Qin Ran, who had been knocked flying, twisted his body in midair and landed on both feet.
However, he failed to keep his balance.
After staggering several steps, he dropped to one knee.
The intense pain along the outside of his lower abdomen made Qin Ran suck in a sharp breath.
Yet compared to the pain in his body, he was more concerned about the condition of his eyes.
Layer upon layer of overlapping afterimages filled his blurred vision.
Fortunately, everything returned to normal after a dozen seconds.
Qin Ran let out a long breath of relief.
Although returning to the game room could heal all kinds of injuries, including disabilities, the cost was also staggering.
More importantly, if something went wrong with his eyes, the dungeon world he was currently in would inevitably become extremely difficult to navigate.
Tasks that could have been completed easily would become incredibly difficult.
And tasks that had already been difficult would become impossible to complete.
That was something Qin Ran absolutely did not want to see.
One step ahead, always ahead.
One step behind, always behind.
Since he was already ahead, he had to remain ahead.
In the Underground Game, that belief had long since been carved into Qin Ran's soul.
"How are you?"
Shiqi ran over and reached out to support Qin Ran.
"I'm fine!"
Qin Ran waved him off and gritted his teeth as he stood up. Throughout the process, the pain in the outside of his lower abdomen felt as though he were being twisted by knives.
Yet Qin Ran did not spare his injuries a single glance. He kept staring silently at the meteorite crater before him.
"Do I not even have the qualifications to participate?"
Qin Ran muttered softly.
He was certain that the profound sensation he had