Life Dungeon Game

The bald man's face darkened completely. He suddenly tightened his grip on Lena's neck and slammed her against the wall.

He slowly inhaled the cold air, his face growing increasingly icy, as the sharp dagger slowly pierced the woman's neck.

Lena, her face turning bluish-purple, stared wide-eyed at the bald man with a ferocious expression, a feeling of intense suffocation washing over her.

One hundred million? How long would it take her to earn that much money?

she does not know.

It seems she's really not suited to be a mercenary.

The light in my field of vision gradually dimmed, and the snowflakes in the sky gradually blurred. Death seemed to be approaching just like that.

Is that kid really dead?

In the end, it seems that nothing really was accomplished.

puff--

sharp blade

The sound of flesh being pierced echoed in the silent night, followed by the sound of a heavy body falling to the ground.

"Ahem—"

The immense force gripping her neck suddenly released, and the woman curled up and fell to the ground, coughing violently.

The hazy darkness gradually regained its light, and the first thing that came into her view was the corpse split in two on the ground.

The final, somber expression lingered on that狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face as glistening snowflakes fell into the crimson blood.

Behind the separated corpses stood a thin figure covered in blood.

Fresh blood dripped down the snow-white blade onto the ground.

She slowly raised her head until the boy's face was fully in sight.

The boy stood in the swirling snow, gazing at her silently, a slight smile playing on his lips, and reached out his hand to her.

Snowflakes fell into the boy's palm and melted in his warm hand.

A smile appeared on Lena's lips as she reached out and slowly grasped that hand.

She struggled to her feet, and just as she was about to speak, she noticed that the boy's face was an unnaturally pale white.

The boy opened his mouth, but before he could make a sound, he stumbled and fell forward.

She immediately reached out and hugged the unconscious boy, nervously feeling his carotid artery. Only after finding that it was still beating did she breathe a sigh of relief.

He is too tired.

"This way, there's fighting going on over here!!!"

From the other side of the alley, some anxious shouts could be heard.

She looked at the still unconscious boy leaning against her chest, quickly put away her knight's sword, and with difficulty carried the boy on her back, stepping over the bricks on the ground and walking towards the abandoned space that had just been knocked open.

This place appears to be an abandoned factory. After walking a few steps forward, a broken iron gate appears.

A black dagger flew out from behind Lena, like a streak of light, severing the rusty lock on the iron gate.

Lena pushed open the iron gate.

Outside the iron gate was a narrow alley.

"Quick, this way!"

Several figures in white robes ran past the alley entrance.

Lena immediately stopped what she was doing.

After waiting a while and hearing no other sounds, she pushed open the door and walked into the alley.

She glanced at both sides of the alley, and at the far end of the alley, a towering, oppressive building stood in the darkness.

That's the Storm Tower, a landmark building in the storm zone.

That's the most chaotic place in the entire city of Winter. Once you get there, you can basically escape the pursuit.

She started walking, preparing to head deeper into the alley.

"Don't go over there, there are many...superhumans..."

The boy's hoarse voice sounded behind her, "Go to the other side, to the exit."

Lena glanced at the alley's exit and saw ragged people passing by one after another.

Theoretically speaking, there shouldn't be so many people in such a secluded alley.

Is there something over there?

she asked in a low voice.

"Perhaps..."

The boy's voice trailed off, "The church..."

Chapter 810 A New Path (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Scattered snowflakes drifted into the spacious balcony.

The old man with a full head of white hair looked up at the sky.

"It's snowing again."

The blonde girl with twin ponytails next to her also reached out and caught the falling snowflakes.

"It's been almost eight years since we last met,"

The old man watched the snowflakes melting in the girl's palm, then looked up at her and whispered, "In the blink of an eye, you've grown so much."

He slowly raised his hand, as if recalling something, "I remember the last time I saw you,"

He placed his hand slightly above his waist. "You're only this tall."

“Although we haven’t had time to meet in person for so many years, we’ve always kept in touch online, Uncle Endil.”

Veri withdrew her hand and looked at the old man with amusement. "It's not like we haven't had video calls before. You've watched me grow up little by little."

"Hahaha,"

Endil chuckled and turned to look at Veri. "As you get older, you tend to reminisce about your younger days."

He reached for the books on the table.

"Speaking of which, when I was young, I hated it when people said things like, 'The last time I saw you, you were only this big,' or 'I used to hold you when you were little.' I never thought I would become the kind of person who would be so sentimental about how others have changed."

"It's less about lamenting the changes in others and more about lamenting the passage of your own time."

Veri clasped her hands together, letting the warmth of her palms melt the snowflakes that had just fallen into them. She gazed at Endil's aged face. "Uncle Endil, you've aged so much."

"yes,"

Endil turned around and looked at the empty and desolate office. "Time waits for no one," he thought.

He turned his head, glanced at Veri, and asked softly, "So, little girl, have you made your choice?"

"Um,"

Vera nodded. "I want to run for office."

"Where to begin?"

Endil turned around, picked up the book in his hand, and walked into the office.

"Let's start with the city councilors,"

"I want to change this city," Vera pondered.

"Change this city..."

Endil was slightly stunned. He looked up at the huge oil painting hanging in the center of the office.

The oil painting depicts the scene of the founding of the United Industries, with two young men standing in front of the podium, looking out at the scene beyond the painting with high spirits.

"Your father said the same thing to me back then."

The old man slowly lowered his head and walked unsteadily toward the desk.

"Be careful."

Vera quickly went over and helped the old man up.

The old man turned his head and looked at the blonde girl with a deep gaze. He suddenly laughed and said, "You are much better than your father was back then. When he was your age, he was a playboy who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun every day. It wasn't until he took over his family business that he slowly changed."

He lowered his head and sighed, "If your father saw you like this, I don't know whether he would be happy or sad."

"So, back then, Father..."

Vera's voice lowered. "Was it done by United Industries?"

"It was done by the Eternal Tantric sect,"

Endil gently shook his head, "Of course, back then..."

The Hengmi sect may have already had contact with United Industries.

"So what was your motivation in the first place?"

Veri helped the old man up, her voice slightly lowered. After a brief pause, she continued, "With your prestige and power back then, you could have easily suppressed United Industries."

"Suppress the integrated industry, then what?"

The old man leaned on his desk, turned around, and looked at the blonde girl with pigtails.

"Then you might be able to control United Industries..."

Veri was taken aback by the old man's question and answered instinctively.

"Control the United Industries, and then what?"

Endil looked at Vili and continued to ask.

"Then you can continue the reforms my father implemented back then. Haven't you been trying those kinds of reforms all along? There are still many people who miss my father's era..."