Life Dungeon Game

The small truck drove into the night.

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A black sedan stopped in front of the now-empty Ice Wolf Gang headquarters building.

A middle-aged man, dressed in a neat suit and with a gentle face, stepped out of the car, leaning on a cane.

"mayor."

A small mech landed in the sky, and an officer-looking man jumped out of the cockpit. "General Rurank has been killed in action."

“Yes,” the mayor nodded gently, “General Frank sacrificed himself to protect the stability and peace of Rock City. I will erect a bronze statue of him in the city center square to forever remember his contributions to Rock City.”

Then he looked at the officer and said, “From now on, I’ll be in trouble with the city’s defense forces. Bandits are rampant these days, and the thugs from the miners’ mutual aid association are wantonly destroying the peace of the city. We need your help.”

The officer's face lit up with joy. In most cities of the Federation, the commanders of the city defense forces were nominated by the mayor and reviewed by the council.

As a northern border town, Rock City also has two divisions, namely the 107th Division and the 108th Division. Ruo Lank is the commander of the 107th Division and also serves as the chief of staff of Rock City.

In Rock City, there is no legion commander; the chief of staff is the highest-ranking commander of the city's defense forces.

In theory, after Frank's death, the Chief of Staff should be succeeded by the commander of the 108th Division, but the 108th Division was not entirely controlled by the mining consortium.

The officer was originally Frank's deputy, someone supported by the mining consortium. Now that Frank is dead, most of the council members are 'invested' by the mining consortium, and the mayor has made such a statement, so he has basically secured the position of the next chief of staff.

"Maintaining urban stability and protecting the safety of the mines are the inescapable responsibilities of the city's defense forces."

He said with righteous indignation.

"We are all working for the prosperity of Rock City."

The mayor smiled gently and nodded, his gaze fixed on the night sky ahead.

If Heo were there, he would be able to see, from the perspective of his super memory, two faint shadows outlined in the void, which looked somewhat like the Frank and Vincent that he had killed.

The two shadows stirred slightly, seemingly about to dissipate naturally, before being restrained by some force and falling into the mayor's palm.

The mayor and the military officer exchanged a few pleasantries before returning to their black sedan.

The car started and disappeared into the night.

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The small truck drove through a series of dark alleyways, heading north. The route was so complicated that even He Ao, who had lost his memory, couldn't quite recall it.

The actual route was probably not that complicated; the driver deliberately took a longer route to avoid being followed.

Even so, the truck was still going very fast, drifting through the alleys, and soon arrived at its destination, a small pharmacy with its lights still on.

Feeling a bit dizzy from the fast-moving car, He Ao helped his fourth brother up, looked up, and saw that the surrounding environment was extremely dilapidated, with old buildings standing everywhere.

The old building's once beautiful walls have been completely corroded, revealing pitted cement surfaces. The once exquisite glass windows are now rusty, and some windows in the rooms are completely broken and have been haphazardly covered with wooden boards.

"The houses here are mostly sixty or seventy years old, well past their designed lifespan, and are at risk of collapsing at any time,"

The middle-aged man, his body mangled and bloodied, was helped up by those around him who still had the strength. He looked at He Ao, who was gazing at the old buildings around them, and explained softly, "But the people living in these buildings can't afford to buy new houses, so they can only live here with difficulty. Some of them haven't even finished paying off their loans yet, and some tenants live in these buildings because the rent is cheap."

"Ah."

He Ao withdrew his gaze, and in that instant, he noticed that further inside the pharmacy, at the deepest part of the street, stood an old little church. The church doors were tightly closed, but the streetlights in front of them were faintly lit.

However, he didn't investigate further. He picked up his fourth brother and followed the burly men into the pharmacy.

It was only then that he realized that the driver who had been driving had only one hand, and the other hand was just a shoulder that was carelessly wrapped up and soaked with blood.

He Ao had been sitting on the roof of the car the whole time, in the driver's blind spot.

The group continued inwards.

The pharmacy wasn't large, but it was filled with a dazzling array of medicine cabinets, which were crammed with various unlabeled small medicine boxes. At the far end of the pharmacy, a thin man sat, using an induction cooker to brew some kind of medicine.

Hearing the footsteps, the man said without turning his head, "The aphrodisiac is on the table to the left when you come in. It's two hundred a bottle. Take one pill thirty minutes beforehand. My medicine is very effective. It can last all night. It can turn mud into granite. You'll want to do it again and again. Even the wildest dancers in Milani will beg for mercy after trying it."

"Cough cough."

The middle-aged man, his flesh mangled and bloody, glanced at He Ao and coughed slightly.

Neil was only eighteen years old; if he were to study, he could barely be considered a freshman in college.

Although he was already an adult and had just displayed his great power, the people around him still treated him as Ivo's younger brother, as a child.

First impressions often have a long-lasting impact on a person's judgment.

Hearing the cough, the man brewing the medicine turned around.

His face was thin, his hair short and messy, and he wore a somewhat worn white shirt, but his eyes were as bright and piercing as pearls in the night.

He glanced at the group of injured and disabled people, sighed, and slowly stood up. "Why is it you all again?"

I don't know why, Mr. He Ao

This tone feels somewhat familiar.

"You've used all the life-saving medicine I gave you?"

However, the pharmacist only sighed for a moment, and then began to check everyone's injuries one by one. "I can't fit so many people here. Once things have stabilized, let's all go to the church next door."

"Okay, okay, we've used them all."

The middle-aged man, his flesh mangled and bloody, hurriedly said.

"This life-saving medicine can only keep them alive, but whether they can be saved depends on their own luck,"

The pharmacist glanced at the few who were barely alive and shook his head slightly. "These ones are difficult to handle."

Then he stopped in front of Ivo, whose consciousness was completely blurred. "This one can still be saved."

Then he took out different kinds of medicine from the medicine cabinet, mixed them on the spot, and made them into a medicinal paste.

At this moment, Ivo was already in a daze and unable to swallow on his own, but it seemed that the pharmacist had not prepared any oral medication.

He pulled out a stand from somewhere, poured the medicine into a bottle of glucose solution, shook it to mix, and then put Ivo on an intravenous drip.

Then he turned around and went to attend to someone else without looking back.

"Doctor, my brother..."

He stood to the side, looked at Ivo, and then at the pharmacist.

"I am a pharmacist, not a doctor,"

The pharmacist looked up at He Ao. The young man in his eyes was somewhat immature, but he was covered in blood and exuded a ferocity and madness that was completely incompatible with his age. He lowered his head again and looked back at the patient in front of him. "I've done all I can. Whether Brother Ni can wake up or not depends on himself."

Heo found Ivo a chair, leaned against the corner, and waited quietly.

Ivo seemed to be trapped in some kind of nightmare, and even with medication, his life was slowly slipping away.

"Dad, Mom? Eldest brother? Second sister?!!! Fifth brother??? Don't go, don't go..."

Ivo suddenly gripped the armrest of the chair, veins bulging on the back of his hand. "Nell, Nell is still here, I can't, I can't leave!"

click -

The wooden chair armrests were pinched until cracks appeared. Ivo's body stiffened, then he let out a long breath, his body went limp, and he fell asleep again.

His life force gradually stabilized.

“Good luck,” the pharmacist said, walking around behind Heo. “This one wants to live.”

He looked up at him.

"Medicine can only save those who want to live," the pharmacist gestured, indicating that He Ao should look at the few who were on the verge of death, "but it can't save those who want to die."

In this house, there are many who have a blood feud with the Ice Wolf Gang and Vincent, but now only one person remains, all alone.

Now that Vincent is dead, the obsessions in these people's hearts have vanished, and there is nothing left for them to cherish in this world, nor is there any need for them to.

He Ao simply sighed softly and continued watching Ivo, whose breathing was gradually stabilizing.

"Extraordinary?"

However, the pharmacist seemed to have finished his work and had some free time. He looked at He Ao and asked softly.

“Yes,” He Ao nodded slightly, then asked, “You too?”

The pharmacist nodded, said nothing more, and went to treat the other wounded.

Looking at his retreating figure, He Ao seemed lost in thought.

The pharmacist seems to care a lot about the name "pharmacist," and his talent sequence may be related to pharmaceuticals.

Thinking about it this way

Roger doesn't seem to like being called a 'pharmacist' and prefers the title 'doctor', so his talent sequence may be related to 'doctor'.

Not all talent sequences are related to combat.

Not long after, an old man with gray hair and a wrinkled face, wearing old work clothes, arrived at the pharmacy. He led some of the injured who were in stable condition to the small church next door.

He Ao stared at the old man's face. He vaguely felt that the old man looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember who he looked like for a short time.

Since Ivo's condition had stabilized, Heo followed the old man to the church.

The church door was locked, but the old man used a key to open it.

The group entered the church, moved the chairs inside, and the old man went through the right side door, took out a simple mattress, and laid it out for everyone.

By the time everything settled down, it was already past 2 a.m.

Ivo's breathing gradually calmed down.

The pharmacist came, changed the dressing, treated Ivo's wound, and applied topical ointment.

Then he said that Ivo would wake up around eight or nine o'clock the next morning, so that Heo could make his own bed and rest.

In the stillness of the night, the moonlight shone like water.

The wounded in the church had mostly closed their eyes to rest, and the old man who had led Heo and the others into the church was dozing off in a chair at the very front of the church.

The old man was quite old, and his body was covered with dark age spots.

He Ao sat down next to the old man.