Life Dungeon Game

Bright red blood flowed down the clean floor to everyone's feet.

Everyone stared blankly at He Ao; everything that had just happened had happened so fast that they hadn't even had time to react.

"Killed!"

I don’t know who shouted.

The doctors and nurses instantly snapped out of their daze and rushed towards the door in terror.

“Under federal law, this is unlawful detention and attempted murder. I have the right to defend myself…”

He Ao looked at everyone and tried to explain, but no one listened to him.

The doctors and nurses scrambled through the narrow doorway in terror.

These appear to be real doctors and nurses...

Those who just attacked were armed men dressed as nurses.

After a moment's thought, He Ao used his super memory ability to make a mark on the doctor.

So what kind of place is this? Is it an underground organ trafficking site?

No, that shouldn’t be the case.

In Pete's memory, he saw many ordinary people who looked like 'volunteers' emerge safely from the research institute.

Although they didn't smile, they weren't panicked either, as if the research institute was safe and there were no problems.

Moreover, some people had obviously been here many times and were very familiar with the front desk and staff.

If their organs had truly been forcibly removed, these people wouldn't be so composed.

This is one of the reasons that prompted Pete to sign the commitment letter.

Of course, it's also possible that those people were shills.

He Ao casually pulled off his coat, took a shirt from the rack next to him and put it on, then put his coat back on.

He moved quickly, putting on his clothes while walking forward rapidly.

As he walked past, the people in front of him pushed even more frantically to get out, and in no time, they were completely pushed out.

Someone pressed the alarm bell, and the entire operating room was instantly filled with blaring alarms.

The piercing alarm echoed in Heo's ears.

He Ao did not chase after her outside, but instead deactivated his hyper-memory and returned to the vicinity of the operating table.

The operating room was kept somewhat sterile, but it was clearly not thorough enough, which proves that the person behind the surgery didn't care much about the patient's life.

Next to the operating table were two silver metal boxes, both of which were now stained with blood.

A box was open, inside which were neatly stacked rows of electronic syringes.

He picked up a cigarette and glanced at the annotations on it.

The annotation was very simple, just a few words: 'General anesthetic injection'.

There was no brand logo or drug information; it looked like it had been dragged out of a pharmaceutical factory and given a random label.

General anesthesia is a very dangerous procedure. Even though the drugs in the dungeon world are exceptionally advanced and the procedure has been greatly simplified, there are still many deaths caused by general anesthesia.

Therefore, anesthesiologists are very important.

When undergoing surgery at a private hospital, the price of anesthesiologists is often one of the most expensive items on the bill.

And this 'operating room' hired someone who looked like a thug to be the anesthesiologist.

It seems that this 'research institute' truly doesn't care at all about the lives of the people lying on the operating table.

what

O opened another box.

The box was a refrigerator. As soon as He Ao opened it, a cold air rushed out, and then the contents of the box were revealed to him.

It was an oval-shaped silver metal container box, about eight centimeters long, four centimeters wide, and three or four centimeters thick.

He picked up the container and found that the silver metal that made up the box was very soft. It could be changed in shape with a little force, but after being changed in shape, it could be shaped quite well and would not spring back to its original shape.

The box did not have a lock.

He Ao reached out and opened the box, inside which lay a miniature 'kidney' only about half the size of a palm.

He Ao subconsciously touched his waist and abdomen.

There were no scars.

The kidneys are still there.

It shouldn't be his kidney.

He Ao quickly closed the box and put it back, the whole process was exceptionally fast.

There was only this one box in the box, and it looked like it was specially prepared for 'Pet'.

Or perhaps it was prepared for the volunteers who would 'come' to this operating room.

However, the box contained a refrigerated kidney that clearly did not belong to 'Pet'.

One possibility is that this kidney came from a previous person, was not removed, and remained here.

However, this is inconsistent with the rigorous procedures that the institute has followed since Pete entered. A fresh kidney has a very short shelf life and needs to be transferred as soon as possible.

Furthermore, if the research institute were to take Heo's or 'Pete's' kidney, they should have prepared another box to hold the kidney, but in reality, there was only one box here.

That would be another possibility...

The contents of this box are for 'Pete'.

The purpose of this surgery is not to cut off the kidney, but to give the 'volunteer' an extra kidney?

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Things are getting increasingly strange.

He Ao initially thought it was just an organ trafficking organization disguised as a research institute, but now it seems there's more to it than meets the eye.

After looking around and finding no new clues, He Ao found his smart bracelet, which had been removed, inside his coat and put it back on.

However, this smart bracelet has no signal here.

Just then, several fully armed security personnel wearing lightweight exoskeleton armor rushed in.

Each of them was carrying a small laser gun, and upon seeing He Ao, they opened fire without saying a word.

However, just as their fingers pulled the trigger, a phantom flashed past them.

Immediately afterwards, the security personnel standing at the innermost side heard the sound of a sharp metal dagger scraping against a metal sheath at their waist.

He watched as the phantom instantly drew the standard-issue short sword from his waist, followed by a flash of silver light.

He heard the sound of the metal neck brace being slashed by a sharp weapon.

The next second, his gaze quickly retreated and he saw his body, and then the man in the black coat standing next to him.

Bright red blood spurted out from the bowl-sized incision.

Immediately afterwards, the security personnel standing next to him followed in his footsteps, and objects encased in metal helmets fell to the metal ground with a crisp sound.

puff--

One by one, the corpses fell to the ground with a thud.

At that moment, He Ao had already walked past them, over their bodies.

The bright red blood splattered on his seemingly honest and simple face, creating a bizarre contrast.

At this moment, the silver corridor outside the door was already filled with fully armed security personnel.

Laser gun, Gauss pistol, lightweight exoskeleton armor

These security personnel are even better equipped than some FBI investigators.

Moreover, they stood tall and proud, naturally blocking the corridor from various angles and blocking He Ao's way.

They look like some kind of professional mercenary.

These mercenaries, equipped with gear, can even hold their own against F-level superhumans.

He looked at the fully armed mercenaries in front of him.

Thin streaks of bright red blood slid down the blade of the short knife in his hand.

Is this mission going to be this exciting right from the start?

He Ao activated his super memory, turned the blade of the short knife in his hand around, and made the blade face backward.

Tick

That was the sound of blood falling to the floor.

Without any hesitation, the mercenaries retreated instantly and opened fire.

Clearly, they were not green recruits who had never seen blood; they may even have fought against superhumans or alien beasts.

But they were still too slow.

The dazzling laser cannon struck the corridor, melting the solid metal into a fiery red liquid.

In that instant, a silver blade flashed through everyone, followed by a spray of blood onto their faces.

Bang, bang, bang—

Those were the sounds of mechanical armors falling and crashing to the ground.

The mercenary standing in the back row, holding a laser gun and aiming it at the sky, stared wide-eyed at the sight before him.

Bright red blood splattered across half of his face, while a hazy black shadow covered the other half.

In his brown pupils, the shadow grew larger and larger, getting closer and closer.

He tried to lower the muzzle of his gun and aim it at the man, but it was too late.

A blunted dagger pierced his left rib, tearing open his lung and piercing his heart.

He loosened his grip on the hilt, reached into the mercenary's waist, and pulled out his dagger.