Life Dungeon Game

There were eleven corpse flowers in the box. He Ao first thawed one of them.

Previously, Professor Liu Zhengyun taught him how to prepare the solution of the corpse flower. After grinding a petal into powder, it is mixed with one liter of water. The petals of the corpse flower are very light, with each petal weighing only about two grams. Mixing it with one liter of water results in a ratio of 1:500.

Although Joey's body was weak, it was still much stronger than Grandpa Fang's, and he could withstand a higher concentration. Moreover, He Ao's soul was of higher quality and required more petals from the Corpse Flower.

So He Ao took off all five petals of this corpse flower and ground them into powder.

After all five petals were removed, the corpse flower's originally emerald green stems quickly turned black and withered, emitting a distorted stench.

How to describe this stench? It's like someone is cooking snail rice noodles and frying stinky tofu in the kitchen while simultaneously microwaving durian.

Even though Heo put the branch away in a box, he couldn't stop the distorted stench from spreading. This smell seemed to affect the soul directly. In the end, Heo put the branch in the refrigerator, and only under freezing conditions did he stop the spread of the stench.

The branches of the Corpse Flower should also be some kind of extraordinary material, but they cannot be used to restore the soul.

As for how He Ao knew...

Before putting the branch in the refrigerator, he casually scraped off a little bit of powder, mixed it with water, and drank it to test its effects.

Then he lay on the toilet and vomited for half an hour.

Only after spitting out the bitter liquid, leaving a mouthful of bitterness, did the feeling of intestinal spasms slowly disappear.

After vomiting, He Ao lay on the sofa to rest for a while, took a piece of bread to fill his stomach, and then continued his work.

He weighed the powdered petals of the corpse flower and water with a small electronic scale, and made more than a dozen experimental groups according to different ratios such as 1:500, 1:300, 1:100, 1:50, 1:30, etc. Then he drank cup after cup from low concentration to high concentration.

He just drank the cup from 1:30, which had a noticeable recovery effect, but it wasn't entirely satisfactory.

He continued drinking, and once the concentration exceeded 1:30, the corpse flower solution began to exhibit a faint corrosive effect. This corrosiveness was not a corrosion of the tongue or body, but rather a kind of corrosion that acted directly on the soul.

Every time the solution entered his mouth, a faint, corrosive pain would rush into He Ao's mind like a thousand ants gnawing at his heart.

However, this level of pain was nothing to Heo; it was within his tolerable limits.

Finally, He Ao chose the highest concentration of 2:3, which is two grams of petal powder to three grams of water.

This concentration seems to be the limit that water can contain in the corpse flower. Beyond this concentration, the petal powder of the corpse flower will not completely dissolve. He Ao has also tried eating the petal powder of the corpse flower directly.

But the moment these powders entered his body, He Ao clearly felt a sharp pain. In addition to this intense pain, his life force was also rapidly draining away. These powders not only brought soul power, but also forcibly transformed his life force into soul power.

He Ao was already used to this life-threatening method and felt it was okay, but Joey's body was already weak and didn't seem to be able to withstand this kind of torment.

So He Ao quickly picked up the water bottle next to him, mixed it with water to dissolve the corpse flower powder, and swallowed it.

After the experiment, He Ao took out five corpse flowers from the box, plucked the petals, ground them into powder, cleaned up the branches, and then mixed them into a solution in a 2:3 ratio.

Then the prepared solution was poured into five mithril test tubes that had been taken from the secret room in the apartment.

When the concentration of this corpse flower solution exceeds 1:30, its spirituality seems to dissipate rapidly, requiring it to be placed in a mithril test tube to prevent its effects from weakening.

After packaging the samples, He Ao still had some unfinished experimental samples on his table. He gathered them together and intermittently detonated the super memory to test the extent to which the Corpse Flower could restore the damage to super memory.

Then, based on his senses, he roughly estimated the effect of the Corpse Flower. A solution made from the petals of a whole Corpse Flower and water in a 2:3 ratio, about 20 milliliters in total, could restore the energy consumed during 30 seconds of Hypermemory in a test tube.

In other words, the solution in each test tube can give him an extra 30 seconds of hypermemory usage time.

Yeah, it makes perfect sense to be taking drugs and wasting your life at the same time.

He Ao moved the remaining corpse flowers from the box to the refrigerator. There were eleven corpse flowers in the box. One was used for the experiment, five were used to prepare the solution, and five were left. He Ao put all of them on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator.

Ding-dong-

Just as He Ao carefully placed the corpse flower inside, a crisp electronic doorbell rang.

Ding-dong-

The person outside, finding no response from the person inside, rang the doorbell again.

"Joey, are you there? It's Jessie."

The person outside knocked gently on the door.

He Ao turned his head and glanced at the living room.

The six-pointed star pattern drawn with fresh blood reflected an eerie glow under the dim light. The cup on the coffee table had blackish-purple stains in it, and it also emitted a refreshing fragrance.

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If we open the door and someone sees us...

So He Ao will either be spending tomorrow night in a mental hospital or at the FBI. Doing this kind of thing in a house, he must be either mentally ill or a cult member.

He quietly closed the refrigerator and tiptoed to the door.

At this moment, the screen embedded in the wall next to the door lit up, and the electronic peephole displayed the image of the person outside the door on the screen.

She was a young girl with long, light blonde hair. She was about 1.7 meters tall, with long, slender legs, fair and smooth skin, and a few small freckles on her face.

This is Jessie, Joey's classmate and best friend.

"Joey, are you home?" Jessie, standing outside the door, placed her hand on the door again and gently knocked. "Joey, I know you're feeling terrible right now, but everything will pass, won't it? You haven't been to school for seven days, and your teachers and classmates are very worried about you. Your aunt and uncle in heaven wouldn't be happy if you were like this."

Bang—bang—

She placed her hand on the door and knocked again. "Joey? Joey?"

Finally, she withdrew her hand, glanced up at the electronic peephole, and slowly walked away.

He Ao turned his gaze from the screen to the six-pointed star pattern in the living room, where a line of crimson text rested at the very center of the pattern.

I have nothing left.

He picked up a mop and a small shovel and began to clean up the bloodstains.

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Chapter 154 Shall we talk business now? (Please subscribe!)

Jessie is kind and gentle, but she doesn't understand Joey.

People living in happiness and warmth find it hard to understand the pain of someone who suddenly loses everything.

Moreover, the incident that caused Joey to lose everything was not necessarily an 'accident'.

The mission for this instance is to 'investigate the cause of the accident at the Anvis Machinery Factory'.

There was a reason for this 'accident'.

Judging from Joey's current situation, this 'reason' is probably not very honorable.

By the time He Ao had finished tidying everything up, it was already eight o'clock in the morning. Bright sunlight streamed through the open windows onto the living room floor, which was still damp, reflecting a shimmering light.

He glanced at the date; it was Sunday.

In the past, on this only day off each week, Joey's father would get up very early to make breakfast and drag his sleepy-eyed son to enjoy the morning sunlight.

Joey's parents were not highly educated; they went out to make a living after graduating from community high school.

The father rarely spoke; his logical reasoning was no match for his son, who was attending a private high school and excelling academically. Whenever Joey and he argued, the father would raise his hand, his face flushed, then silently lower it, walk to the balcony, and light a cigarette.

At this point, the mother would come over and try to smooth things over between the father and son.

But most of the time, the father is actually silent and gentle.

He picked up the submachine gun on the table, pulled the bolt, and a crisp mechanical clang rang out.

After confirming that the gun was working properly, he put the submachine gun away, walked to the corner, unplugged the charging plug of his combat uniform, and put it on. At this point, the combat uniform was fully charged. Then he put on a pair of loose pants and a jacket over the combat uniform.

Fortunately, Joey used to be overweight, so these large clothes could barely cover his combat uniform.

At dawn, Heo had already tested his martial arts training, but it was clear that Joey had no martial arts talent whatsoever; his talent was far inferior to Ander's.

The energy that entered Joey's body vanished completely in the blink of an eye.

Joey is just that kind of person—ordinary, simple, and unremarkable.

There was no luxurious family background, no amazing talent, only a warm and ordinary home.

This family is burdened with a 30-year mortgage, earns meager wages, and lives a simple and frugal life.

This may be just one of the thousands of ordinary families in Dawn City, but it is Joey's everything.

After paying off the mortgage, all debts, and funeral expenses, his parents' compensation only left him with $35,000. As a student, Joey had no way to continue paying the property tax and his living expenses. Even if he sold the house his parents left him, he would not be able to support himself while paying the high tuition fees of a private university. Moreover, a degree from a community college was not as valuable as the high school he was currently attending.

His only option was to give up the opportunity to pursue further education after graduating from high school and work to support himself.

He has lost everything.

Even at this point, some people still try to use the Hyena Gang to drive him to the brink of despair, simply because he is investigating the truth behind his parents' deaths.

regardless

The real reasons behind this accident should be brought to light.

He Ao raised his head and gently opened the door.

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Avis Bar

This is just a small bar located on a corner of the Avis neighborhood in the Aston district, and its neon sign is even a bit worn out.

The morning light lazily spills onto the streets and onto the faces of busy pedestrians.

Occasionally, gunshots could be heard from the alleyways.

After nearly two months of chaotic fighting, the turmoil in Aston District seems to be nearing its end, and it remains to be seen who will become the new underground ruler of this chaotic area.

Wearing a large baseball cap, the chubby boy struggled to carry a suitcase as he slowly walked to the entrance of the Avis Bar.

The bar's door was ajar, and the dazzling lights were not turned on. At the start of the day, this place, usually so brightly lit and bustling, was filled with a sense of despondency and loneliness.

He Ao slowly pressed the doorknob, trying to push the door open.

At that moment, a tall man in a black suit blocked the gap in the door, preventing He Ao from pushing it open.

We are not open in the morning.

The tall man glanced at He Ao and said coldly.

He adjusted the brim of his baseball cap, looked around, hugged the box in his arms, and carefully said to the tall man, "I'm here to hand in a mission to Mr. Noard."

The bar is open at night, while the middleman does business in the morning; this is the rule for most bar middlemen in the Aston area.