Life Dungeon Game

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The elevator in the apartment building ran smoothly. After entering the security code, the number 17 began to appear on the elevator screen. At the same time, a playlist appeared on the screen, allowing He Ao to choose his favorite music to play.

He Ao randomly chose a gentle piece of music.

As the soft music played, the elevator slowly arrived.

As the elevator doors opened, an exquisite wooden entryway came into He Ao's view.

Several pairs of men's slippers were placed on the shoe cabinet next to the entryway, while at the far end of the entryway was a heavy security door.

He Ao crossed the entrance hall, pressed his index finger on the doorbell of the security door, and rang the doorbell.

No response.

Just as He Ao was about to press the doorbell a second time, a hoarse voice came from the smart doorbell, "Who is it?"

He Ao knew that Slanka was currently spying on him through the smart doorbell's camera. He held up the box in his hand. "Mr. Slanka, I've come to..."

"You're early."

Before He Ao could finish speaking, he was abruptly interrupted by Slanka's hoarse voice.

"I···"

He Aogang was about to say something.

With a click, the tightly closed door was slowly pushed open.

A man wearing dark pajamas, with a long face, a prominent jaw, and a somewhat stern and cold gaze, emerged from behind the door.

He glanced at He Ao, raised his hand, revealing a mechanical watch inlaid with gold and diamonds under his pajamas, and said, "You're half an hour early."

Then he looked He Ao up and down, his gaze finally settling on He Ao's eyes.

"But it's pretty good. I like your eyes; they give me a strong desire to conquer you."

He Ao: ?

Slanka waved gently, signaling Heo to follow him into the house.

He Ao followed behind Slanka. As soon as he stepped through the door, the smart security door behind him slowly closed.

"Mr. Slanka..."

He carried his suitcase, took a step forward, and approached Slanka.

“Hey,” Slanka, who was standing in front of the cabinet by the entrance, suddenly turned around. “Don’t rush, go take a shower first. I don’t really like the clothes you’re wearing either. But I bought a pretty nice outfit a couple of days ago, even though it’s a bit short on fabric.”

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled open one of the decorative drawers on the cabinet.

He Ao: ?

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Although Heo was still somewhat confused about what had happened, he noticed that Slanka's gestures were different.

When a person reaches for a woven material like clothing, they usually spread their five fingers, making a 'grabbing' gesture.

Slanka's hand has four fingers together and his thumb slightly separated from the other four fingers, which is a 'grip' gesture.

"Hold" doesn't mean holding clothes; it means holding handle-like objects, like... a gun handle.

In that instant, He Ao leaped behind the sofa.

The intense gunfire erupted almost the instant he leaped out; bullets pierced the luxurious sofa, shattering the pure white feathers.

Dang Dang Dang——

The bullet struck the metal briefcase that He Ao was using as a shield, making a crisp sound.

"Kid, who sent you?"

Slanka pressed the quick eject button on the submachine gun, and the empty magazine fell off the gun. At the same time, he took a new magazine from a drawer and was about to insert it.

He noticed He Ao's problem as soon as he opened the door. Normally, the "takeout" he ordered wouldn't have this kind of temperament. As for what he said later, it was a trick he used to stall He Ao in a critical moment.

Just as he was changing magazines, Slanka felt as if his mind had been struck by some powerful force. His brain went blank for a moment, and his body froze.

The blank moment was very short; he recovered almost in the blink of an eye. But it was too late; the boy opposite him had already pulled out a submachine gun and was pointing it at him.

Da da da--

Gunfire erupted once again, and this time, he was the one being targeted.

Compared to his marksmanship, the boy's marksmanship was significantly more stable and accurate.

By the time he recovered and leaped behind the cabinet, nearly thirty bullets had already been rained down on him.

His pajamas were soaked with bright red blood that shone with a gray glow. His hands were pierced by more than a dozen bullets, and he could not use his hands at all. The submachine gun and magazine he was holding tightly fell to the ground.

He took out a new magazine to replace the empty one, then turned off Super Memory and walked step by step toward Slanka.

Slanka's momentary stiffness was due to his use of mental interference, an ability he acquired after Super Memory absorbed the dancer's talent sequence and advanced to D-rank.

After entering Level D, the super memory can see a kind of ethereal 'shadow' that is combined with the human body in the 'vision'. He Ao currently believes that this 'shadow' is the human's spiritual entity or soul.

He can touch these shadows with his mind and interfere with their state, but he cannot control or charm them. At most, he can only interfere with the enemy's thinking and put them into a state of inescapable paralysis.

In fact, this was the first time he had used this ability in actual combat since acquiring it.

While using this ability, Heo's own power consumption will also accelerate.

Slanka's soul power also exceeded He Ao's expectations; the original thirty seconds of costless use of super memory time, due to...

To disrupt Slanka's thinking, the time was shortened to only five seconds.

Judging from the strength of his soul, Slanka is a very strong superhuman, stronger than a typical E-level, and most likely a D-level superhuman.

However, although Slanka's soul was strong, it was in a flickering state, somewhat similar to Christos's previous state when he was injured. Therefore, Heo judged that Slanka must have suffered some kind of serious injury and was still recovering.

This is probably why he bought a large number of corpse flowers to restore souls.

With one hand holding a gun and the other hand reaching into his jacket from behind his waist to grasp the short sword that he had secured to his back at an angle, He walked toward Slanca.

Judging from Slanka's performance just now, thirty bullets from ordinary firearms were not enough to take his life, but his hands should be ruined.

“A D-level mental talent sequence holder, you really think highly of me,” Slanka leaned against the cabinet, listening to He Ao’s approaching footsteps. “Whose side are you on?”

As he spoke, he endured the pain, painstakingly prying out the bullets lodged in his wrist one by one. The bullets hindered the movement of his hand muscles, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He couldn't help but let out a few painful groans from his throat.

The boy outside did not respond to him, but continued to approach step by step.

Slanka quickened his pace, and once the bullets were removed one by one, he ripped his pajamas apart and used strips of cloth to bind his wrists to barely stop the bleeding. At the same time, streaks of orange-red flames gathered in his palms.

Since his last injury, every time he uses his ability, he experiences a violent mental tearing sensation, and that terrible pressure clings to him like a bone-deep affliction.

This is also why he initially wanted to eliminate He Ao with firearms; the cost of using supernatural powers was too high.

However, he underestimated He Ao's strength, which led to him being completely suppressed by He Ao in their first encounter, and he was even seriously injured.

Even now, he couldn't understand why anyone would send a strange D-level expert to attack him, especially since this expert looked so young.

Although he did a lot of bad things, they were all small, menial tasks, dealing with ordinary people at the bottom. Apart from the time he went to gather intelligence and misjudged the opponent's strength, resulting in him being injured, he had never offended any expert above the E-level.

It couldn't possibly be that one of those lowly scumbags received some powerful blessing and came to seek revenge, could it?

What a joke.

He shook his head, calmed himself down, and continued to gather flames in his hands.

Just as the flames in his hand were gradually coalescing into a fireball, the approaching footsteps abruptly stopped, followed by the dull thud of a gun being thrown onto the sofa.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

In the eerie silence, Slanka frowned. He waited for a moment, then, holding the fireball that was gradually 'growing fuller' in his hand, he slowly peeked out from behind the cabinet.

At that very moment, a cold gun barrel was pressed against the back of his head.

“Mr. Slanka, don’t move. Perhaps we can talk.”

Slanka trembled and froze, but the flame in his hand did not disappear.

“Mr. Slanka, this is a ‘super pistol.’ It might be just ‘a tiny bit’ better than a regular gun. The moment I pull the trigger, the bullet will shred your brain and take your life.”

As He Ao finished speaking, the flames in Slanka's hand gradually dissipated.

The moment he changed magazines, slowly approached, and used mental attacks, it was all part of He Ao's pre-set trap. He wanted to give Slanka the false impression that he was just a mental ability user and that his actual physical strength was not strong, so that he would choose to continue attacking with firearms.

In practice, he first threw away the submachine gun to attract Slanka's attention, then detonated his hyper-memory, bypassing the cabinet in a very short time and appearing behind Slanka.

Soldiers never tire of deceit.

It would be easy for Heo to kill the already injured Slanka, but his goal was not to kill him, but to obtain information from Slanka.

"May I know who sent you?"

Slanka understood this at that moment; the fact that Heo hadn't killed him immediately proved that he still had value.

“Mr. Slanka, it’s nice to meet you, but I think you should already know my information,” Heo said softly. “My name is Joey.”

Slanka was stunned for a moment.

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Joey? That little brat who doesn't even have parents, or just someone with the same name?

But judging from the words of the person behind him, this Joey is probably the Joey he knows.

"How can it be!"

Slanka's first reaction was disbelief; those low-level scum...

He was about to get up when Heo's cold voice came from behind him, "Mr. Slanka, if you move again, I may have to try to extract information from a corpse."

Slanka slowly stopped moving. "What do you want to know?"