Life Dungeon Game

A long chapter of 6,000 words, it's almost the end of the month, please vote!

I overestimated myself, but the dungeon will be finished in the next couple of days, so I have to finish writing the extra chapters.

Chapter 487 It Shouldn't Be Like This (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

He Ao casually sliced ​​the monster that was rushing toward the elevator in two, and the gradually closing elevator doors concealed his face.

The elevator was not out of service; the lights on each floor gradually came on.

The elevator ascended at an unusually fast speed, finally slowing down just before reaching the top floor.

Ding--

The moment the elevator came to a complete stop, the elevator doors opened, and a light mist that had reached He Ao's calves filled the elevator.

He Ao stepped out of the elevator, and a vast garden, seemingly floating in the clouds, came into view.

Lush green low shrubs, delicate and beautiful flowers, and a winding path paved with scattered pebbles stretches deep into the garden.

The entire garden was filled with a light mist that reached above the ankles.

He Ao removed his homemade mask and walked along the path.

His white coat and overcoat were torn in the recent battle, and his entire body was stained with red and white blood.

He walked slowly, step by step, deeper into the garden.

The garden is filled with all kinds of flowers, red, yellow, white, blue, purple, orange, green, and indigo, all of which have opened their delicate petals and displayed their tender colors.

A bright red peony stretched out from the flowerbed, blocking the middle of the path. Its petals swayed in the breeze, like a swaying dancer dancing in the clouds.

However, it is not the season when peonies should be in full bloom.

He gazed at the swaying flower, his eyes lingering on the finger joint where only a small part of the stamen remained.

With a flash of silver light, the flower separated from its stem and fell to the ground.

The once vibrant flowers withered rapidly during their brief fall, leaving only decaying petals scattered on the ground.

It's like returning a life that didn't belong to it.

The outstretched flower stem, like an arm that had been electrocuted, instantly retracted into the flowerbed and disappeared into the flower bushes.

The evening breeze stirred up the mist on the ground, causing the colorful flowers to sway.

He ignored the swaying flowers and continued walking deeper into the garden.

The sound of flowing water reached his ears, and ahead, seemingly in the center of a garden, a small pond filled with white liquid came into view.

Beside the pond is a small hill made of piled stones. White spring water slowly gushes out from the cracks in the hill and falls into the pond below.

"The night is beautiful tonight, isn't it?"

A figure wearing a wool coat stood by the pond. He turned his head, which had been raised, to look at He Ao and gave him a smile.

He stood in the moonlight, appearing gentle and composed.

He Ao also looked up at the sky.

This is the closest place in the city to the sky. The fog that gradually covers the city and the dazzling city lights have not obscured the view here. Standing here, you can still see the brilliant stars and the vast moon.

"Should I address you as 'Doctor,' or," Heo turned his gaze to the figure before him, "Mr. Genos?"

"A name is just a label,"

Genos smiled, still carrying that scholarly air of someone who had studied medicine for many years and cultivated a refined character. He picked up a...

The decanter, filled with red wine, was gently swirled. Looking at He Ao, it asked, "Would you like a glass?"

He Ao glanced at him and sat down calmly.

He casually flicked his wrist, embedding the short sword into the concrete ground beside him, and then placed the still-burning cigarette on the edge of the table.

The stone table has two stools, and a wine glass is placed in front of each stool.

"Over the years, I've always kept a seat here, hoping that one day, someone will sit across from me and share this drink with me,"

Genos picked up a wine glass, slowly poured the red wine from the decanter into it, and handed it to Heo. "I originally thought that no one could possibly come here, but reality always surprises us."

He smiled and poured himself a glass of red wine.

He placed his wine glass on the table and looked at He Ao. "May I borrow your knife?"

He slammed the black bayonet onto the table and handed it to him.

Genos took the bayonet, extended a finger, and slashed his fingertip.

Bright red blood flowed from his fingertips, falling into the wine glass and splashing ripples, merging with the fiery liquor.

He put the bayonet back in its place, raised his wine glass, and gestured an invitation to Heo.

Then he brought the glass to his lips and took a small sip of red wine.

The other party was trying to prove to him that there was nothing wrong with the wine.

He Ao calmly watched his movements, then raised his glass to his lips.

He stood up.

This small table is situated in the best vantage point of the entire Qunxing Pharmaceutical Building, offering a panoramic view of the city's nightscape.

The city's neon lights were still shining, but they were shrouded in a hazy mist, their colors appearing blurry.

He looked around.

The cold wind from high above swept across their faces at the same time.

"After tonight, everyone will gain eternal life."

Genos held his wine glass, gazing at the billowing mist as if he were looking at a meticulously crafted work of art.

“I think,” He Ao downed his glass of red wine in one gulp, “that losing self-awareness, becoming a monster controlled by a higher being, and abandoning all one’s original hopes and understanding of ‘eternal life’ does not count as ‘eternal life’.”

"We can mummify the remains of the dead to preserve them permanently, and even control their movement with mechanical devices, but I cannot accept that a mummy that has lost its self-awareness is an immortal 'person'."

He placed the empty glass on the table. "Thank you for the wine, it was very good."

“They will not lose their self-awareness,” Genos smiled, looking at Heo. “The souls of everyone in this city will merge together, and we will become a new life, a great 'angel'.”

This "everyone" naturally includes He Ao.

“I don’t think our will will become the primary will of this newborn 'angel.' Rather than a fusion, it’s more accurate to say that we will become nourishment for this 'angel's' maturation.”

He shrugged. "That sounds worse than becoming a mummy."

He reached into the ground and pulled out the short sword, then lightly flicked the tip of the sword, and the cigarette on the table...

The head flew up and landed between his fingers.

He put the half-burnt cigarette back into his mouth.

“I actually have a question,” Genos looked at Heo’s face. “I’ve learned from FBI headquarters that the Dawn City FBI hasn’t assigned any missions that might be related to my plans, so are you really just a ‘resigned’ FBI agent?”

His eyes flickered with doubt. "Then why did you get involved? You were the one who killed Reid, weren't you? What was your purpose in targeting my plans and the research institute? Was it for some strange sense of 'justice'?"

Heo didn't answer immediately; he knew that Genos probably didn't mean that.

"Do you know," Genos continued, looking at Heo without speaking.

“Those ‘volunteers’ were already struggling to make ends meet. I gave them a lot of money to ‘buy’ their lives so they could survive and support their families. Without me, they might have starved to death on the streets long ago.”

“I sell the lives of the poor to the rich, and then extract a little ‘life’ as payment. The poor get money, the rich get lifespan, and I get ‘profit’. Everyone is happy.”

“For those poor people, they can’t survive anyway, and life is a completely superfluous thing. They sell these superfluous lives to the rich in exchange for money, which can help them and their families live for a while.”

He smiled at He Ao and said what he wanted to say, "Your self-righteous sense of justice may be cutting off their means of survival. After the research institute closes down, they will lose their source of income, be unable to pay rent, and be unable to buy food. They will only die on the streets sooner. You think you are helping them, but you are actually harming them."

"So, they were born poor, penniless, and burdened with enormous debts?" Heo calmly gazed at Genos's face, a thin wisp of smoke obscuring his features.

"Their destiny is to strive hard, create wealth for conglomerates, then be abandoned when they get sick and old, have all their assets wiped out by medical bills, become poor and penniless, even burdened with huge debts, and finally sell their lives to prolong the lives of those who control these conglomerates?"

Most of the money earned from selling their lives is used to pay off their debts, and this money eventually returns to the conglomerates.

No amount of hard work or struggle can change one's destiny. One spends one's life creating wealth for a conglomerate, only to be drained of life like garbage and die in an unknown alley.

He Ao picked up the bayonet on the table. "I don't have a sense of justice, I just simply feel..."

His gaze was fixed on Genos's face as he looked at him.

At this moment, his figure completely overlapped with that of the gaunt man who graduated from a prestigious university, struggled alone for decades, and finally walked into the research institute in despair, burdened with enormous debt.

"This federation, this city, shouldn't be like this."

Does Pete really know nothing?

When he saw the thick consent form and the hefty 'volunteer' compensation, he realized what he was about to face.

But he had no choice.

Pete is free; he is free to choose between death and despair.

Genos also stared at Heo's face, and a slow smile spread across his face—an uncontrollable, manic smile from the depths of his being.

"You're crazy."

He looked at He Ao as if he were a rare treasure. "I really want to see what you can bring to this world, provided, of course, that you get out of here alive."

He raised his hand, and a terrifying, distorted pressure descended upon the area in an instant. The small stone table suddenly shattered, and bright red wine splattered everywhere.

He Ao's body was caught off guard and pressed to the ground by this terrifying pressure. The powerful pressure was like a giant mountain pressing down on his back, making him unable to move at all.

Do you know why I let you up here?

Genos smiled calmly, "Because you can't change anything. In the face of angelic power, all resistance is futile."

The bracelet on his wrist vibrated slightly, and He Ao's fingers, which had been pressed apart, curled up and gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

Then the veins on his arms bulged, and he forced himself to arch his body slightly under the pressure.

Fine, dense wounds, torn open by the pressure, bloomed on his skin, oozing specks of bright red blood.

"energetic."

Genos calmly looked at Heo, took a sip of red wine, and said, "But it's over."