back on the surface, a set of heavy protective gear had been enough to shield him from interference by mental energy. Most Players who hadn't undergone a second evolution could stay clearheaded. Even though the mental energy underground was far stronger than on the surface, it shouldn't have affected him this deeply. This was mental energy produced by the natural environment, indiscriminately dispersed through the air. It shouldn't have been this powerful an attack.
As expected, he couldn't open his Personal Panel—or he'd opened it without realizing.
He rubbed the Return Ticket in his pocket. In the end, he still didn't try using it. If he really left, it would be difficult to come back and find the others.
After resting in place for a while, he tried to enter the Mirror World. Once inside, people and objects switched places, allowing people to pass through other objects as if they were nothing. He tried it, but his hand couldn't pass through the ore in the stone wall.
That meant he'd failed.
He returned to the lowest level of the Book Tower and controlled the core Manifestation on the tabletop, letting black mental energy flow down from the table. It gradually spread over the floor, climbed the spiral staircase, and covered the entire Book Tower.
But the pressure from outside made the process especially difficult. His concentration wavered, and the range of his Spiritual World shrank again. Greater pressure bore down on him, making his