Life Dungeon Game

He Ao, carrying his sword, walked forward step by step.

The sign at the T-junction was lit by a faint green light, pointing to the left and right.

The image on the right appears to be a bathroom, with a broken light that flickers constantly, while the image on the left is a staircase that emits a faint glow.

In Ruodan, these old-fashioned five-story buildings do not have elevators; you can only go up the stairs.

He Ao crossed the intersection and headed towards

Go to the left.

The entire corridor was unusually quiet, without the slightest sound, with open offices on both sides.

He Ao's gaze swept across the room, where the desks, chairs, and equipment had been moved aside, leaving a large empty space in the middle.

A faint green glow flickered intermittently in the room.

It looks like some kind of unfinished ritual magic circle.

He Ao withdrew his gaze and continued forward.

The entire corridor was eerily quiet; not even one of those twisted monsters from the courtyard appeared.

Soon, He Ao saw the outline of the stairs ahead, which were shrouded in complete darkness, like an invisible wall that did not allow anyone to enter.

He Ao used his divine sense to glance at the staircase. Streams of energy flowed in the shadows of the staircase, forming a peculiar sealing structure.

Forcing your way in might come at a price.

tick-

Just as He Ao was thinking, a crisp voice rang out behind him.

He stopped, turned around, and looked behind him. Drops of liquid with a green glow were constantly dripping onto the clean floor.

He raised his head.

In the dark shadows of the ceiling, a twisted head slowly drooped down.

This head has no eyes; his eyes are just empty sockets.

When He Ao looked up, he was already so close to He Ao that he was only a fist away from touching the top of He Ao's head.

He looked at Heo, his chapped lips parted to reveal a terrifying smile.

Bathed in this green light, it appeared terrifyingly eerie.

With just that one smile, he seemed capable of scaring some people with weak mental fortitude to faint.

Faced with such a terrifying smile, He Ao merely cracked a smile at the corner of his mouth, responding to the head hanging from the ceiling with a smile in return.

In that instant, a sense of fear spread through the monster on the ceiling, as if the humanoid creature before it was a monster even more insane and terrifying than itself.

But fate did not give him time to be afraid.

The white bone sword had already touched his twisted body hidden in the shadows, then pulled sharply, and in a fit of intense pain, he lost consciousness.

He took two steps back, staring at the body that had fallen from the ceiling.

These bodies had long lost their human form; their arms were twisted and dense like bushes, their palms clutching pieces of flesh stained with faint green blood.

That seems to be its paintbrush.

And those unfinished ritual formations in the open offices are its 'masterpieces'.

It seems this person is a 'painter'.

He Ao withdrew his gaze and walked to the stairs leading upstairs.

As the monster died, the shadow that had shrouded the staircase gradually dissipated, revealing green lights and the steps below.

Just as He Ao guessed, this monster was some kind of special power node. Destroying this power node would weaken the power surrounding the stairs.

He stepped onto the stairs leading upstairs.

The surrounding shadows stirred and frantically converged towards him.

These shadows clung to his body, attempting to erode his flesh. He mobilized his body's energy to repel and block these shadows.

Beyond the body, continue forward.

It seems that this primitive church did not obtain much divine power, so it could only place it in some key positions and use certain 'believers' as power nodes to maintain the overall structure of the divine power.

He Ao quickly arrived at the second floor.

A thick shadow still loomed over the staircase from the second to the third floor, and it was even more stable and intense than the shadow on the first floor.

Multi-core...

He Ao entered the second-floor corridor.

The decoration on the second floor is different from that on the first floor. The first floor consists of large offices, but there aren't many rooms, and each office is crowded with many small desks.

The second floor houses even more small offices, with doors lined up densely along the corridor.

It seems that the World Tree's Ruodan branch may have other disguised identities. Such a densely packed personnel configuration is still too cumbersome for a professional intelligence agency that needs to conceal itself.

Perhaps there was a sign in the courtyard just now, but the shadow was too heavy and swallowed up everything else in the courtyard.

He Ao continued forward, looking at the office signs, which clearly read 'R&D Director's Office' and 'Deputy Director's Office,' seemingly disguised as a company.

bang bang bang-

"Ah! Help! Help!"

The sound of punches and screams of agony came from ahead.

He Ao looked ahead and saw a wall that had collapsed halfway. Behind the wall was a tall, strong man with his upper body bare.

His muscles bulged as he tirelessly struck a dark sandbag.

The sandbag gleamed with a dark leather sheen, and with each punch that landed on it, it would let out a painful and weak cry.

As He Ao approached, the sandbag seemed to sense a glimmer of hope and let out a sharp cry, howling, "Help me! Help me!"

As the pitch rose, the man hitting the sandbag turned around. His face was now only half his original shape, while the other half was just trembling muscles, making him look terrifying.

He recognized the man; he was Andrew, the second of the four suspected core members of the World Tree that Li Le had given him.

At this moment, this former World Tree intelligence agent's body swelled up, his muscles bulging like balloons, and his entire body, illuminated by a dim green glow, resembled a demon crawling out of hell.

He Ao used his divine sense to scan his body and found that he was essentially still a D-level, but his physical body had been forcibly upgraded to a C-level by some force.

Just like the shadowy figure He Ao had encountered before.

Incomplete promotion relying on external forces.

Upon seeing Heo, Andrew's lips curled into a terrifying smile. Without uttering a sound, he snapped a thick steel bar from the wall beside him and lunged at Heo in a flash.

The enormous body almost filled the corridor, blocking Heo's path.

Behind him, the dark sandbag continued its painful, pleading screams, "Help me! Help me!"

He glanced at Andrew's enormous figure, then vanished abruptly.

The next second, he appeared behind Andrew.

Andrew lunged forward a few more steps, a trail of blood running across his entire waist.

The line became visible, and then he leaned forward, his entire body splitting in two as he fell into the corridor.

The green blood reflected a faint fluorescence under the green light.

He Ao walked up to the talking sandbag, looked at its shiny black surface, and asked softly, "Have you been here all this time?"

"Yes! Yes!" The sandbag shook violently. "Hero, save me! Save me!"

Who is on the third floor?

He Ao asked.

"It was a woman, a very beautiful woman."

The sandbag immediately cried out, shaking even more violently, "Hero, save me! I'm cursed! Untie the ropes binding me, and I'll be back to normal!"

He looked up at the top of the sandbag, which was tied to the ceiling with a thick rope and was swaying incessantly.

To untie the rope, one must get close to the sandbag, but He Ao is currently standing in the corridor, quite far from the sandbag.

"What are the abilities of the woman on the third floor?"

He Ao withdrew his gaze and continued to ask.

“I don’t know, she’s very beautiful and sexy, like a goat,” Sandbag began to rock back and forth, trying to get closer to Heo. “Hero, save me!”

"What about the fourth floor?"

He Ao continued to press for answers.

“There’s nothing on the fourth floor,” Sandbag replied quickly. “There were a few people on the fourth floor before, but they all went out and never came back.”

The fourth floor is the second-highest floor, and it should be for people of relatively important status. Rose, the dancing woman I met at the club earlier, seems to fit this description.

According to the records left by Gade, the dancing woman appears to be the deputy minister of the Ruodan branch.

"Is the fourth floor occupied by the deputy minister?"

He Ao asked.

"Deputy...minister?" The sandbag paused for a moment. "I don't know what a deputy minister is. Hero, please save me, I feel like I'm about to die."

His voice had become hoarse and weak, as if he were really dying.

"What about the fifth floor?"

He Ao then asked.

"I don't know about the fifth floor, I don't know anything," the sandbag's voice grew weaker and weaker, "Hero, please save me."

"Okay, repeat one sentence after me, and I'll save you."

He Ao said calmly.

"I'll read it, I'll read it, hero, please speak quickly."

The sandbag instantly became excited.

It was swinging back and forth, and it was already very close to Heo.