Life Dungeon Game

He vaguely sensed the presence of those desolate, lonely ruins, overrun by strange beasts.

He put down his cocktail and smiled.

There is only one thing that allows people to sense the existence of ruins in the main world, and that is the 'spacetime anchor point' that opens the ruins' passage.

As he guessed, the reason why Moonlight and the World Tree had not been able to find the spacetime anchor point for so long was that this time the spacetime anchor point was not fixed in a certain area or on a certain mystery, but was bound to itself by the god who was trying to descend through some means.

Although He Ao did not

We know why this god did this, but it's clear that obtaining the anchor point this time will be much more difficult than before.

As He Ao sensed the presence of the deity and the ruins, the dance on the stage seemed to be drawing to a close.

A series of illusory fragments were pieced together in the air to form a new, illusory dancer.

She took a step, her feet, encased in white stockings, striding across the void to stand before He Ao.

At this moment, in this area, it seems that there are two of her at the same time.

One dances on stage, painstakingly peeling away the illusory fragments from their body; the other is a phantom figure composed of these illusory fragments.

The flesh and blood bodies on the stage seem to be nothing more than useless shells that have been shed, while the illusory figures floating in the air are the life that remains after the shell has been removed.

Bright red streaks of blood spread across her still-dancing flesh and blood body. The light shone on her body, but her shadow could not be seen at her feet.

"Your strength has somewhat exceeded my expectations; your powerful soul shines as brightly as the sun."

The illusory figure floated in front of He Ao.

The vast gaze from the great being was ultimately blocked outside of time and space, but its dissipated power invaded reality and locked onto Heo's body.

In that instant, He Ao felt his body become stiff and unable to move. It wasn't that his ability to move was restricted, but rather that he was like a puppet, having lost the ability to move.

“You just had a chance to leave,” the illusory figure continued to approach Heo, “but you gave it up.”

"Your arrogance has given you the opportunity to join us,"

Her voice, a blend of huskiness and ethereal quality, possessed a wondrous beauty: "The great, mysterious shadow has descended upon us; join us, my friend."

She reached out her hand, as if to invite He Ao to reach out and grab her.

The twisted power began to try to invade He's soul. He felt his 'body' gradually becoming lighter, as if he was about to break free from that decaying flesh and transform into another kind of existence.

"The will of the gods cannot be defied. You will either become an eternal servant or a partner of ours. Your great power will be blessed by the gods and become even stronger."

The woman continued to reach out her hand to He Ao.

He Ao stared at the woman in front of him.

At this moment, he fully understood the purpose of the Shadow Transformation Club's 'invitation' to him.

They possessed a certain ability to observe souls and discovered that Heo was a very powerful superhuman.

So they tried to recruit him as one of their own.

Of course, judging from the fact that the divine power was still trying to erode his soul, this primitive sect did not seem to want Heo to retain his complete sanity.

The woman gave them two choices: either die and become a completely irrational henchman like the shadow, or become a servant who only obeys.

It was a brutal and arrogant approach, but it was indeed the fastest way to convert 'He'ao' into their fighting force.

The woman stared at He Ao, seemingly waiting for his reply.

But in reality, she doesn't need Heo's reply. The power of the gods will first try to transform this person into a servant. If the transformation fails, they will kill him directly and turn him into a henchman.

From the very beginning, He'ao had no choice. She simply liked to make her prey think that they had the right to choose, thereby distracting them and making it easier to erode them.

In fact, this was the first time she had captured such a powerful 'prey' as He Ao. As the erosion proceeded, in addition to nervousness, she also felt a sense of accomplishment.

The will of the gods cannot be defied. When the power of the gods descends, everything is over, and the prey before them can no longer resist.

At that moment, the biggest 'prey' she had ever caught slowly raised its head and smiled at her, "I choose option three."

The roaring train suddenly crashed through the old walls, waking people from their dreams.

The real show is just beginning.

Chapter 509 Stirring Up a Whirlpool (Mega Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

A train, seemingly from decades ago, crashed through the wall and struck the dancers still performing on stage, sending their blood-stained bodies flying.

The sudden intrusion shattered the silence. The huge black shadow on the ceiling seemed to lose some kind of balance and crashed to the ground, abruptly waking the audience who were immersed in the 'dance'.

They watched the scene unfold before them, seemingly in a daze, their eyes falling on the bright red figure that had been thrown away by the train.

"what!!!"

Suddenly, someone let out a piercing scream, waking everyone from their reverie.

The entire hall erupted into chaos instantly. The audience lost their minds and rushed in the opposite direction from the train, scrambling towards the small exit door.

The three under the moonlight also woke up leisurely at this moment.

They were calmer than the others, looking around at the jostling crowd with a sense of bewilderment.

The illusory figure that had been floating in front of He Ao was pulled back to its original body by the violent impact.

The components of any ritual are fragile, let alone the ritual constructed in this club, which itself appears quite crude.

Even minor accidents that disrupt the structure of a ritual or affect its officiant can destroy the very foundation upon which the ritual is built.

For example, the forced entry of the Verola.

In terms of occult knowledge, Heo believed he was better than most people in the main world.

Moreover, he himself has presided over several rituals to summon good friends, so he is quite familiar with these rituals related to gods and knows very well where these rituals are usually prone to problems.

As the woman's two figures merged again, the power that had descended upon the main world to try and corrupt his soul lost its anchor and began to fade away rapidly.

This is the result of a ceremony being forcibly interrupted due to the intervention of a powerful external force.

He Ao regained his freedom of movement. He glanced at the still somewhat bewildered Moonlight and the other two, then blended into the crowd and left the hall.

Next, the person standing in the center of the stage was no longer 'He Ao'.

The front door of the speeding Verola opened, and a young man wearing dark jeans and a brown short-sleeved shirt, with black-rimmed glasses, who looked honest and simple, jumped off the train.

After the young man jumped down, the speeding train did not stop, but crashed into the wall on the other side. The surrounding space began to writhe like jelly. The train's engine crashed directly into the wall, or rather, passed through the wall and disappeared into the space on the other side.

The entire train then swiftly swept across the space above the stage, appearing from one side and disappearing just as quickly from the other.

At this moment, the three of them, who were initially somewhat confused, finally came to their full senses. Their mental state was more stable than that of ordinary people, so they were not disturbed by the interruption of the ritual.

"Captain, what is this?"

A young man in the moonlight asked in confusion, his gaze following the rapidly moving train until only the tail section remained. "Is it some kind of eerie manifestation?"

The middle-aged man in the lead stared intently at the disappearing taillights of the car. His authority far surpassed that of the other two, and he knew more...

He opened his mouth, revealing information unknown to the other two, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Velocity".

At this moment, the footsteps controlling He Ao's clone had completely landed on the stage. Hearing this word, he turned around and glanced at the middle-aged man.

"A blasphemous monster!"

At that very moment, the waiter who had been quietly waiting in the corner suddenly rushed out with a dagger in his hand.

His body swept through the air at a speed almost imperceptible to a middle-aged man, the silver dagger aimed straight for He Ao's heart.

This unexpected and sudden attack was beyond the middle-aged man's expectations. The waiter's burst of power in a short period of time was even close to that of a C-level expert he had ever seen.

But just when he thought the young man on the stage was going to get hurt, he saw the young man slightly raise his hand and sweep it horizontally in the air.

The waiter who had leaped into the air paused for a moment, his body splitting in two right in front of the young man's face, blood splattering out with a faint green glow.

What kind of power could strike an enemy attacking at such terrifying speed with such ease, and instantly sever the enemy's body?

The middle-aged man's mouth dropped open. Although he knew some of the information, he had always thought that the news from the Central Plains was exaggerated. But now he realized that the news was not exaggerated, and had even been toned down.

Moreover, how did the other party manage to kill that waiter from such a distance? Was it some kind of invisible power?

Just as he was surprised, He Ao stepped back to the side, dodging the servant's flying limbs.

When dealing with objects flying head-on, it's better to swing the sword horizontally than vertically. When swinging horizontally, the field of vision is clearer and it won't affect movement. However, when swinging vertically, the arm and the sword can sometimes block the eyes and affect the field of vision.

He Ao's gaze lingered on the waiter for only a moment, then he gripped the Shadowless Sword in his hand, turned, and walked towards the depths of the stage.

The waiter was similar to the shadowy figure, having been forcibly upgraded from D-rank to pseudo-C-rank, and even weaker than the shadowy figure. For He Ao now, dealing with such an enemy was not troublesome.

The trouble was another one. He looked up at the woman he had knocked away.

This is a genuine C-grade vehicle.

A slight vibration emanated from the blade of the Shadowless Sword, invigorated by the blood of the extraordinary.

"The will of the gods cannot be defied."

The graceful woman slowly rose from the ground, and the bloody cracks on her body slowly closed up, turning her skin back into pure white skin. She was once again merging with her 'body'.

She looked up at He Ao as he approached, "No matter who you are, you have interrupted the gods' sacrifice and will be punished by them."

Her gaze toward He Ao burned with a fierce fire.

If it weren't for this person appearing before her, she would have already transformed that powerful C-rank into a servant of the gods, and she would have received a reward from the gods for this achievement.

Now, that reward is gone.

"Perhaps you should worry about yourself."

He Ao, carrying the Shadowless Sword, walked towards her step by step, his gaze fixed on the woman's body.

"what?"

The woman was startled and looked down.

The skin of my own hands.

The fair skin that had just closed up was torn open again, covered with twisted cracks.

These cracks carried an eerie aura, shrouded in a faint shadow, clinging to her body.

"what is this?"

She stood up in alarm.