Life Dungeon Game

There were roadblocks ahead and pursuers behind.

Given his physical condition, the fact that he managed to escape capture from both sides shows that this young man is a fairly competent hunter.

As the sounds behind him grew closer, the boy gritted his teeth, accelerated sharply, and gradually widened the distance between himself and the people behind him once again.

Before he could even rejoice, a massive figure suddenly shot out from behind him, overtaking his pursuers.

The figure fell behind the boy.

Before the running boy could react, he was grabbed by the shoulder and lifted up.

"Run, you still want to run? You little thing, you've got some skills."

At this moment, the tall figure was fully revealed. He was muscular, his right hand looked like a normal arm, while his left hand was a huge mechanical arm. He cursed and threw the boy on the ground like trash.

The boy winced in pain from the fall, struggling to his feet. "Please, don't take me back. If this continues, I'll really die."

“Die? Death isn’t that easy.” The tall man spat and laughed. “If you don’t want to go back to the factory, I’ll report to the city garrison and have them kick you out of the city because your visa has expired.”

"No, no! I'll die if I go back to the wilderness."

The boy seemed to recall something terrifying and tried to get up and run away, but the tall man stepped on him.

"You don't want a factory, you don't want the wilderness, you don't want the wilderness either, you little thing, you're not very big, but you're quite greedy, aren't you?"

The tall man chuckled and pulled an iron chain from his waist.

Just then, he spotted He Ao and two burly men standing not far ahead.

His gaze fell on the leather coat He Ao was wearing.

He then bound the boy tightly with iron chains, turned around and shouted, "I've caught him. I'm taking him back now. You guys go back first."

"it is good!"

A response came from afar, and the figures chasing them slowly stopped and began to walk back, seemingly because that direction was closer to where they were headed.

The tall man seemed to know this as well. At this moment, in this area, there was only him, the boy, the two strong men, and He Ao.

The bound boy also saw He Ao. He opened his mouth and shouted hoarsely, "Uncle, run!"

But before he could say anything more, the tall man threw him to the ground, where he fell and was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound.

At that moment, the tall man leaped out and landed behind He Ao in an instant.

He and the two burly men seemed to be old friends.

The burly man standing behind him stretched out his hand and made a five.

The tall man shook his head, held up both hands, and made a seven.

The burly man's expression darkened, but he still nodded slightly.

Throughout the entire exchange, He Ao remained calm and did not utter a single word.

The burly man who was close to him was somewhat intimidated by his calm gaze and hesitated for a moment.

The tall man standing near He Ao from behind saw this and sneered.

"What are you afraid of? My cybernetic body is D-rank. Even if you pull out all your trump cards, you still can't handle this wanderer? This guy is at most a D-rank. Do you think a C-rank big shot would drag things out with you for this long? Or is he some law-abiding wilderness boss who doesn't kill people indiscriminately?"

He spat and shouted, "Do it!"

"finished"

The bound boy opened his mouth; he had witnessed the cruelty of this tall man before.

There were many homeless people in the factory, and he beat them to death. Sometimes, he would even hang the escaped homeless people in the corridor and cut open their chests while they were still alive.

Looking at He Ao, who was still standing there motionless, the boy shouted in despair, "Uncle, run!"

The dim streetlights illuminated the profiles of pedestrians.

He Ao looked up at the boy and smiled at him.

A flash of silver sword light erupted in an instant, like cold moonlight illuminating the assailant's chest.

The bright red blood, like blooming roses, flowed along with the surging mechanical pulse.

The sword light pierced through the chests of the two burly men, then gently turned back, easily piercing through the sturdy mechanical prosthetics and their energy core.

Zila

That was the sound of runaway energy pulsating under the moonlight.

He Ao drew his short sword, took a few steps forward, and stood in front of the boy.

It all seemed both slow and fast.

In the blink of an eye, the boy saw the middle-aged man he had just been worried about walk out of the encirclement and stand in front of him.

The silver sword light severed the iron chains binding the boy in an instant.

Blazing flames exploded behind He Ao—the sound of the energy core exploding.

A huge mechanical arm flew out of the flames, rolled on the ground, and landed beside the boy.

He Ao sheathed his sword and calmly gazed at the boy.

"I ask, you answer."

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Chapter 295 Factory Escapee (Long Chapter, Please Add to Favorites, Subscribe, and Request Monthly Subscriptions)

"My parents are both dead... uh—"

The boy picked up a bottle of water and forced down the bread in his mouth with it. He glanced at He Ao and ate the bread in small bites.

They were sitting on the rooftop of a nearby factory, overlooking the brightly lit city.

"Our clan was attacked by a strange beast, the clan leader died, and everyone was scattered."

My parents, older brother, older sister, and I were traveling in an off-road vehicle to seek refuge at another homeless camp, but we were attacked by a strange beast on the way. We lost all our food supplies, and we walked all day on empty stomachs, and then…”

At this point, he froze, as if recalling something terrifying. He glanced at He Ao, paused for a moment, and said softly,

"Then we came across a large fallen tree that blocked the slightly flatter, passable road, and a car next to us was also stuck there."

Their car ran out of gas, so we shared some with them, and they shared some dry food with us. It was already very late that day, so we set up a makeshift camp nearby. When we were cooking dinner, they brought out some small, milky-white mushrooms.

Those mushrooms were incredibly fragrant, even more so than roasted and spiced meat. They sliced ​​the mushrooms, put them in the soup, and stewed them with the dried meat. It smelled like the most delicious thing in the world. My father, my older brother and sister, and the others drank the soup together.

But that day I had an upset stomach and couldn't digest the dried meat, so my father prepared a special bowl of nutritional supplements for me. My brother even showed off the soup to me that day.

But I always feel like something's not right.

When night fell, I got up to use the bathroom and saw my parents, brother, sister, and those other people outside.

They all stood together,”

As the boy spoke, his voice even trembled. He glanced at the bread in his hand and didn't take another bite. "Milk-white mushrooms grew from their cheeks, their arms, their necks, and their eye sockets, densely covering their bodies and even tearing their clothes."

They saw me, came over, and broke off a piece of mushroom from their bodies to give me.

The boy's body shrank slightly, and his voice trembled more and more. "They ran towards me, and milky white mushrooms fell to the ground one by one. New mushrooms grew from under their cracked skin, one or two, and more and more."

His eyes widened and his pupils contracted slightly. His body was agitated, and he gripped the bread tightly in his hand. It took him a while to recover.

He glanced at He Ao, let out a long sigh, and said...

"At that moment, I finally realized that it was the 'ghost mushroom' that the patriarch had mentioned at the family school."

Ghost mushrooms look just like regular mushrooms, but they have a special aroma that constantly attracts people and animals to eat them.

Then its spores will absorb the flesh and blood of the person or animal that ate it as nutrients, grow new ghost mushrooms, and use mycelium to drive the dead back to their colony, attracting more of its kind to eat it.

I know my parents and siblings are dead; the thing chasing me is just a ghost mushroom.

Manipulated corpses.

I managed to distract them, then got back into the SUV and drove it into the big tree.

Then I saw it,”

The boy looked ahead and said softly,

"Ghost mushrooms covering the mountains and fields."

Under the moonlight, they reflected a faint, milky white glow.

The land was covered with the bones of countless dead, but I didn’t find the bones scary at the time; I just thought the ghost mushrooms looked delicious.

Later, I bit my tongue to stimulate my mind, and then I floored the gas pedal and sped away from there.

I was driving really fast that day, and I don’t know how long I drove until the car ran out of gas. I stopped then, and the smell of crushed ghost mushrooms still lingered on the wheels.

Two wilderness hunters found me. I stopped them from eating the ghost mushrooms, and they said that as a token of their gratitude, they could take me to the city and find me a stable job.

I've never been inside the city; I only know that there are no strange beasts there.

The boy looked at He Ao, "Then I was brought to this factory."

What happened to the two wilderness hunters who brought you here?

He Ao asked casually.

The boy paused, then said slowly, "You just killed him."

He Ao was taken aback, then chuckled softly, and then asked in a low voice,

How do you work and live in the factory?

"After entering the factory, the factory managers will directly assign the newly arrived wilderness wanderers to the wilderness hunters or intermediaries who brought them, and then they will all enter a certain workshop."

There are one or two foremen in the workshop. They are usually members of the Wilderness Hunter team or gangsters hired by the intermediary. The factory is not responsible for management. They assign tasks to the foremen, and then the foremen arrange for us to do them.

If someone doesn't perform well, they'll be kicked at best, and whipped at worst.

If a mistake is made, the foreman will hang him up and beat him.

Basically, all our time is spent either sleeping or working. As for working hours, different people have different working hours; our workshop operates on a three-shift system.

The morning shift starts at 6:00 AM and ends at 10:00 PM. The afternoon shift is from 2:00 PM to 6:00 AM the next day, and the night shift is from 10:00 PM to 2:00 PM the next day.