Life Dungeon Game

He reached out and touched a bookshelf above his head.

On this bookshelf were some books that were both familiar and unfamiliar to him. The first one was titled "The Origin of the Great Storm".

He Ao did not pick up the book directly, but instead used his divine sense to scan the bookshelf.

Then he reached out, picked up the book "The Origin of the Great Storm," and placed it on the ground some distance away. In the process, he was once again subjected to the same pollution treatment he had suffered before.

However, having previous experience, he was much more skilled this time.

After weathering the pollution, He Ao turned his attention to the book following "The Origin of the Great Storm," "The Death Notes."

This book is also written in Denis script, a mystical script. The moment Heo opened the book, he felt as if he had come into contact with a great being in the hazy distance.

This great being has no physical form; it is like the clouds in the sky or the mist on the earth. It is formless and intangible, shrouded in a pitch-black silence, which seems to be its dwelling place, or perhaps it is itself.

The moment He Ao came into contact with this great being, he felt an extremely peculiar 'murmur' resounding in his mind.

This 'murmur' had no sound, yet it exuded a mysterious and sinister allure, tempting He'ao's soul and leading him to 'sleep peacefully' and fall into an eternal slumber.

He Ao did not react. He opened the book in his hand. Instead of slowly flipping through it, he activated his super memory and quickly flipped through it, memorizing all the contents of the book.

As these Denisian words entered his mind and formed concrete meanings, Heo felt the silent 'murmurs' echoing in his brain suddenly roar like a giant bell, occupying his entire brain.

In that instant, he felt his consciousness leaving his body and falling into boundless, forbidden darkness.

That is the realm of the gods, the end of all life.

At this final moment, He Ao suddenly gripped...

He gripped the hilt of his sword at his waist, slightly drew his short sword, and used the sharp blade to cut his finger.

The instant his finger was cut, a soft, rustling whisper rang in his ears, opposing the silent 'murmur' and waking him from the endless darkness.

The eyes, which had lost their luster, focused again.

"call--"

He Ao let out a breath, glanced at the wound on his finger, and sheathed his short sword.

As his consciousness returned to his body, He Ao glanced at the "Death Notes" in his hand and placed it on the ground some distance away.

In the world of dungeons, knowledge itself is tainted.

Reading the books of a particular deity can easily lead to a connection with that deity, resulting in being corrupted by the deity, losing one's life, or being transformed into a twisted monster.

However, He Ao wasn't worried; the more friends, the better.

He anticipated the possible consequences before reading the book, so he prepared for external support.

After absorbing enough power related to the God of War, the short sword has become almost inextricably linked to the God of War in terms of mysticism; it can be regarded in itself as a special kind of solidification ritual.

Therefore, He'ao can use the short sword to contact the God of War, using the God of War's corruption to counteract the corruption of other gods, cleverly achieving a balance and thus maintaining his sanity.

The contents of this book, "The Death Notes," are very simple. To be precise, it is not the notes of the Grim Reaper, but the notes left by a "wizard" who "pursued the truth of death."

Wizards are a self-designation of a group of people who pursued extraordinary truths during the Great Cataclysm. At that time, the world had no understanding of talent sequences and advancement paths. These 'wizards' accidentally mastered extraordinary powers and sought ways to advance in their exploratory journey.

Before the original Federation, many established paths to advancement for humanity came from these fearless truth seekers who repeatedly risked their lives to try and fail.

Since the establishment of the Federation, almost no one has called themselves a wizard anymore.

This notebook merely records some random thoughts and observations, and the 'wizard' who left behind the Death Notes probably lived in the era of great cataclysm before the original Federation.

His talent sequence is related to souls and the dead. His notes record his constant pursuit of the truth of death, his step-by-step exploration and trial and error, his advancement, and his gradual strengthening.

During this process, he deduced that a great being symbolizing death existed in this world, so he began to follow the clues to find this being.

The journal's final entry records that this 'wizard' encountered an indescribable, formless, and intangible 'black mist' devoid of any sound or light.

That concludes the entire journal.

However, judging from the title of this notebook and the pollution associated with it, the wizard must have finally gotten his wish and 'seen' Death.

He quickly opened the next book, "The Glorious Sanctuary".

This book is related to the Eternal Light, but only a small portion of it lacks context; most of the rest is missing. Nevertheless, he still encountered a wave of contamination from the Eternal Light.

Perhaps because this book's connection to Eternal Light is not as close as that of Death Notes to Death, and because most of its content is missing, the pollution is not as strong.

To be precise, compared to death

The pollution from God, the pollution from the eternal light, was nothing to Heo. It was just the level of the God of War's daily ramblings, far inferior to the 'greeting' ramblings of a good friend every time they meet.

This book, "The Radiant Sanctuary," was written by some sycophant, and it's mostly filled with praise for the eternal light. The only useful information it contains is that it introduces a hierarchy.

During the Great Cataclysm, A-level beings are called 'angels'. They are able to be close to the gods and possess seemingly endless long lives, walking on earth with the will of the gods.

It also mentions an interesting secret: 'angels' are inhuman; they are basically indescribable monsters, driven by gods.

Even if someone ascends from human to angel, they will quickly transform into an indescribable 'earth angel'.

This is an interesting secret, but He Ao has seen counterexamples to it.

The legion commander of Dawn City is an A-rank officer and has maintained his human form.

If the rules for superhumans haven't changed over the past few centuries, then it's because people in the era of the Great Cataclysm haven't figured out some of the specific rules.

He thought of the whispers that had appeared in his ear when he was promoted to C-level. Given the power difference between C-level and B-level, perhaps the 'contamination' and whispers received by B-level would be even stronger.

By the same token, perhaps those in Category A are not inhumane, but rather incapable of maintaining humanity.

The pollution and madness they face may far exceed those of the lower-level B and C classes. If they fail to fight back, they will mutate into indescribable 'earth angels'.

He Ao put the book he was holding on the ground some distance away.

If his guess is correct, perhaps there were also A-level beings with strong willpower who resisted the pollution and maintained their humanity during the Great Cataclysm. So where are these 'angels' now?

He then turned to the next book.

These books weren't very polluting, and they didn't contain anything particularly important. He flipped through a few of them and then threw them on the ground some distance away.

Then he looked at the bookshelf in front of him.

At this moment, the pollution level of this bookshelf is already very low.

This bookshelf looks ordinary; it simply contains a few books related to deities.

However, its interior is actually constructed with extraordinary materials to form a ritual array. If He Ao forcibly destroys the bookshelf, this array will activate the power of all the books on the bookshelf, guiding all the pollution to impact He Ao.

A little bit of contamination from other gods can help Heo protect his consciousness when fighting against the contamination from another god, like finding a rock to hold onto in a flood, cleverly using the rock's strength to withstand the turbulent current.

But with a whole host of messy pollutants coming at once, He Ao was about to face a chaotic mudslide.

Some people have used the "contamination" of the gods in these books to construct a "contamination barrier" through this bookshelf, preventing others from crossing it.

If these mixed pollutants were to actually be activated, even those classified as Class B could be severely damaged.

Even though He's soul has strong resistance to pollution, his body is still Nel's normal body. If he were hit by such a wave, he would be half-crippled, and then there would be no more events.

He Ao noticed that something was wrong with the bookshelf, although

He didn't have extensive knowledge of occultism to analyze the ritual array, but he could use his divine sense to observe the energy flow circuit of the array and thus guess its specific effects.

It does consume some spiritual energy, after all, this ritual formation seems to be quite mysterious.

The solution to this 'pollution barrier' is simple: remove the books from it one by one.

However, touching these contaminated books will cause contamination.

The mastermind behind it all designed an unsolvable trap. Whoever tries to break the trap will inevitably be contaminated, the only difference being whether the contamination is mixed or singular.

A typical C-rank game might not even be able to withstand "Radiant Sanctuary," let alone "The Origin of the Great Storm" or the even stronger "The Death Notes."

Even B-rank characters who manage to obtain "The Origin of the Great Storm" and "The Death Notes" will suffer some losses, with their combat power diminished.

However, this strategy had little effect on He Ao, as his resistance to divine corruption was slightly higher than that of ordinary people.

He also managed to get some free knowledge along the way.

After all, once you have the book in your hands, you're bound to get contaminated. Since you've already taken it, it would be a huge loss not to read it.

Although reading would expose him to additional pollution, it was still within He Ao's tolerance level.

With the help of hyper memory, reading doesn't take him long at all; he can memorize everything with just a glance using quantum reading.

Looking at the bookshelf in front of me.

He Ao gripped the short sword at his waist and drew it sharply.

In the instant the red light shone brightly, the board members who had been standing behind He Ao like wax figures suddenly turned around, their eyes fixed on He Ao's back.

Then they shot out like arrows, attacking He Ao fiercely to hinder his movements.

However, the red sword light encountered no obstruction.

The sharp sword light sliced ​​through the bodies of the board members, and under the cover of splattered blood, it cut through the huge bookshelves, the sharp blade easily cleaving the sturdy bookshelves in two.

As sword lights flashed, a small door was cut into the bookshelf in front of He Ao.

Then he pushed hard, and the 'small door' collapsed with a crash, revealing a huge, empty space in front of He Ao.

Therefore, given the size of this floor, there shouldn't be only one conference room.

He cut off the last attacking director and stepped into the space hidden behind the conference room.

This bookshelf must have some kind of puzzle that needs to be solved, but He Ao doesn't have time to solve it.

He even dealt with the senior executives by timing it perfectly, doing it casually while going upstairs.

Violence is not elegant, but it is very effective.

As He Ao entered, the first thing that caught his eye was a huge purple inverted triangle, with an open eye drawn in the center of the triangle.

The lines that make up this huge pattern are deep trenches, in which flows a liquid as red as blood.

These liquids were drawn together by an inexplicable force, flowing gently like a stream, with a faint purple glow floating above them.

At the very top of the design, and also at the furthest point from He'ao, a beautiful woman with her eyes covered by a black veil is sitting on the edge of a ditch.

Her white feet sank into the flowing crimson, swaying gently, her jade-like ankles and the red rope tied around them shimmering in the purple light.

Seemingly hearing He Ao's footsteps, she slowly lifted her foot and 'looked' at He Ao. Her long, gray-black hair swayed along her shoulders, and bright red liquid flowed down her glistening toes, over her beautiful arch, and into the flowing ditch.

She 'stared' at He Ao, her fiery red lips slightly parted.

Her face remained as calm as ever, but there was a hint of surprise in it.

"Truth watches over all its followers."