Life Dungeon Game

His footsteps were so light that they made no sound.

Tick-tock...tick-tock...

The remaining water droplets from the faucet fell into the basin in the washroom, making a soft sound.

Deep in the corridor were two rooms, both with their doors ajar.

The attraction was coming from the room on the left, and he slowly pushed open the door.

The furnishings here are very simple: a few seats and an altar with a cross on it.

This appears to be a small chapel for only a few people to worship.

There is a smaller chapel inside the main chapel.

Nesting nesting dolls inside nesting dolls.

Heo raised his head, looked across the chair, and gazed at the cross on the altar.

The attraction came from below and behind the cross.

However, there is a wall behind the cross.

He walked around the altar and went to the wall.

The cold moonlight shone through the dusty glass onto the ancient cross.

There should be no hidden space behind the wall; it's just a single wall.

Heo took two steps back, activated his super memory, and stared at the cross.

The cross itself is nothing special, it does not exhibit any extraordinary characteristics, and the attraction that drew Hoo did not emanate from the cross.

However, He noticed something else.

He shut down his super memory, stepped onto the altar, and walked to the cross.

The cross is about three meters high, and the crossbeam is nearly two meters high. Nell, who is over 1.8 meters tall, can reach out and touch the top of the crossbeam.

He Ao reached out and touched it, then withdrew his hand.

The surface of the beam is clean and free of dust.

The glass windows in this small chapel were covered in dust, and the floor was not very clean, obviously it hadn't been cleaned for a long time, but there was no obvious dust accumulation on the surface of the cross beam.

He stared at the vertical bar of the cross, where a thin sheet of metal seemed to be attached to its back.

After a moment's thought, Heo grabbed the vertical bar of the cross with one hand and the horizontal bar with the other, and lifted the cross up sharply.

This cross is not light; it weighs about three or four hundred pounds, and it's not easy for the average person to lift it.

click -

With a crisp sound, the cross seemed to be stuck on some mechanism, and Heo released his grip.

The cross has now been suspended in the air and is fixed to the metal plate behind it.

He grabbed the crossbeam and pulled down hard, turning the cross 180 degrees counterclockwise and making it upside down.

click -

The cross jammed again, and the altar beneath Heo's feet trembled.

He Ao jumped off the altar.

The absence of dust on the upper surface of the crossbeam indicates that the cross is frequently flipped over, with the upper surface becoming the lower surface, thus naturally preventing the dust from settling.

However, some people believe that placing the cross upside down is an act of abandoning salvation and a blasphemous act. In Rock, a city with a strong religious atmosphere, even if someone guesses that the cross is upside down, they dare not actually turn it upside down.

He'ao is different; He'ao is not religious.

Neil was not religious either.

When a person experiences a major setback, they either completely surrender to God's embrace.

Embrace, or completely turn away from God.

Neil belongs to the latter category.

However, this place of worship used a blasphemous symbol as the method to activate its mechanism...

The miners' mutual aid association didn't seem as simple as He Ao had imagined.

The altar beneath the cross slowly moved aside, revealing an inverted triangular opening, from which a deep staircase extended into the depths of the earth.

As He Ao gazed at the stairs, two 'factory'-shaped metal rods extended from the walls on either side of the staircase, resembling two handrails.

However, the handrail was a bit low. He Ao walked up to it and looked at the metal rod. The metal rod was concave in the middle, which seemed to form some kind of track. This track extended from the metal rod to the walls on both sides of the staircase and finally to the deepest part of the staircase.

He waited for a moment, but nothing changed at the cave entrance.

He thought for a moment, then stepped onto the stairs.

There were no lights at the top of the stairs, and the deepest part was pitch black. However, with the help of the moonlight, He Ao could barely make out the outermost section of the stairs.

He continued inside.

The moment his body completely disappeared into the dark stairwell, a slight tremor came, and the altar that had been moved was slowly moving back, sealing off all the light.

Just as the entire stairwell was plunged into darkness, a light suddenly shone above He Ao's head.

Then one by one, lights came on, extending all the way to the end of the staircase.

There was a bright red door there.

This deep staircase seems like a passage to hell, and behind that crimson door lies hell itself.

He looked back at the passage he had come from, and at the bottom of the altar, a dark red emblem was faintly visible.

It was an inverted triangle pattern with an open eye embedded in the center.

He didn't recognize the symbol, but based on his long-term experience with his friends, it should point to an evil god.

He turned around and continued down the stairs, soon arriving at the bright red door.

When Heo touched the door, he vaguely heard a sharp whistling sound in his ear, which seemed to be the lament of the dead.

The mournful cries echoed in He'ao's ears, recounting their fear of death and their longing for life.

However, they only muttered and did not dare to attack at close range.

He Ao activated his super memory, and in an instant, he noticed the vengeful spirits clinging to the door.

He turned his gaze to the vengeful spirits.

The vengeful spirit in the very center paused for a moment, then looked at He Ao, as if wondering if He Ao was looking at it.

It shifted its body slightly, and He Ao's gaze followed it.

Once it realized He Ao was watching it, it quickly scurried back into the doorway.

The buzzing noise in He's ears disappeared.

He smiled and shook his head, then naturally pushed open the bright red door.

What came into his view was not a dark cave, but an underground space with a clean floor and bright lights.

There was a slight musty smell in the air, but it wasn't strong.

The space wasn't large, and rows of bookshelves were arranged in a row.

This appears to be an underground library.

He Ao walked to the first bookshelf. On the side of the bookshelf was a label with the shelf number 'Z'.

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He Ao's gaze lingered briefly on the letter 'Z' before quickly shifting to the books on the bookshelf.

These books are not those whose titles begin with Z, but rather a collection of strange and unusual miscellaneous books.

The deep attraction emanated from the deepest part of the space, but He Ao did not continue forward. Instead, he stopped and glanced at the miscellaneous books on the bookshelves.

He picked up a book at random, flipped through "The Evolution of the Church of the God of Chaos," and then picked up another book, "The Dance Ritual of the Desire Witch - How to Maximize Your Partner's Desire," and flipped through it as well.

Then, he picked up a book called "The Church Structure of the God of Knowledge." Actually, he had seen the book as soon as he came in, but he didn't choose it immediately because being too hasty would reveal his true thoughts.

He Ao flipped through the book, which roughly described the Church of the God of Knowledge. Unlike conventional churches, the Church of the God of Knowledge was relatively loose, and the priests did not even know each other.

The God of Knowledge is quite selective in choosing priests, so there is often only one church of the God of Knowledge around several cities.

Correspondingly, the priests of each Church of the God of Knowledge are highly skilled in combat and possess various secret knowledge.

Unlike the strict selection of priests, the God of Knowledge is not picky about his believers. Even those who are not believers can obtain the knowledge they want by offering sacrifices to the God of Knowledge.

Of course, the prerequisite is to first communicate with the god of knowledge.

The book specifically mentions that communicating with the God of Knowledge has a high chance of failure; not every communication ritual can reach the God of Knowledge, and even if you do, He may ignore you.

The book then detailed methods for increasing the success rate of communication rituals with the God of Knowledge. He Ao glanced at it briefly and put the book back.

He doesn't really need methods to increase his success rate, given his close friendship with his good friend, who is always there for him whenever he needs help.

As He Ao put the book back on the shelf, his gaze swept over the shelf again without leaving a trace. Most of the books were about occult knowledge.

Finally, his gaze fell on a small, yellowed book, the title of which was "The First District Martial Arts Cultivation Examination".

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He picked up the book casually and flipped through it briefly.

The book was published in the year 275 of the Commonwealth calendar, approximately five hundred years ago.

This book is not an ancient book that has been preserved for five hundred years, but a photocopy of the original book.

The first page of the book is the preface, which is the author's own preface.

The author is a biology professor at Morning Light University.

He discovered a special 'training' method from the First District in the incomplete ancient books left by the former Federation, which was called 'Martial Arts'.

These ancient books recording martial arts all have serious deficiencies. At first, he thought that this method, like those ancient alchemical potions, was nonsense.