Life Dungeon Game

He hadn't actually mastered his 'martial artist' talent sequence to its fullest potential, but he had no choice but to try to advance at this point.

If he fails to advance, the only outcome for everyone in the camp, including him, will be death.

Everyone in the camp understood their fate, and they knew why their leader had left.

Oppression and despair pervade this place.

That's why they cheered so loudly when He Ao returned alive and well.

Heo carried the body around the entire camp, just as Ronald's father had done years before.

Everyone in the camp watched his footsteps. Many people did not cheer. They just watched quietly as He Ao carried the corpse past, their eyes filled with tears.

The flickering flames were reflected in her glistening eyes.

Everyone standing here has a relative who died at the hands of the Bitter Ape, more or less.

Now that their great revenge has been achieved, they feel not only joy, but also relief and sorrow.

As He Ao walked by, a soft sob could be heard behind him.

At first, there were only one or two sounds, but they gradually spread and became a continuous stream of sounds.

Finally, Heo walked around and returned to the very center of the camp.

He threw the bitter ape to the ground, raised his curved knife, cut open the ape's chest, and took out its heart.

Ronald's father once told him that the ape's extraordinary power was concentrated in its heart.

Someone immediately took out one

A silver mithril box was opened and handed over.

He Ao put the bitter ape's heart into the box.

Theoretically speaking, the core of such a powerful C-level alien beast can be used as the main ingredient in a certain C-level talent sequence elixir.

However, no one in the camp knew which talent sequence the Bitter Ape corresponded to, nor did they know the recipe for the related secret medicine.

Therefore, we can only store this heart for the time being. This heart itself also possesses extraordinary power and can be considered an extraordinary item, but its power is not yet stable and we need to wait for a while.

In fact, if the corpse of the bitter ape is left unattended, the extraordinary power within it will gradually combine with other dead objects to form some kind of unique extraordinary item.

After dealing with the ape's corpse, He Ao put down his scimitar.

"leader."

A young man with a scar across his face walked over.

This is Ronaldo's current second-in-command, named Wade. He is currently the strongest person in the camp besides Ronaldo. He has chosen the same talent sequence path as Ronaldo and is now an E-level 'fighter'.

How much food is left in the camp?

He asked softly.

"The dry rations will last for two or three days. We have some dried meat and we also caught some pheasants."

Wade replied.

"Any more wine?"

"There are still two barrels left, stored in the supply truck in the middle; the rest were lost on the way."

“Hmm,” He Ao pondered for a moment and said softly, “On my way back, I hunted some wild deer, and they’re piled up outside the wooden wall. Find a few people to move the deer inside, and then open those two barrels of wine. Let’s prepare a party tonight.”

He paused for a moment, then added, "Don't waste those rations."

"it is good."

Wade nodded slightly.

Then He Ao looked at the crowd around him, raised his hand high, and said, "Let's celebrate tonight!"

"Oh!!!! Long live the leader!!!"

The crowd erupted in cheers once again.

The camp hadn't had a celebration party in a long time, and people needed to release their stress; a string that had been taut for so long could easily snap.

Following He's instructions, people busied themselves building campfires and moving deer carcasses from outside the wooden walls. Laughter and cheerful voices gradually filled the once oppressive camp.

He Ao slowly backed up and leaned against the wheel of the SUV behind him.

"leader,"

A girl with dark skin, wearing a red leather skirt, rushed over from the side, holding a grilled chicken leg in her hand. "Do you want a chicken leg?"

The girl's name was Penny. Her parents died during their migration in an attack by apes.

After her parents died, Ronald took her in and raised her as a younger sister.

However, she has great talent. Although she is only sixteen years old, she is already an E-level superhuman, and her talent is even better than Ronald's.

"No need," He Ao smiled and shook his head, "I'm going to take a nap..."

"what?!"

Penny was startled and quickly grabbed Heo's shoulders and shook him, "Chief, don't fall asleep, or you'll never wake up again."

He Ao was quite sleepy, but she almost shook him awake.

He brushed Penny's hand away. "It's okay, I'm fine. I'm just a little tired. I'll sleep for a while. If we encounter any danger later, remember to wake me up."

"Chief, are you really alright?"

Penny looked at He Ao with suspicion.

“It’s nothing,” He Ao said with a smile, shaking his head. “I just advanced, how could anything happen to me?”

The people sitting around the campfire had already begun singing ancient and cheerful tunes.

"There is an army, its glory shining brightly, marching across the desolate land."

They ventured deep into the forest, cutting through the thorns, waiting for the light of dawn to shine upon them.

"Young soldiers, don't panic, the supply convoy is coming soon!"

"Bring us sugar, gasoline, and muskets."

"Young soldiers, do not panic, the supply truck's horn is sounding!"

"We'll go home after we've fired all these bullets."

"Young soldiers, do not panic..."

This is a piece of music that has been widely circulated among wanderers for a very long time.

Listening to the people singing, He Ao slowly leaned back, a wave of intense fatigue washing over him.

It is a cheerful children's song, and only a cheerful children's song.

The wanderers never received any supplies.

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Chapter 283 Entering the City (Please add to your favorites, subscribe, and vote with monthly tickets)

When He Ao woke up again, he found himself lying on a stretcher, surrounded by tent fabric that swayed gently in the wind.

This is his own tent.

He pulled back the small curtain next to the tent, and the blinding light instantly enveloped his eyes.

Judging from the sun, it must be one or two o'clock in the afternoon now.

As a seasoned hunter, learning to determine approximate time by relying on sunlight and the position of the sun is a fundamental skill.

He was still wearing the same tattered clothes from yesterday. Among the more than one hundred people in the camp, there were only one or two doctors who knew a little about typhoid fever and colds.

Therefore, they dared not touch He Ao's wound, for fear of causing any accidents.

In fact, the camp used to have several doctors who could perform surgery, but they were all scattered during the attacks by the bitter apes.

In such a dangerous wilderness, they might not be able to survive.

He Ao sat up in bed and touched his wound.

The wound from last night had scabbed over, with large chunks of blood clots adhering to his skin and clothes.

With a gentle tear, He Ao removed a large piece of bright red scab, revealing the delicate skin underneath.

The recovery time this time seems to be shorter than the previous ones; I wonder if it's because of the promotion.

He Ao grabbed the edge of the clothes and slowly applied force.

With a series of soft sounds, his entire garment, along with the scabs that had formed on it, was slowly torn off, revealing his strong muscles and capable arms.

He Ao tossed aside his clothes, which were covered in blood scabs, tore off his pants, found a pair of shorts in the tent, put them on, and got out of the car.

The midday sun was blinding, and some surviving children were trying to spearfish on the riverbank.

He found a sharpened stick nearby, jumped into the river, and while washing off the remaining bloodstains on his body, he plunged the stick into the water.

Before long, he had stuck a whole stick of fish in the water, and then he slowly floated out of the river, passing by the group of children.

"leader?!"

Penny was spearfishing among the children when she raised her spear and excitedly shouted to Heo.

"Ah."

He Ao nodded slightly to her, casually stuck the harpoon in his hand, which was full of fish, into the ground, set it up, and then walked back to his tent.

"Wow!!!"

Behind me came the chatter of a group of children and Penny surrounding the harpoon.

After returning to the tent, He Ao dried himself off and casually grabbed a loose-fitting leather coat to put on.

It's February now, still winter, but the temperature isn't that low anymore.

Of course, given He Ao's current physical condition, he doesn't need to keep warm; he's wearing a leather coat mainly for style.

A leader must always maintain mental and physical well-being so that he can provide support to people in dire straits.