The streets grew ever quieter in the night.
When a bank of dark clouds covered the last sliver of moonlight-
Whoosh!
A sharp whistle rang out behind Qin Ran's head.
Qin Ran tilted his head, and an arrow grazed past the tips of his hair.
At the same time, amid a billowing mist in the shadows to his left, the enormous phantom snake lunged out.
It was like a real venomous snake lying hidden in the bushes, striking at its prey.
Not only was it incredibly fast, but it also had a gaping maw.
Thick saliva hung between its upper and lower fangs. Its purplish-crimson tongue swept toward Qin Ran like a whip, while its cold eyes held nothing but merciless intent toward its prey.
Qin Ran watched the phantom serpent.
His gaze was just as cold as its own.
But his expression also held a calmness it lacked.
This kind of attack.
It was not his first time seeing it.
He had experienced it more than once at the hands of the King of the Steppe.
And every time, he had been left in a miserable state.
He could even have called them brushes with death.
But...
That had been before.
Now?
Perhaps only a few days had passed for the people of this dungeon world, but for Qin Ran, eight dungeon worlds lay between then and now.
Among those eight dungeon worlds, there had been normal dungeons and special dungeons, times when he had broken through his own limits, and even a struggle to claim a unique title.
Every time, he had done everything he could to explore the dungeon to its fullest.
Every time, he had faced unknown dangers.
Why had he done all that?
Apart from the considerable rewards, wasn't it precisely for this moment?
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