Life Dungeon Game

If this energy conversion method is efficient enough, is the Eternal Kingdom actually driving these 'souls' to 'earn' energy for itself?

Judging from the few 'private spaces' that He Ao initially arrived at, there were at least some other people who could squander the energy in the Eternal Kingdom at will.

Those people also mentioned terms like 'online' and 'virtual reality'.

Does this mean they are not 'permanent residents' of the Eternal Kingdom? Can they actually 'go online and offline' freely through some kind of device?

For them, the Eternal Kingdom is a more advanced 'game' that they can enjoy in reality and also in the Eternal Kingdom.

Perhaps in the eyes of these people, the Eternal Kingdom is the true 'ideal kingdom'.

He Ao pulled himself out of his thoughts and fixed his gaze on the old man in front of him who was gradually recovering from his slumber.

To allow ordinary people to freely log in and out, the Eternal Kingdom cannot be like the inner church, where one must withstand a wave of contamination and verify loyalty to the eternal light before entering.

Perhaps the Eternal Kingdom is actually closer to the real world than the one inside the church?

He remembered the light he had first seen over Winter City.

He looked away and glanced at Alice beside him.

Perhaps, it's more than just 'approaching'.

Then, he nodded to Alice and left the pure white space.

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Bright sunlight streamed through the narrow, old window into Heo's eyes.

As he slowly opened his eyes, the world around him gradually became clear.

Beside him was a face fast asleep, lying on the edge of the bed, with some of the loose red hair spread across the white sheets and some sliding down the edge of the bed.

As He Ao woke up, the figure who had been lying by the bed fluttered her eyelids, then slowly opened her eyes. She sat up straight, looked up at He Ao with some surprise, and said, "You're awake?!"

For a Class C superhuman, even while asleep, as long as she is not in a deep sleep, her perception of the outside world is extremely sharp.

Immediately, the C-level superhuman in front of He Ao seemed to realize that his emotions had been a bit too intense, so he slightly composed himself and looked at He Ao with gentleness.

,"how are you feeling?"

"much better,"

He Ao nodded slightly, glancing at Lena's somewhat disheveled hair. "How long did I 'sleep'?"

"Ok?"

Lena glanced at the small digital clock hanging on the wall. "Six or seven hours, I guess."

He Ao's gaze also fell on the electronic clock; the time was now 7:30 a.m.

"Is it?"

He rubbed his temples and looked around. He seemed to be lying in a place that resembled a 'pharmacies'. "Where is this?"

“My secret base,”

Lena shrugged and looked around. "This is a ward, and also a pharmacy. It's my own 'nest' that I prepared for myself. None of my subordinates know it exists."

"Are those two from the FBI here?"

After a brief moment of thought, He Ao remembered.

Lena previously said that she had placed the FBI agents in a place no one knew about.

"Not here,"

Lena shook her head. "But they have another secret base nearby, and Klin from last night, I sent them there. Do you want to go see them? Are you alright now?"

"no problem."

He Ao shook his head, and sat up, supporting himself on the bed frame. "Let's go see them."

"Row."

Lena found a large fur coat for Heo to wear.

-

Cloud Area

"What exactly are you doing?"

Inside the luxurious office, a neatly dressed old man glared angrily at the white-robed priest before him. "Last night, they demolished an entire building! It cost us five mechs and dozens of dragon riders. Do you think these things are free? Don't you think they're worthless?"

He slammed his hand on the table, his gaze icy. "Tell me, who were you hunting last night? What did you find out? If you still consider us allies."

“Don’t rush, Mr. Vincent,”

The white-robed priest smiled gently.

“We are one. Last night, something unexpected happened. It’s normal for two B-level powerhouses, who are suspected to be related to the Old Cult, to demolish a building. This can only mean that they fought with great restraint and were both very powerful, each with perfect control over their own power.”

"A B-rank is that strong?"

Vincent stared at the white-robed priest.

"Of course, you have seen the behemoths in the sky,"

The white-robed priest's smile remained unchanged. "Such a powerful weapon is only comparable to a B-grade weapon."

He then continued, "Large weapons like the Sky Behemoth are actually no match for humanoid B-rank powerhouses who are faster, stronger, and smaller without a escort fleet. It just takes a little time to dismantle such a behemoth."

"Are you threatening me?"

Vincent's expression grew even colder. "Don't forget who's been providing you with funding, facilities, and shelter? Do you think your B-level superhumans are stronger than the Federation? Stronger than Rockwell Energy Group?"

"You're overthinking it. We're all in this together; we share the same fate, whether it's prosperity or ruin."

The white-robed priest maintained his composure with a smile. "We also lost a core preacher last night, and one of our buildings was destroyed."

The church, we suffered significant losses too, and we also want to catch that guy from last night.

"So what exactly happened last night?"

Vincent sat back in his chair and said coldly, "I need to know the whole story. At the very least, I need to know who caused us the damage last night."

"All right,"

The white-robed priest sighed, raised his bracelet and tapped it, "I have sent you the information about the B-rank who was suspected of escaping last night."

Vincent raised his bracelet, glanced at the document, then his expression froze, and he glared angrily at the white-robed priest. "A child?"

"Yes, based on our intelligence, the B-rank survivor from last night is this... young man."

The white-robed priest chuckled softly, "We hope you will cooperate with us and mobilize the power of United Industries to hunt down this person. Of course, if you don't believe us, there's nothing we can do. I have other matters to attend to at the church. If you have other matters to attend to, you can contact me again."

With that, he walked straight to the office door, opened it, and went out.

Silence fell over the office once again.

Vincent's angry expression vanished in an instant, and he stared thoughtfully at the portrait of the young boy on the bracelet.

"Sir, should we send someone to look for this child?"

Behind Vincent, the middle-aged man who had been standing silently slowly spoke, "Is the Eternal Secret Church playing a trick on us?"

"It's unlikely,"

Vincent shook his head. "They seem to have been searching for this kid. Whether he's the B-rank from last night or not, he must be very important to the Eternal Cult. Don't underestimate anyone because of their age. Arrange for someone to cooperate with the Eternal Cult to find him."

"But don't tell the Eternal Secret Sect yet after you find it, tell me first."

"Are you trying to use this child to counterbalance the Eternal Esoteric Sect?"

The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, then sighed, "These cultists are getting more and more rude. If our Sky Beast were still around, they would never be so arrogant as they are today."

"When he's strong, he should be arrogant. Don't rush things."

Vincent shook his head, glancing at the snow-covered city outside the window. "Go contact Commander Lutz; we should meet him."

"Yes!"

The middle-aged man lowered his head slightly, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

-

Storm Zone

Light snow was still falling in the morning sky. He Ao and Lena, wearing fur coats, got out of the off-road vehicle and stood in front of a dilapidated iron gate.

Thump—thump—thump

Lena raised her hand, which was covered in a black leather glove, and knocked on the door three times rhythmically.

"Which one?"

After a brief silence, a hoarse, deep voice came from behind the door.

"landlord."

Lena calmly replied.

click -

The old iron gate opened, and a man with bandages wrapped around his body stepped aside, looking at the two figures in front of him. "Come in quickly, it's cold outside."

The two entered the room one after the other. The bandaged man looked up at both sides of the door before closing it.

The electric fireplace in the room was burning, and a warm atmosphere greeted you as soon as you entered.

Heo and Lena shook off the snow and hung their fur coats on the iron coat rack next to them.

"Ha~"

He Ao looked at his pale fingers, breathed on them, and rubbed his palms together.

Although superhumans are not easily chilled, their senses are also stronger than those of ordinary people.

"Is that Mr. Yiluo?"

At that moment, FBI agent Gast, who had closed the door, walked over and looked at Heo with a hint of curiosity.

"Hello."

He smiled and nodded at him.

"Hello,"