Life Dungeon Game

He Ao turned around and continued walking forward.

A vast and heavy shadow is enveloping the city, with countless dark tentacles reaching out from it to every corner of the city.

These tentacles pressed down on people's backs, making it hard for them to breathe.

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The blood-red sky enveloped everything in the world, and whispers echoed in He'ao's ears.

The mountains and dense forests that once existed have naturally disappeared, leaving only endless crimson in the world.

The piercing and insane babbling continued to echo, like swarms of frantic insects circling around Heo's ears, trying to burrow into them and into his brain.

He felt as if his body was falling into an endless abyss, and these whispers were pulling him, trying to drag him into eternal madness.

And vaguely, he sensed that there were other 'shadows' in this blood-red world, and that they were very close to him.

He was falling faster and faster.

Just as he was about to fall into the deepest part of the abyss, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The bright sunlight shone on He's cheeks.

This is a room in a chain budget hotel in the northern part of the city.

Most hotels in the Commonwealth require guests to provide their passport number or social security card number upon check-in to verify their identity.

While some require identity information, others do not.

Some chain hotels allow guests to check in without registering their identity, but require a high deposit.

The hotel where He Ao is currently staying is one such hotel.

He rolled over and sat up in bed, walked to the bathroom, turned on the cold water tap, scooped up a handful of water, and splashed it on his face.

Cold water can no longer cause He Ao's body to feel cold, but due to psychological factors, He Ao will still briefly wake up when water is splashed on his cheeks.

After entering the wilderness, he almost never closed his eyes to rest. He was either busy with promotions and secret medicines or hunting strange beasts.

Now that the problem of the secret medicine has been solved in the short term, he booked a hotel room last night and rested for a night.

Superhumans don't need sleep due to their physical abilities, but sleep helps the soul recover from fatigue, and...

Make yourself more like a human being.

The frantic whispers persisted even when He Ao opened his eyes, only now they were much quieter.

And whenever He Ao closes his eyes, the whispers immediately become noisy.

If it were someone else, they might have been driven mad by these whispers long ago.

As He Ao advanced, his affinity with this blood-red world grew stronger, and the whispers around him grew louder and louder, relentlessly pursuing him like a persistent affliction.

He Ao dried his face with a towel, changed his clothes, hung up his twin swords and mithril test tubes, moved the wardrobe blocking the doorway, and opened the door to his room.

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The old streets are bustling with traffic, and the fleeting glimmers of light are reflected on the dilapidated mirrors of the shops, creating a boundary between reality and illusion.

The young man, wearing a mask and a snow-white windproof jacket, looked up.

Above his head, a huge sign was shimmering with a faint light.

[Honest Crafts Shop]

This is the craft shop that sold the old sword to Nell at an extremely low price.

The last time Nell came, the store wasn't doing well, but there were still people browsing, and it was operating normally.

Just a few days later, the shop door was tightly locked with a large padlock.

There wasn't a single person inside the art shop.

However, the interior of the craft shop remained unchanged; the crafts and exhibits were still in their original positions.

This store will only be temporarily closed.

He Ao stepped forward, gently patted the shop door, and called out a few times, but there was no response from inside the shop.

It seems there really is no one left.

For some reason, He Ao always felt that this craft shop was a bit strange.

So before anything began, he made a point of coming back to investigate.

Neil acquired the old sword with extraordinary ease, as if someone had specifically sent it to him.

If we look at it from another angle, Nell's inspiration is high enough that he has a chance to trigger the 'divine revelation' hidden inside the old sword.

However, some things have different results for different people.

For He Ao, the whispers he heard in that mysterious realm were nothing more than a tickle; he could easily resist them and even leave freely.

For Nel in the past, such a 'tickling' could easily drive him mad. Even if he survived the disturbance of these delirious words and faced the dead god in the deepest part of the secret realm, he would still go crazy instantly.

If it weren't for Heo's arrival, in the future, Nel, wielding this old sword, would most likely have gone mad and become nourishment for that dead god.

From this perspective, the old sword is not a 'blessing' but a 'curse'.

However, He Ao used his slightly better resistance to withstand all the curses and managed to find a 'blessing' within them.

That's why He Ao thought of coming back to find this craft shop.

He wanted to know whether the craft shop owner had sold the old sword to Nell out of genuine kindness out of ignorance, or if he had ulterior motives.

The owner of the craft shop was not there. He Ao searched for a while but could not contact him. It seemed that the owner had vanished into thin air.

After thinking for a moment, He Ao went to another location that was related to the old sword.

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church middle school

Even in the darkest of lives, there are moments when the light shines.

Neil spent the happiest three years of his life at the church school.

Under the protection of his older siblings, he was carefree and only needed to focus on his studies.

He had excellent grades, and his teachers and classmates liked him very much. The priest also had high hopes for him.

Deep down, Nell did not want to doubt the priest, who held an important place in his few happy memories.

It was because of the priest's appreciation and affection that he was spared from being bullied at the church school.

However, the cross was given to Nell by the priest, and the craft shop owner sold Nell items related to the deceased god precisely because he saw that cross.

Heo infiltrated the church school and easily found the office of the priest who managed the school.

However, the face sitting in the office now was no longer the one Nell was familiar with, but a plump and kind priest.

He made inquiries at the school and learned that the priest had been transferred shortly after Nell graduated.

No one knows where he went. Over the years, the church school has had several priests, and the chubby priest in front of us is the third one.

The building was empty.

The old, kind priest seemed to have left nothing behind, nor did he seem to have given any black crosses to the other children.

He pulled the black cross from his chest.

Am I just being paranoid?

The fact that the two events—receiving the cross and purchasing the old sword—were four years apart seems like a coincidence.

But all of this is just too much of a coincidence.

However, the current situation is not beyond He Ao's expectations. He did not expect to obtain any particularly crucial information from these two places at first. The abnormality of the craft shop has, to some extent, confirmed his hypothesis.

After leaving the church high school, he found a few members of the Ice Wolf Gang and, through a 'warm and friendly' conversation, obtained the address of 'Eisen's' house, the one that the brown-haired youth had mentioned, where the gang had captured his older brother and sister.

The intricate web of power in Rock City forms a dense intricate network; pulling one end always reveals glimpses of the other side.

He Ao had a premonition that all these 'clues' could actually be connected.

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What scene is being filmed in the dimly lit lens?

This place seems to be a small 'city', with a not-so-high 'wall' standing in the distance.

Closer up, there were rows and rows of heads.

People were packed together in dense crowds.

These people had dark skin, and some had frostbite marks on their cheeks. They were dressed in drab gray work clothes, shoulder to shoulder, foot to foot, huddled together, moving forward.

Some people held up signs made of wooden boards with short, illegible phrases hastily painted on them in red paint.

[Refuse to cut wages]

We need a rest.

We need insurance

"Oppose salary cuts"

We need a day off!

People raised their fists, shouted, and yelled as they marched forward.

The camera then shifts to the front of the crowd.

There stood a tall, well-built man in a smart and neat suit.

He has delicate features and appears to be very polite.

The man stood on the high platform, looking down at the audience with a mocking expression.

Beneath him, security personnel in simple uniforms, holding riot shields and guns, surrounded the man.