Life Dungeon Game

The last one is compartment number 7. This compartment is different from the other compartments. The other compartments have electronic locks that require card swipes, but this compartment is locked with a huge mechanical lock.

He Ao reached out and pushed the doors to numbers 6 and 5, but they were tightly shut.

Number four is the same.

He Ao glanced at the door card marked number three in his hand.

Does number three mean he was the third person to board the bus?

Are there people at positions one and two ahead of us?

He skipped over cubicle number three and walked straight to the door of cubicle number two, about to knock.

At that moment, a piercing alarm suddenly sounded. He looked up and saw a red light flashing incessantly on the small door at the end of the carriage.

Immediately afterwards, the attendant's voice echoed throughout the carriage.

"The train is about to enter the tunnel. Please return to your compartments. The train is about to enter the tunnel. Please return to your compartments."

A tunnel? Where would a tunnel come from in the middle of the ocean?

Or is the tunnel just a general term, actually referring to the vehicle's ability to traverse space?

He's Thinking Film

At that moment, he decided to follow the rules of this vehicle for now, go back to the compartment and take another look to see if there was anything else special about it.

If no one boards carriage number seven, which is locked by a mechanical lock, there are at least three empty seats in this carriage, and at least three more passengers can board.

Right now, this vehicle seems strangely 'normal.' Will it undergo some kind of transformation once all the passengers are on board?

If He Ao's true form were here, wielding the Miracle Wand, and relying on his super memory and martial arts, he could still try to have some fun.

The clone puppet should be observed further; its opportunities are limited, and its power should not be wasted prematurely.

This is, after all, a Grade B extraordinary item.

He Ao had witnessed the difference between Grade B and Grade C.

He calmed himself down, walked back to the door of cubicle number three, and placed the key card in his hand on the electronic lock.

With a soft 'beep', the lock was released, and He Ao pushed open the cubicle door.

The room was simply decorated, with an elegant single bed, a solid wood coffee table beside the bed, and a huge viewing window behind the coffee table, which was mostly covered by curtains at the moment.

On the other side of the coffee table was a small wardrobe with several empty wooden hangers, a clean and tidy silk robe, and a warm-looking leather robe.

The side of the wardrobe has a built-in shelf, on which some items are placed.

He Ao withdrew his gaze, stepping halfway into the cubicle while leaving the other half in the corridor, cautiously observing the situation inside and outside the cubicle.

The flight attendant did not stop him, but simply repeated the warning.

Through the viewing window in the corridor, He Ao saw that the fiery sunrise outside had ended, and bright light spread across the tranquil sea.

Soon, He Ao felt the sky and sea outside the window twitch; to be precise, the entire space outside the window twitch.

Immediately afterwards, the once calm sky darkened rapidly, and a twisted and eerie force coated the train windows.

He felt something lift his foot as he stepped on the corridor floor.

He looked down and saw the carpet in the entire corridor begin to undulate, as if a giant snake were writhing.

He looked up and saw that the black roof of the car was dented, as if something was wriggling and tearing.

The sinister power coating the car windows grew stronger and stronger, and the entire corridor seemed to be completely plunged into a man-eating darkness.

On the other side, the interior of the cubicle remained quiet, as if separated from the corridor into two different worlds. The huge viewing window gradually dimmed, just like entering a tunnel.

Is this compartment some kind of safe house?

Just before complete darkness descended, He Ao pulled his foot back and slammed the cubicle door shut.

The entire cubicle was pitch black.

He Ao reached out and pressed the switch inside the door. With a gentle press, the dim light gradually came on.

As the lights came on, he first walked to the viewing window at the far end of the cubicle and drew back the curtains.

There was nothing outside, only silent darkness.

He Ao glanced at the coffee table. There was a teapot, several exquisite crystal glasses, and a drawer underneath.

He opened the drawer, and inside was a folded card. When unfolded, the card was blank; there was nothing inside.

He casually tossed the card back into the drawer, then walked to the bedside and rummaged through the bed.

The bed was soft and predictably comfortable to sleep on, but there was nothing particularly special about it.

He Ao searched around for a while, and after confirming that he hadn't found anything, he got up from the bed, went to the wardrobe, and looked through both sets of pajamas.

Finally, he found a dried, flat leaf in the pocket of his leather pajamas, which looked just like the leaf bookmarks that Heo used to keep in his books during high school.

The leaves of this tree are slightly yellow, somewhat like mulberry leaves, but they are more upright and are entirely golden like ginkgo leaves.

He picked up the leaf and walked towards the shelf.

The items on the shelf were simple: an old, slightly yellowed notebook that looked like it had been used.

He Ao picked up the notebook and flipped through it.

The notebook was completely blank; there was no text inside.

He put the notebook back in its original place.

I turned my head to look at the cubicle door.

Only then did he notice that a round clock was embedded behind the cubicle door.

This clock is a bit peculiar. The hour hand points to 12, the minute hand points to 4, and the second hand is spinning rapidly, but it is not spinning clockwise.

The moving second and minute hands are both rotating counterclockwise.

This is a countdown.

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He Ao walked behind the door and looked at the countdown that was embedded in the door.

Does the minute hand being at '4' mean there are still twenty minutes left?

He spent about ten minutes searching for things, which means it took him thirty minutes to go through the 'tunnel'?

At this moment, He Ao noticed that the door to the cubicle was too close to the door frame, with almost no gap.

It's like they're stuck together.

He pondered for a moment, then placed his hand on the doorknob, twisted it, and pulled it inward.

The door remained completely still; there was no sound of the latch being turned or the door opening.

He Ao was like pulling a doorknob embedded in the wall.

He slowly increased his strength, and the puppet clone's physical attributes, which were as high as 590, were revealed at this moment, with clusters of muscles like writhing dragons bulging up along its arms.

The entire cubicle door and the partition wall connecting to it vibrated slightly.

Immediately afterwards, the entire door began to bend, as if it were being stretched out like a muscle contracting and relaxing.

It seems that Hooray's door is not made of steel, but rather has an inner wall made of flesh and blood.

As He Ao pulled the cubicle door more and more distorted, a twisting, writhing sound came from above He Ao's head.

The car roof that was looming over He Ao's head began to shrink gradually, and the floor beneath his feet began to ripple, as if it were about to slowly crack open.

A terrifying, chilling aura emanated from all directions, as if the next second, this cubicle would transform into a twisted, crazed monster, devouring and tearing He Ao apart.

The familiar oppressive feeling of a B-grade film.

Having taken down two B-rank individuals in the dungeon world, He Ao already had a fairly good understanding of the combat strength of B-rank individuals.

Although friends helped on both occasions, they wouldn't have helped without He Ao. Face is also a form of power, after all.

However, in the main world, it's not so easy for Heo to ask his friends for help.

If the train were to attack him with all its might, then this puppet clone would surely die.

Even so, he did not stop.

In a daze, the entire partition wall had been stretched to the point of tearing apart, and He Ao could vaguely see the distorted shadow of the corridor.

His physical strength was also nearly exhausted from the struggle with the wall.

With just a little more force, he could tear the entire partition wall open and enter the corridor.

At this moment, the cubicle he was in had almost completely lost its shape. All the walls were writhing and twisting, constantly moving closer to He Ao, trying to completely devour him.

Just as these twisted walls were about to touch Heo.

boom--

He released his grip.

The entire wall bounced back, as if a rewind button had been pressed, and everything in the room was rapidly rewinding. Almost instantly, the entire cubicle returned to its original state.

Tick-tick-tick-

The clock embedded in the cubicle door in front of He Ao was ticking as usual.

He turned around, and the pajamas in the closet still had the creases he had just rummaged through.

It was as if nothing had ever happened; the 'crisis' just now seemed to be He Ao's hallucination.

Sure enough, this train only operates according to the rules.

All extraordinary items have their own set of rules; only by meeting these rules can an extraordinary item be considered extraordinary.

Only then can the power of a product be utilized.

For example, the B-level miracle of the Miracle Wand requires Heo to kill six C-level miracles to fulfill a certain ritual rule.

From the moment he boarded the vehicle, He Ao realized that the Viñola operated according to certain specific rules.

The conductor waits for passengers to board, and passengers are assigned compartments once they board.