Life Dungeon Game

He Ao pondered for a moment, but his hands moved quickly. He pressed the elevator button, and the elevator ascended rapidly, soon reaching the twelfth floor.

Eisen's apartment, 1208, is located at the very end of the corridor, and the route passes by other residents on this floor.

As He Ao passed through each door, he was surprised to find that all the doors on this floor were either half-open or ajar.

Some doors were completely dark behind them, while others were lit but no one was around, and an eerie silence prevailed.

It was as if the owners of these houses had all rushed off to do something and were about to return.

He Ao's gaze swept across the doors. One family seemed to have just gotten married. Through the crack in the door, he could see the homeowner's brand-new wedding photo hanging on the wall.

He vaguely sensed that someone was watching him from the shadows, but he didn't pay any attention and went straight to the end.

The door at the end of the corridor was tightly closed.

He Ao looked up at the door number: 1208.

The golden doorplate reflected a faint crimson hue under the corridor lights.

thump -- thump -- thump --

He knocked on the door.

click -

A pale-faced man opened the door, one hand covering his right eye, the other pulling the door open. He said slowly, "Come in."

The room was dimly lit, and He Ao stepped over the threshold and went inside.

His gaze fell on the source of the dim light, a floor lamp with a dim yellow tint covered with a layer of red gauze.

boom--

The open door suddenly slammed shut.

The man who had been walking in front had somehow appeared behind He Ao. His hoarse voice slowly rang out, "There's a problem with the light at home, I haven't had time to change it yet. Would you like some coffee?"

Without waiting for He Ao's response, he slowly walked towards the kitchen.

He Ao stared at his back and noticed that his movements were somewhat uncoordinated. Normally, a person's body leads their head, but Eisen's steps looked as if his head and body were moving forward separately, only in sync.

He Ao's gaze swept across the room.

The entire house was decorated very simply, with only a sofa, a coffee table, and cabinets close to the wall.

All the walls were covered with rough, dark wallpaper that reflected uneven light.

He Ao reached out and touched the wall; it was somewhat damp.

He walked up to the only sofa.

The sofa was covered with all sorts of photos, each showing a person sitting on the sofa against a dimly lit background. All the photos shared a certain consistency.

Their photos only show the lower half of their bodies, while the heads have been cropped out.

These photos, consisting only of bodies, are stacked together as if they have merged into one.

"Here, have some coffee."

Eisen walked over, his right eye covered by a gauze, holding a cup of dim coffee in his hand, stirring it constantly with a small spoon.

He Ao looked up at him, but instead of taking the coffee, he held up his wristband and showed photos of his older brother and sister. "Have you met them?"

When Eisen saw the two photos, he paused noticeably, then said in a hoarse voice, "Come on, have some coffee. I'll tell you after you finish."

“Is it possible,” Heo tilted his head, looking at him calmly, “that I’m not negotiating with you?”

Eisen, who was holding the coffee, froze, and his hand, which was stirring the coffee, stopped halfway.

A drop of wet liquid landed on He Ao's cheek. He looked up and, under the dim light, saw a series of pained faces.

Where the chandelier once hung, now floated twisted and tormented heads, their empty eye sockets staring at He Ao.

Fresh blood dripped onto He Ao's cheek.

Among these people, He Ao saw the newlyweds from the wedding photo he had glimpsed earlier.

"Fix the light... fix the light..."

A hoarse murmur came from He Ao's ear, and Eisen, who had been pale, suddenly jumped up and threw the coffee in his hand at He Ao.

He leaped forward, dodging the splashed coffee. A strong smell of blood wafted over him; the coffee seemed to be mixed with blood.

However, the aroma seemed to permeate not only the coffee but also the entire room.

The air was thick with a strong smell.

"Fix the light... fix the light..."

Eisen's head rolled off his body and floated in the air. The gauze over his right eye fell off, revealing an empty eye socket.

"Fix the light... fix the light..."

The tormented heads hanging from the ceiling also screamed, their cries carrying a kind of insane babbling that invaded Heo's mind.

Eisen's headless body produced two small knives from somewhere and rushed towards He Ao, the knives aimed at He Ao's heart.

His feet were firmly attached to the ground, as if he had become one with the entire house.

The surrounding walls began to writhe violently.

The rough wallpaper that He Ao had just touched seemed not to be wallpaper, but some kind of flesh and blood wall. The cabinets that were pressed against the wall were writhing and turned into tentacles.

The entire house seemed to have transformed into the body of some kind of monster, and He Ao was now inside that monster.

"Fix the light... fix the light..."

Violent babbling echoed through the space, and the eyeless heads hanging above He Ao opened their mouths and lunged at him.

He Ao flashed to the other side, and only then did he realize that those heads were not floating in the air, but were suspended and controlled by lines.

The same goes for Eisen's head.

Just then, a hand suddenly reached out from the writhing wall and grabbed his shoulder. Immediately afterwards, more and more arms reached out from the wall, densely packed and grabbing at He Ao.

He stepped forward, dodging the arms, and looked up at the countless heads attacking from the sky.

All the threads suspending the heads were connected to the chandelier in the center of the ceiling, which was the only thing in the entire room that was against the wall but hadn't turned into flesh and blood.

He gripped the two swords in his hands, leaped, and landed on the heads, flying to the rooftop.

He plunged one sword diagonally into the flesh of the ceiling to stabilize his body, and with the other sword, he cleaved open the chandelier. As the plastic cover was split open, a heart, wriggling and beating like a light bulb, appeared in He Ao's field of vision.

As Heo gazed at the heart, the whispers around him intensified instantly.

A distorted face appeared above the heart—it was Eisen's face. He stared at Heo hanging from the ceiling, muttering, "Fix the light... fix the light..."

"crazy?"

He Ao's brow twitched.

That's true, it would be strange if someone didn't go crazy in this situation.

He activated his super memory, and from his super memory's perspective, countless distorted phantoms gathered behind this heart.

Those were the people who were killed in this house.

Not only were there Eisen's neighbors, but also some gang members who looked very strong and seemed to be from the Ice Wolf gang who came looking for Eisen.

Eisen's phantom was also mixed in.

Once everyone entered the room, they never came out again.

This kind of mental illness should be curable.

After a moment's thought, Heo severed the head that was rushing towards him while simultaneously activating the power of his super memory.

Mental interference can affect the soul.

The massive impact tore Eisen's fragmented soul apart from the chaotic phantom.

The face on the heart regained its composure in an instant. He looked at He Ao and said in a panic, "Help!"

I... I want to live...

He Ao raised his bracelet and showed the photos of his eldest brother and second sister again. "Do you recognize these two people?"

“I know them,” the face on the heart said, trembling. “The boss ordered me to capture them and interrogate them about the whereabouts of something important.”

"And then?" He Ao casually cleaved off a flying head, calmly staring at him. "Tell the truth."

"After that..." The Heart stared at He Ao's blood-stained face, feeling that He Ao was more terrifying than himself, this crazed monster. He said in a trembling voice, "We interrogated them for a long time, but we couldn't get anything out of them. The boss then ordered us to dispose of them..."

He Ao's grip on the short sword tightened suddenly.

"Please, save me, save me, I don't want to die... I want to live..."

The chaotic soul began to tear at Eisen's soul once more, and his cheeks gradually contorted in pain.

"My eldest brother and second sister also want to live."

He Ao gripped the sword in his hand and pierced the writhing heart with a single stroke. A torrent of blood splattered out, covering his body.

The entire room began to tremble violently, and the writhing flesh began to lose control.

He pulled the sword from the ceiling, landed on the ground, cleaved through the chaotic, writhing flesh, and left the room.

That feeling of being watched came again. He Ao turned around and saw the half-open door of room 1206 next to room 1208 being slowly pulled open.

A boy in white pajamas peeked out, cautiously watching He Ao. He was holding a seemingly broken, old nightlight in his hand.

"Brother, is that monster dead?"

"Those inside are dead,"

He Ao turned around, not looking at the boy, and seemed to be continuing to walk towards the elevator.

"That's it."

The boy lowered his head, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Two fleshy tentacles covered in eyes slowly extended from his back and suddenly attacked forward.

Just then, a sharp pain shot through his chest as a blood-stained sword tip pierced through his chest.

"Those outside are dead too."

He Ao drew his short sword, tucked it back into his waistband, and the expression on the boy's face froze. He leaned forward and fell to the ground.