Life Dungeon Game

Then the entire television screen changed to show a room with a clean white background.

A figure shrouded in a black hooded cloak, wearing a strange black and white smiling mask, stood in the very center of the room.

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Chapter 182 K's Speech (Long Chapter, Please Subscribe, Add to Favorites, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

In every corner of Dawn City, whether in the Crown District or the Aston District, whether on bustling streets or in alleys filled with gunfire, the masked man hidden in his hood appeared in every place with a public display screen.

The camera zoomed in instantly, focusing on the eerie mask of the figure on the screen, and a hoarse, low voice came from behind the mask.

"Good evening, nice to meet you. You can call me K."

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"Will this really work for the conglomerate?"

Light footsteps came from behind He Ao.

"Do you know how people demolished walls before the cataclysm, when there were no machines or excavators?"

He Ao smiled weakly and said, "They tied strong ropes to the wall, gathered enough people, and pulled and pushed together. With enough people, even the most magnificent wall can be pushed down."

He paused, "Perhaps in places we can't see, the people of Dawn City... the entire Federation have accumulated enough anger, and this overwhelming anger needs an outlet."

Even if you tear down this high wall, there are still many more towering walls standing in this world. Compared to those colossal giants that blot out the sky, the Anvis Group is just a dilapidated mud wall. You still cannot change this world.

The person behind him said softly.

"I'm just an orphan seeking revenge for my parents; destroying the Anvis Group is my ultimate goal."

He Ao looked up, staring at the figure on the screen recounting the crimes of the Anvis Foundation. "I am not a hero of this world. This world has its own heroes, but,"

At this point, he turned his head with difficulty, looked at the man in the white coat behind him, and smiled, "Once the first crack appears in the window, how far is it from being completely destroyed?"

This federal proverb roughly translates to 'The one who started this will surely have no descendants.'

“I hope so,” Roger walked to Heo’s side, looking at the huge television screen in the distance. “Is that the footage we recorded yesterday? What are you planning to do next?”

“Yes,” He Ao nodded slightly, then gave a weak smile. “As for me, I probably need to rest for a while.”

He looked at the underground doctor beside him, "Thank you for your help this time. Did you borrow all the Anvis Group shares that I asked you to borrow from the brokerage firm?"

"borrowed."

Roger nodded slightly.

"Then consider the profits from this short selling as my travel expenses for you."

Short selling is a method of profiting from the difference between buying stocks from a brokerage firm, selling them on the stock market, and then buying them back after the stock price falls.

The boy looked again at the huge television screen in the distance. "If I die, don't hold a funeral for me, and don't tell anyone I'm dead. Just scatter my ashes in a corner of this city."

He staggered and fell backward.

Roger reacted quickly and caught him.

The boy's eyes slowly closed, and his breathing gradually weakened.

Returning to the original world

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Roger picked up the boy and walked into the depths of the alley, where a long, black van was parked.

As Roger walked over, the back door of the van slowly opened, revealing a long silver box that almost filled most of the van.

Roger placed 'Joey's' body on the box, quickly treated his wounds, applied his special medicine, then picked 'Joey' up and pressed a button on the box.

Streaks of white light appeared on the box, outlining the shape of a thriving tree.

The moment the tree was completed, the lid of the box slowly opened, and wisps of icy cold air escaped from inside.

Roger placed Joey's body inside; the boy's breathing was already intermittent and about to cease.

The metal box glowed white and slowly closed.

Please select sleep mode.

A gentle, soothing female voice came from inside the box.

At the same time, lines of illusory text were projected and floated in the air.

Roger's fingertips slid between the projected text, eventually settling on a title.

[Near-death mode (automatically defreezes upon death or resurrection)]

"Mode selection successful, freezing (1%)"

"Battery power is low, please connect to a power source immediately."

Roger gently raised his hand and slowly closed the rear door of the car.

He walked to the driver's seat and started the vehicle.

The black van drove into the night.

-

Jessie walked alone on the bustling street, not calling the number on the business card her editor had given her.

When she learned that the Morning Light Daily was unwilling to report on the matter, she was already disillusioned with the entire media and newspaper industry in Morning Light City.

She chose to intern at the Daily Morning News because of its centuries-old reputation.

So when she realized that the Daily Morning wouldn't report these stories, her original worldview collapsed.

That was the Morning Light Daily, which had persisted for centuries and was known for its fearlessness in the face of powerful figures.

She felt anger and indignation, but even more so, a sense of powerlessness.

She couldn't advise Joey, because if she were in Joey's position, she would have made the same choice.

In fact, she had called her father to tell him about this when she left the Morning Light Daily.

However, her father simply told her to go home.

She had an argument with her father about this.

For the first time, she witnessed another side of the world, a realm she had never encountered before, one that was so oppressive, dark, and bloody.

"Good evening, nice to meet you. You can call me K."

A hoarse voice came from above. Jessie looked up blankly at the sky.

At this moment, on those bustling buildings, the monitors that were originally playing dazzling advertisements have all been transformed into a hooded man wearing a strange smiling mask.

Jessie vaguely felt that the hooded man's voice was somewhat familiar, but the voice seemed to have been modified by software, making it impossible for her to identify who was behind the mask.

"Next, let's move on to today's 'Breaking News' segment."

"We live in a city with bustling shopping malls, beautiful streets, and lights that never go out."

. "

"It is so beautiful and prosperous."

"But I wonder if you guys ever have this feeling, like something's not quite right about this city?"

"Do you have any friends like this? They died in a factory 'accident' but received no compensation, and their families are struggling to survive after losing their support?"

"Do you have any friends like this? They work hard to develop and create best-selling products, only to have similar products appear on the market and maliciously compete with them, ultimately leading to their bankruptcy and homelessness?"

"Do you have any friends like this? They do odd jobs in restaurants or on the street, earning only half or even less of the minimum wage per hour, and have to spend most of their income on rent every week?"

"Do you have friends like this? They are burdened with huge loans, work diligently and conscientiously, but once they get older and can no longer cope with the high-intensity work, they are laid off and have to find their own way to make a living?"

Have you ever thought, "This city shouldn't be like this? This world shouldn't be like this?"

"The intelligent and talented are left destitute on the streets, the hardworking and diligent have nothing, and the afflicted have nowhere to turn for help."

"It's a coincidence that I have a few friends who have recently had some minor experiences that I can share with you all."

"Joey, seventeen years old, high school student, whose parents died in a mechanical accident at the Anvis Machinery Factory."

"Cayyo, 21 years old, restaurant waiter, whose father died in a mechanical accident at the Anvis Machinery Factory."

“Slank, 37, a worker, lost both hands and a leg in a mechanical accident at the Anvis Machinery Factory and was later sentenced to five years in prison for extortion.”

"I believe that when you hear about the deeds of these three people, your first reaction should be the same as mine: How come there are so many accidents at this Anvis Machinery Factory?"

"Next are some interesting findings, listing only data from the last ten years."

"Over the past ten years, Anvis Machinery Factory has been involved in nineteen accidents, resulting in the deaths of twenty-three people. Among these individuals, the maximum compensation paid by Anvis Machinery Factory to any single person did not exceed 100,000 federal dollars."

"In other words, we can tentatively understand it this way: the cost of one person's death is 100,000."

"Next, I'll show you two little things,"

Two identical images of robotic arms appeared on the screen.

"This robotic arm is the one that frequently causes accidents at Anvis Machinery Factory. Its designed lifespan is 15 years, while this one is a robotic arm manufactured by a different manufacturer. Its designed lifespan is 10 years."

Why is there such a large difference in lifespan between these two seemingly identical robotic arms? What are the differences between them?

"The biggest difference is... the '10' in the instruction manual has been changed to '15'. With just this simple modification, Anvis Group can earn an extra 100 million in profit every year after the ten-year service life is over."

"Of course, such modifications will have a minor consequence—the worker operating the robotic arm could die at any time in the event of an explosion."

in an accident. "

"But the Anvis Group doesn't think this is a big deal. After all, if someone dies, the maximum compensation is 100,000, which is just the profit from this machine running at overload for a month."

Jessie stared blankly at the figure on the screen, then looked down at the storage chip she had been holding in her hand.

The person wearing the mask was actually talking about what was inside the chip, but in a more concise and general way.

At that moment, the screen on the square flickered, as if someone was vying for control of the display.

The masked man who called himself 'K' had already recounted the general outline of the incident, and at that moment, he was calmly watching the camera.