Life Dungeon Game

He smiled and said, "You deliberately lured us away to create an opportunity for your companion, didn't you? Obviously, you're going to be disappointed. You have no idea what kind of being your companion is about to encounter. He probably doesn't even have a complete corpse left now."

Lena's expression darkened slightly.

"Your injuries are not minor. Your C-grade extraordinary item is good, but do you think you can defeat us with it?"

The bald man approached Lena step by step, his voice deep and carrying an undeniable sense of pressure.

"Cooperate with us and tell us everything you know, and you will have a better ending. You don't want to end up like your companions, not even leaving behind a complete skeleton, do you?"

"You mercenaries, aren't you supposed to go wherever the money is? Do you really have some kind of professional ethics?"

"Don't present your conjectures as if they were facts."

Lena raised her hand, and the black dagger twirled in her hand, changing from point upwards to point downwards. She took a deep breath. "And I'm not standing here for anyone else, but for myself."

"A stubborn fool."

The bald man's face darkened completely. He stopped in his tracks, his voice icy, "Take her down."

Several figures rushed out from behind him in an instant.

He then took a half step back, blocking the entrance to the alley.

In the distance, one could hear the sound of a convoy speeding through the streets.

Lena also heard the sound and glanced at the alley entrance.

Now it's not just the Eternal Old Cult that's looking for her, the Eternal Secret Cult is also looking for her, and of course, the Eternal Secret Cult is also looking for the Eternal Old Cult.

However, she didn't have time to think about these things anymore. Looking at the figures rushing towards her, she raised her hand and...

He assumed a defensive posture.

There were five people in total who came along. They formed a V-shape, blocking the entire alleyway and quickly closing the distance with Lena.

The two people in the front row were the first to come into contact with Lena.

They each held a short knife and slashed at Lena from the left and right.

Lena leaned forward, raised her dagger to block the short knife on her left, and then kicked the man on her right in the stomach.

The man on the right was kicked away, crashing into the wall behind him and sinking in.

At that moment, the people in the second row had already reached Lena.

The man on the right in the second row is wielding a rapier and thrusting it straight at Lena.

Lena immediately dodged to the side, but in that instant, a soldier on the left side of the second row thrust out a military dagger. She couldn't dodge in time and was stabbed through the left side of her abdomen.

She suddenly raised her hand and used her dagger to deflect the short swords of the men on the left side of the first row. Then, just as she was about to slash at the figure on the left side of the second row who had pierced her left abdomen, a large, massive hammer came crashing down on her, striking her in the chest and sending her flying.

It crashed into the wall at the end of the alley with a loud thud.

The five people gathered again and calmly watched her.

The first four of these five people are among the top tier of D-level, and the last one seems to be at C-level.

Lena could sense that they hadn't used their full strength; it had just been a small, probing exchange.

Are you going to struggle any longer?

The bald man's voice came from the deepest part of the darkness.

Sitting amidst the broken bricks and stones, Lena stared at the figure that had obscured her view.

She knew very well that if the opponent attacked again, she would die.

A slightly cold sensation landed on her cheek; it was the snowflakes melting on her face.

It's snowing again.

She hadn't experienced such a desperate situation in a very, very long time.

In that instant, she seemed to recall the time in the mud of Storm Tower, facing those homeless children, much taller than her, who wanted to steal her last piece of bread.

She staggered to her feet from the pile of bricks and stones, and took out a mithril test tube that shimmered with a red glow from her bosom.

The last words the boy said to her when they parted echoed in her ears.

Warriors live to die.

Blood stained her red dress. She bit down on the cork of the mithril test tube with her snow-white teeth and pulled it out in one swift motion.

"Stop her."

The bald man's cold voice rang out behind everyone.

The five men immediately strode forward and charged toward her.

Lena bit the test tube, tilted her head back, poured the liquid into her mouth, and raised her dagger to meet the five people rushing towards her.

None of her achievements in her life came from anyone else's 'gift'.

A slightly corrosive, scalding hot liquid passed through her throat and into her lungs, the twisting force carrying intense pain spreading throughout her body.

She gritted her teeth, let out a low groan, and continued her movements without stopping, raising her dagger and charging at the five people coming towards her once again.

The dark blade danced in the darkness, slicing across the neck of the man with the short sword on the left, then flipped and pointed forward, piercing the heart of the man on the left in the second row.

All of this happened at an incredibly fast speed, and the scattered light instantly appeared on the skin of the remaining three figures.

Right

The man with the short sword slashed at her with terrifying force, and at the same time, the last C-rank figure raised his giant hammer.

She suddenly turned to the side, flicking out the black dagger in her hand to block the giant hammer that the last C-level figure was smashing down, then leaned back to dodge the rapier that the middle figure was thrusting at her.

At the same time, she raised her long, slender legs, covered in black stockings, high, and her toe suddenly kicked the wrist of the man with the short knife.

The man with the dagger, in pain, released his grip, and the dagger flew out.

At the same time, a black dagger streaked across the sky and pierced the neck of the man with the short sword.

The figure with the rapier raised his sword to thrust downwards, but she rolled away to dodge it.

Just then, the short knife that she had just kicked away landed right above where her feet had stopped after her roll. She reached out, caught the knife, and then threw it forward.

The sharp dagger pierced the heart of the figure wielding the rapier, sending him crashing backward against the wall.

At that moment, the last figure wielding a sledgehammer rushed over.

Lena raised her hand, the black dagger spun around and landed in her palm. She gripped the dagger tightly again, took a step forward, and slammed herself head-on into the oncoming giant hammer.

boom--

With a crisp sound, the giant hammer-wielding figure raised its head and looked at the red-haired woman's pale face splattered with blood.

In that instant, he felt that her beautiful face was as terrifying as a demon, and a twisted sense of panic spread through his heart, causing his hands to tremble unconsciously.

Lena immediately lunged forward, her black dagger slicing through the night sky and cutting open the neck of the giant hammer-wielding figure.

With the sound of the giant hammer falling to the ground, Lena paused slightly, just about to catch her breath, when in that instant, a tremendous force grabbed her neck and lifted her up, slamming her body against the wall with a loud thud, sending countless flying stones flying.

"Interesting, a promotion on the spot? Your boost is for a 'warrior'?"

The bald man covered in golden patterns stared at Lena, one hand gripping her neck, the other pinching her wrist and twisting it sharply.

Lena loosened her grip, and the bald man snatched the dagger from her. Then, he suddenly raised the hand that was gripping her neck and threw her to the ground like a rag doll.

"how come···"

Lena struggled to sit up, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and stared at the bald man in shock.

"It seems you don't know enough about the extraordinary world. Don't lump me in with these trash."

The bald man toyed with the dagger in his hand, casually twirling it. The dagger trembled, trying to break free from his grip, but no matter what it did, it couldn't break free.

"Warriors are indeed a very strong talent sequence, but often, the gap between C-rank and C-rank is as big as that between a person and a dog, especially for us gifted believers, the power of the gods is beyond your imagination."

"It's nothing more than exchanging other people's lives for one's own power."

Lena staggered to her feet, spat out the blood and foam from her mouth, wiped her mouth, kicked the military dagger on the ground, and held it in her hand.

Without hesitation, he stabbed at the bald man.

The bald man raised his dagger, deflected Lena's military knife, and then kicked out, sending Lena flying and crashing into the innermost wall again.

After two impacts, the thick wall finally collapsed completely, revealing the empty, abandoned space inside.

The next second, the bald man appeared in front of the red-haired woman lying among the bricks. As Lena struggled to get up, he suddenly grabbed her by the neck, lifted her up, and slammed her against the wall with a loud thud.

"You have one last chance."

The tall shadow completely obscured the woman's delicate figure. The bald man lowered his head, toying with the black dagger in his hand. "Killing you with your dagger would be quite interesting, wouldn't it?"

The sharp dagger moved forward little by little, and with violent trembling, it followed the bald man's outstretched thumb and pressed against the woman's fair neck.

As fine streaks of blood appeared on her fair skin, a sinister smile crept across the bald man's face. He stared at Lena and said slowly,

"Now that you're a C-rank warrior, you're qualified to be recruited. One hundred million Federal Credits. Tell me everything you know and join us, how about it?"

Lena was visibly taken aback when she heard the price.

“You should know the strength of our old church. For us, this amount of money is something we can afford. I think your companion probably can’t afford such a high price, and in fact, there aren’t many people in the entire Federation who can offer this price.”

Seeing this, the bald man smiled, his voice low and menacing, like the whisper of a devil.

"Think about it, you're just a mercenary. You have no obligation to keep anyone's secret. After your client dies, no one will know that you made this deal."

Lena struggled to lift her gaze. The bald man's movements almost suffocated her. She stared at the bald man, her throat moving slowly and laboriously.

“You’re just a lowly mercenary. Stance doesn’t mean anything to you. You know what to choose.”

Seeing this, the bald man smiled, loosened his grip slightly, and moved a little distance away.

boom--

The sturdy leather boots, reinforced with iron, struck the bald man between the legs.

The bald man's face instantly contorted into a ferocious expression.

"Feel sorry,"

On the pale, delicate face of the red-haired woman, her lips, stained with blood, slowly curved into a smile. "A mercenary of lowly birth, not very knowledgeable about etiquette."

She tried to break free, but without success; the bald man's hand, gripping her neck, never completely loosened.

"It seems you really do want to die."