Life Dungeon Game

It felt like only a short time had passed, yet also like an eternity, until finally, he finished reading the long electronic list.

His hand unconsciously swiped the list again, dragging the gray photo at the very end of the list to the middle of the tablet before naturally falling back down.

Finally, his fingers left the list.

Bright moonlight streamed through the captain's cabin windows, mingling with the dim lamplight.

The dark seawater carried the tiny boat up and down.

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At that moment, the blond man's bracelet vibrated, and a sharp-looking male portrait flashed on the interface projected by the bracelet.

The blond man clicked on the profile picture, and a voice message played automatically:

"Captain Kevin, we've ventured too far into the Storm Sea. Too many of our brothers have died. Lately, none of them want to go out to sea anymore."

The blond man, referred to as Captain Kevin, reached out and pressed the voice reply screen, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

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Just then, a new voice message came from the other end:

"I know that if we don't go to sea, we'll be threatened with violence and even assassination by the security company hired by United Industries, but the brothers really have no other choice. Going to sea means death, and not going to sea means death too. Staying on land, at least we might be able to leave with a whole body, right?"

Immediately afterwards, another voice message came through:

“Captain Kevin, we brothers are of lowly birth, none of us are born into a good family, and we are not worthy of living in the Cloud District and enjoying the life of a master. We do want to earn this money and eat this bread, but we brothers really can't survive. If there is any way to make a living at sea, we brothers will not take this risk.”

There was no reply from the blond man on the other end, or perhaps he hadn't stopped talking at all; a new voice message was sent out:

"United Industries is pushing us to our deaths. They'll make money from the ore they mine, but if our brothers die, we'll have nothing left. We have wives and children too, and we want to live."

"

Gazing at the voice messages, the blond man pressed the record button, opened his mouth slightly, then slowly closed it again. Finally, he released his hand and dialed the cancel send button.

Night fell and peace returned.

Kevin gazed silently at the bright moon outside the window, leaned back in his chair, and murmured to himself, "Mr. Nissen, what would you do if you were here?"

He gently covered his cheek with his hand; he knew there would be no answer to this question.

Because his teacher, the renowned 'Old Captain,' had already been 'taken away' by the Eternal Secret Cult to the legendary eternal divine kingdom where 'there is no hunger.'

Although he felt that there were too many deceptive elements in the teachings of the Eternal Esoteric School, and that there was something fishy about his teacher being taken away, there was nothing he could do.

These poorly equipped crew members couldn't even handle the security companies hired by United Industries, let alone the powerful Eternal Cult.

Even the old captain, who had immense influence across all the fleets in Winter, was easily taken away, leaving him with even less power to resist.

Their attempt to challenge behemoths like United Industries and Eternal Tantra is as ridiculous as pitting flesh against a giant, running machine.

The cool moonlight shone on his cheeks, and amidst the rise and fall of the waves, he finally took a deep breath.

He then raised his wrist and pressed the record button again.

"Gather all our brothers, United Industries won't let us live..."

Bang bang bang—

Just then, a crisp knock on the door interrupted him.

He immediately released his hand from the record button and switched to cancel sending.

"Which one?"

As he asked the question, he put down the bracelet, opened the drawer under the control panel in front of him, took out a small black pistol, and slowly walked towards the door of the captain's cabin.

There was no response from outside the door.

He took another deep breath, leaned gently against the wall, reached out, turned the doorknob, and opened the door.

A twisted, humanoid black shadow appeared in his field of vision.

His breath hitched instinctively, and he was about to raise his gun to fire, but then he realized that the dark figure had a face, and that the face was strangely 'familiar'.

"teacher?"

He paused for a moment, then asked tentatively.

"Long time no see, Kevin."

The dark figure stared at him and slowly spoke.

His voice was hoarse and aged, perhaps due to a problem with his vocal organs, and it also carried a slight sharp tremor.

"Hello,"

At the same time, a young boy wearing a red hand-knitted scarf stepped out from behind the shadowy figure, smiled at the man, and said, "Mr. Kevin, may we go in first?"

-

Cloud Area

An elderly man in a sharp suit stood on a towering observation deck, gazing down at the glittering neon-lit city below.

The howling night wind swept over his head.

He raised his head slightly and looked into the distance.

After the brightly lit Cloud District comes the equally brightly lit, never-ending industrial district of Novet, followed by the sparsely lit Akka District, and finally, the Storm District gradually sinks into darkness.

From this vantage point, he could gaze out over the entire city.

This ancient and magnificent city lay prostrate at his feet.

Mr. Vincent

,"

A cheerful voice came from behind the old man, "You've chosen a beautiful spot."

"This has always been the best view of the entire United Industrial Building,"

Vincent turned around, looked at the man in mercenary officer's uniform behind him, and said with a sigh,

“I designed this entire observation deck. When the Novette district was first separated from the Arca district as a separate industrial area, we often watched the construction of those factories from here.”

He glanced with a touch of melancholy at the viewing table behind him and the two chairs beside it. "Scohn used to sit in the chair on the left, Endil in the chair on the right, and I stood behind them."

He lifted his feet and slowly walked to the two chairs, placing his hands on the back of the chairs. "These two chairs are still here, but for so many years, I have never dared to sit on them."

As he spoke, he slowly sat down in the chair on the left and gently raised his hand, making an invitation gesture to the officer.

"And now, you can sit here in peace."

The officer naturally sat down opposite Vincent.

A middle-aged man who was serving them came over with a bottle of champagne and poured some into both of their glasses.

"Once the investigation team arrives tomorrow night, you can rest easy."

The officer raised his glass and took a sip of champagne.

"But the night before everything ends is the longest, isn't it?"

Vincent simply held his wine glass, gazing at the officer before him. "Commander Lutz?"

"So, Mr. Vincent, are you finally willing to hand over the security task to us?"

Lutz smiled as he looked at the old man's face.

"I can grant your request,"

Vincent looked calmly at Lutz, "But I hope your strength is as you claim."

"Of course you can trust us,"

Lutz placed his hand on the table. "We have sufficient strength to protect United Industries. United Industries will absolutely not be breached by the Eternal Cult before the arrival of the Federation's central forces."

At this point, he smirked, "You will never see that annoying Eternal Tantric sect again."

Vincent gazed at his confident face, smiled, and slowly raised his glass. "I hope so."

“You can trust us,”

Lutz raised his champagne glass high, squinting slightly as he looked at Vincent and the middle-aged man standing behind him. "A toast to our well-deserved victory."

-

The howling sea wind swept through the night as He Ao jumped off the deck and stood on the ground in the harbor.

The black figure gently patted Kevin's shoulder from behind.

Immediately, the black figure transformed into a shadow and gathered beside him.

"I never imagined I would have the chance to stand on real ground again."

The shadowy figure glanced once more at Kevin, who was already walking back on the deck, then turned back to look at He Ao and said with a sigh.

A normal soul, once it returns to the normal world, will quickly dissipate.

"This world is too big; there are always things beyond our comprehension that can turn the impossible into the possible."

able."

He replied slowly.

The shadowy figure that Nissen is currently in is actually a 'summoning object of resentment' from the paper butterfly.

The paper butterfly can summon three C-rank resentment monsters within its unfolding area.

This kind of pure resentment has a high affinity with the soul, so He Ao pondered whether he could pull out the old man's soul from the pure white space and try to make the old man use these resentments as a vehicle for action.

He succeeded very easily.

As an extension of the power of the paper butterflies, resentment not only stabilizes the old man's soul, preventing it from dissipating, but also interacts with him, allowing him to rebuild his body with these resentments.

The only problem is that these resentments can pollute the old man's soul, so this state cannot be maintained for too long.

"really,"

Nissen nodded slightly, followed Heo's footsteps, and glanced at the distant sea.

"The wonders of this world are endless and can never be fully explored. When I was young, I wanted to be an explorer, to go deep into the Storm Sea, to explore unknown areas that no human has ever been to, and to find the other regions of the former Federation that have been lost in the books."

"That sounds romantic."