Prison Cell

The white light before his eyes faded.

A foul stench hit Qin Ran, making him frown.

The pain in his chest and back deepened that frown.

He looked down at the crisscrossing whip marks on his chest, raw and bloody. He did not need to look to know his back was just as mangled.

[You were whipped. Health decreased by 220!]

[You entered Moderate Wound Status...]

So this is the "punishment"?

Qin Ran wondered.

He had sensed trouble as soon as he saw the background prompt.

But the reality was worse than he had imagined.

He had already suffered injuries this severe.

What about Lawless and Hans?

Lawless had cleared the most instances of anyone. If the Special Instance assigned its main quests according to the number of instances cleared, his injuries would surely be worse.

And as the "ringleader," Hans was bound to receive the most "attention."

Qin Ran instinctively opened the team channel and sent a message asking about them.

[Special environment. Communication restricted!]

"Just as I thought."

Qin Ran sighed at the system prompt.

The three of them had discussed the possibility beforehand.

They had prepared for it, too.

Things looked grim, but they were still within expectations.

Then Qin Ran examined his surroundings.

The entire cell was less than three square meters.

Cold, damp, and reeking—that summed it up.

The cell was built of hard stone, with thick moss in its corners.

The door was heavy wood, reinforced with iron strips and rivets. Rusty as they were, they still looked solid.

The shuttered windows at the top and bottom of the door reminded Qin Ran of the cell doors in Alcatraz Prison.

Some things never changed, no matter the era.

Qin Ran grumbled inwardly.

Thud, thud!

He raised a hand and knocked