Life Dungeon Game

Her fair eyelids trembled slightly, then slowly opened, revealing eyes as bright as jewels.

"Dad, what's for breakfast...?"

She subconsciously got up and stretched.

Her voice trailed off as she looked around at the brightly lit hall.

She glanced at the sofa beneath her; she had fallen asleep right there on it last night.

When she was little, every time she fell asleep on the sofa, she would wake up in bed.

But she won't do it again.

She picked up the bracelet from the corner, unlocked the screen saver, stood up, and looked out at the unfamiliar city.

There was a new message on her bracelet, sent by her father.

"You see the wind outside the window, the flowing clouds, the sunlight on your fingertips, and the smiles on the faces of passersby."

"This very moment holds hope."

"I love you, my child."

The sounds of construction echoed from the distant buildings, while early risers outside hurried off to work, bread slices dangling from their mouths.

Everyone wore a faint smile, their eyes fixed on the bustling city under construction and the roads illuminated by lights.

That is the future, and that is hope.

Rapidly falling water droplets slid down the girl's cheek and landed on the sunlight on her fingertips.

That too was my father's life.

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Chapter 491 Blazing Flames (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

As the morning sunlight streamed through the clear glass windows, Nock opened his eyes in confusion, "Is this heaven?"

"This is hell."

A can of espresso was handed to him.

Nock turned his head and saw the forehead gleaming in the sunlight. He paused for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise, "Chief?"

He looked around and found himself in the FBI's lobby, surrounded by his colleagues who were slowly waking up.

Nurses in medical gowns were moving through the crowd, checking the bodies of those who had woken up.

He looked up and glanced at the sky outside the window.

The weather is great today, though the sunlight is a bit too bright.

"We survived?"

Nock was somewhat incredulous.

"Yes."

Thorin plopped down next to him, took out a can of espresso, opened it, and looked at the sunlight outside the window. "We survived."

As he spoke, he pointed to the cleaning robot that was now dormant next to him, "You should thank it. It was it that dragged you out of my office, otherwise I would be considering contacting your family right now."

"Huh?" Nock was taken aback. He looked at the cleaning robot, somewhat bewildered, and asked, "Cleaning robots now have this function? How does it determine that the fog intensity in your office is higher than in other places?"

“Of course it can’t tell,” Thorin chuckled, glancing at the silly boy beside him, “but humans can.”

Nock was startled, then realized the director was reminding him, "Pete!"

The other party forged traces of hacking at the time, and it is highly likely that they left some means to control the cleaning robot to save him.

He took out his bracelet, wanting to call that friend he had only met once but who had a profound influence on him, only to find that he didn't have the other person's contact information at all.

So he could only open his email and send a message to that private email address, asking about the other party's current situation and whether they had been affected by last night.

Thorin sat beside him, sipping his coffee and quietly waiting for him to finish sending the email.

At that moment, Nock suddenly realized another layer of meaning behind the director's words.

If he was rescued by Pete's robot, does that mean Pete was awake last night when everyone else was unconscious?

Then, considering what Pete had been investigating in secret...

Is Pete somehow connected to the fog last night?

It's even possible that they are the opposing side to the initiator of the fog.

Did he solve the fog?

He looked at Thorin and asked in a low voice, "Chief, what was that fog last night? How did it disappear?"

“I don’t know,” Thorin glanced at Nock and said slowly, “After hearing your alarm, FBI headquarters immediately sent support, but by the time they arrived, the fog had already disappeared.”

When will the support from headquarters arrive?

Nock cautiously pressed for an answer.

"Around three o'clock in the morning, they encountered a trap set by strange beasts on the road, which hindered their progress."

Thorin replied.

“Three in the morning,” Nock calculated the time; he had been unconscious around 12:50 a.m. “It seems the fog disappeared quite a while ago.”

Otherwise, by the time they get here, we'll all be dead.

He suddenly became somewhat listless, leaning to one side without saying a word.

He could understand why the headquarters' support was being blocked. Since the other side had activated such a city-wide phenomenon, they must have made preparations to deal with reinforcements.

But he still felt a little sad. If all he did by pressing the alarm was to summon a group of corpse collectors, then all his efforts at the time seemed to have been in vain.

"After you pressed the emergency evacuation button, the four city gates of Limen City were locked directly, closing the passage for the alien beasts to enter the city and avoiding the chaos and death that the alien beasts might cause if they entered the city."

"Meanwhile, the FBI and the city government's smart, unmanned emergency response vehicles went out on the streets to gather people who had collapsed and to provide basic treatment to those with chronic or sudden illnesses, who would not have survived the previous night without it."

Thorin glanced at Nok and said slowly, "You've saved many people."

"what?"

Nock paused for a moment after hearing this, then scratched his head awkwardly and smiled shyly, "I just did what I was supposed to do."

He thought for a moment, then continued, "Besides, since Pete controlled the robot here, even if I hadn't done it, he would have controlled the robot to press that button anyway..."

At that moment, Thorin suddenly asked softly, "Did he reply to you?"

Nock paused, picked up his bracelet and glanced at it, "Yes..."

He paused, then opened his email. "It was an automatic reply, and the content was... a cloud drive link."

He reached out and clicked on the link.

Information about the Fountain of Youth and the Mars Project was revealed.

"so···"

Thorin sat down beside him, glanced at the catalog, fell silent for a moment, and then continued, "Senator Genos died last night. Headquarters support discovered the sacrificial array of the Goddess of Life in the middle of the Star Pharmaceuticals building."

He slowly stood up and extended his hand to Nock. "Let's go."

"Ok?"

Nock looked up at the bureau chief in the sunlight.

“To uncover the truth,” Thorin said calmly. “It is our responsibility.”

-

Kaya City

Roger held a document in his hand and fell into a brief moment of thought.

These are the physiological data recorded by the instruments before Wei An woke up.

Ding--

A phone call broke his reverie.

He raised his wristband and saw Ike's image. He frowned slightly and answered the call. "Senior, I'm doing an experiment."

Ike knew that his junior brother didn't like to be disturbed when he was thinking, so he quickly said, "Roger, the Oracle."

...half an hour later...

Roger had completely put down the documents in his hand, his brows furrowing even more deeply. "Why would the goddess issue such a divine decree?"

"The 'brother' you recruited probably has a complicated background; he may have made some kind of deal with the goddess."

Ike hesitated for a moment before tentatively speaking.

Can mortals make deals with gods?

Roger pondered.

In a sense, sacrifice is also a kind of transaction, where objects or lives that the gods like are sacrificed in exchange for the gods' blessings or knowledge.

But with

Calling it a transaction is an understatement; it's more like a plea.

Because the initiative is never in the hands of the sacrificer, the gods decide whether to accept the sacrifice based on their own preferences.

The deities' corruption is omnipresent. From the moment of the sacrifice, many sacrifices begin, and the sacrificer becomes a puppet of the gods, making it extremely difficult to obtain any blessings or favors.

Not to mention asking the gods to do anything beyond offering sacrifices.

"No one has ever tried it before."

"Ike said softly from across the table."

The corruption of the goddess of life is very strong; most priests of the goddess of life will become fools who can only praise life at the very beginning of their sacrifice.

No one has ever been able to communicate with the goddess of life; most priests simply receive her messages unilaterally.