Life Dungeon Game

Yang De walked to the door and said, "I'm right next door. You can come and ask me if you have any questions."

The group dispersed to find staff members to collect their combat uniforms and life tokens.

He Ao also picked up a set, then went straight to the small door to the side and entered Yang De's office.

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"A belt for inserting test tubes?"

Yang De looked up at He Ao, then reached out and searched the side, finding a grayish-white belt, which he tossed to He Ao, saying, "Here you go, be careful when you go in. If you die in there, no one will collect your bodies."

He smiled, thanked him, took the belt, went to the changing room to change into his combat uniform, and then returned to the lobby.

As soon as he returned, the commentator approached him, "Do you know why the camouflage on our combat uniforms is gray and white? Because most of the cities in the ruins are gray and white."

He ignored her and went to the side to choose a suitable weapon.

What's your number? I'm number 06.

The commentator followed He Ao around like a tagalong, showing him her life card.

He hadn't put his life card on his hand yet; he took it out of his combat uniform.

Before being worn, the small metal tag was semi-transparent and emitted a faint, hot aura.

It had a faint, easily overlooked serial number printed on it: 'Special-3001'.

“You’re 01, that’s amazing,” the commentator leaned over, “You actually managed to draw the first number.”

The Life Card was randomly assigned, and He Ao never expected to get 01.

He reached out and tied the Life Card to his wrist. As the Life Card touched his body, its color quickly changed to a pale milky white, and at the same time, a burning sensation arose in He Ao's heart.

It's a little uncomfortable, but I can get used to it.

"You feel hot too, don't you?" the commentator chuckled beside him.

"Whenever a living person holds this Life Card, they will feel its heat. When it is near a living person, it will turn milky white. If it is near an inanimate object, it will be translucent. If it is near something that is neither alive nor dead, or something that is not a 'human', it will show a different color."

He Ao glanced at her.

It must be said that the commentator does indeed know a lot of information.

Is this due to her ability? Or is she already engaged in related work?

However, He Ao only glanced at her before continuing to select weapons.

He selected two fine steel daggers and a fine steel short sword from the cold weapon section and carried them with him.

"Please pay attention to me."

The commentator cautiously leaned closer, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

She felt like a little simp chasing after her crush. He was always indifferent, so she slunk away. But he would occasionally pay attention to her and sometimes even perform a magic trick for her, which gave her a glimmer of hope that she could win his favor if she took things a step further.

It's like being stuck in this limbo, feeling incredibly uncomfortable.

He Ao was unaware that he had already been portrayed as a scumbag in the eyes of the commentator. He glanced at the commentator and said, "You can go find someone else."

As he spoke, he walked toward the area of ​​firearms.

I can always respond to other people's words when they strike up a conversation, but you're so distant with me. As the old saying goes, what you can't have is always the most alluring.

The commentator felt completely controlled by this man, and she moved closer again.

He Ao was testing the sights of a high-powered pistol at that moment.

Seeing the commentator approach, he didn't say anything, but casually loaded his pistol with bullets and put it into his combat uniform, and then found a few boxes of ammunition and put them in his pocket.

At this moment, the commentator opened her mouth, about to speak, when He Ao glanced at her, took out the coin she had drawn a smiley face on, and asked, "Want to see a magic trick?"

"Okay!"

The commentator nodded excitedly.

As usual, He Ao rolled up his sleeves, showing off his clean fingers and hands.

Then he grabbed the coin with his left hand, tossed it upwards, and then caught it in mid-air with his right hand.

"You definitely didn't throw it out with this hand."

The speaker pointed to his left hand.

He opened his left hand, which was empty, and then he opened his right hand, revealing a coin in his palm.

He actually tossed the coin out.

"Look carefully this time."

Then he raised his right hand and tossed it upwards.

The commentator followed his gaze upwards, but didn't see the coin fall for a long time.

"You definitely didn't throw it out this time."

She lowered her head and looked at He Ao with unwavering conviction.

He opened his right hand, but there was nothing there.

"In that hand."

The commentator immediately looked to his left.

He opened his left hand, but there was nothing there.

"Then where did you lose it?"

The commentator was somewhat bewildered.

He Ao smiled, took out a matchbox tightly bound with rubber bands from his pocket, and tossed it to her, "Open it and take a look."

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"What's inside when you open it up? It can't just be another small box, can it?"

The commentator reached out and pulled off the rubber band wrapped around the matchbox, pushing out the match drawer inside, revealing a small white cardboard box.

The commentator took out a small cardboard box, opened it, revealing a small cloth bag inside with its opening tied with a rubber band. She squeezed the small cloth bag and felt its round, hard texture.

"how did you do that?"

She glanced at He Ao in surprise, then opened the small cloth bag and took out the coin with a smiley face drawn on it.

"secret."

He Ao took back the matchbox and coins from her hand.

"You're just playing tricks," the commentator pouted. "I'm not playing with you anymore."

Then she turned and ran away.

He Ao smiled and shook his head, continuing to examine the firearms on the shelf.

This magic trick is actually very simple. First, it's a feint that draws the audience's attention to the right hand. In reality, before the right hand makes the throwing motion, He Ao has already tossed the coin from his right hand to his left hand.

Then he dropped the coin in his left hand into a flat plastic tube, one end of which was inserted deep into the matchbox and held in place by a cloth bag buckle secured with a rubber band. The coin would then fall directly into the bag through the tube.

This movement must be quick and unnoticed by the audience, so the gesture of drawing attention with the right hand is very important.

The rest is simple. When demonstrating, pull out the flat plastic tube, and the rubber band will automatically spring back to seal the small cloth bag. Then, when taking out the matchbox, discreetly push the rubber band on the matchbox back to its normal position.

It looks like a coin has been magically transformed into a matchbox.

He modified all of these props himself. There are ready-made props available online that would make the magic trick easier, but he certainly doesn't have the opportunity to buy them now, so he has to make them himself.

Magic props are very important to magicians because many slightly complex magic tricks require props to be performed. After all, these are just fake miracles, not real miracles.

He placed his hand on a light submachine gun and tested its mechanical sight.

At that moment, a small head peeked over and asked cautiously,

What kind of gun are you planning to take?

He glanced at her, said nothing, and continued to test the next gun.

"Are you angry?"

The commentator peered around him.

Then she held up two portable bags and said, "I went to get my own food rations, and I got one for you too."

The combat uniform had a buckle for attaching a carrying pouch. He Ao took the pouch, clipped it onto the buckle, and casually said, "Thank you."

"No need, no need, we're already so familiar with each other," the commentator chuckled. "Let me tell you, the flow of time inside the ruins is different from that in the real world, it's about one to twelve. That means if one day passes in the ruins, only two hours pass in the real world."

He Ao didn't stop, continuing his search for a suitable weapon. Zhang Anxia had told him about the different time flow between the ruins and the real world, but he hadn't specified the exact time difference, only saying that someone would inform him when he arrived at the destination.

However, the remarks brought about by the teacher

The news still made him pause for a moment to think.

The time flow rate in the instance world is approximately 24 to 1, while the time flow rate in the ruins is approximately 12 to 1.

It seems that the ruins are indeed not in the instance world, but their time flow is different from that of the main world. Does this mean that there is some kind of connection between the two?

"We'll be in the ruins world for three days, which is equivalent to six hours in the real world,"

Seeing that He Ao said thank you but then ignored her, the commentator continued to pry and say, "This food pack contains three days' worth of rations, but they're mostly compressed biscuits and solid energy bars. The only thing that tastes a little better is the three packs of self-heating food. The plants and animals in the ruins are not edible; there's a risk of contamination."

She paused for a moment, then said, "Wait a minute."

Then she ran away in a flash, while He Ao picked up a sniper rifle and examined it carefully.

“This,” came the voice of the sommelier in his ear. She was holding three large water jugs and handed them to He Ao. “There is water everywhere in the ruins. The water is drinkable, but it is important to bring your own water in order to avoid falling into the desert. Each of these three water jugs is filled with one and a half liters of water. You can throw them away when you’re done.”

"Thank you."

He Ao glanced at her, reached out and took the three water bottles, each with a shoulder strap so it could be worn over the shoulder.

He then continued adjusting the sniper rifle.