Life Dungeon Game

The hidden B-rank at dawn, the mastermind behind the attempt to steal the Verola, and the controller of the Ruodan Kingdom's restoration organization.

That 'predecessor' who took the central processing unit from the tower of the ruins more than a decade ago.

"I have to say, you are a true hero."

The boss looked up, pulled back his hood, and took off his mask.

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Chapter 524 The Boss's True Identity (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"When I talk to someone like you, hiding my face makes me look like a rat in the gutter."

He smiled and looked at Heo. "Of course, now that Claude is dead, you should know who I am."

He Ao stared at the face, which looked to be that of a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with a chiseled face, sharp eyebrows, and bright eyes, and a pair of beautiful reddish-brown eyes.

He looks about 70-80% like Alifia.

Upon seeing his face, He Ao made no comment.

"Since the descent of the evil god's offspring is inevitable, then I might as well become the vessel for this offspring's arrival,"

The "boss" stopped a short distance in front of He Ao, and dark shadows passed by him and entered He Ao's body.

If the man had taken just one more step closer, he would have been within range of He Ao's sudden attack.

He just happened to hit the limit of the instantaneous attack range that He Ao had previously demonstrated.

“No one can stop the corruption of the evil god. I think you have already figured out a way to perish together with the evil god’s offspring,” the 'boss's' smile remained unchanged. “In order to avoid interfering with your plans, I think it’s best if I don’t get too close.”

He bowed slightly, performing a gesture that resembled a courtly courtly greeting.

"I need very little time. Once I've taken the Verola and the time-space anchor, I'll leave. You don't need to thank me for coming here to see you off on your final journey. I've always admired heroes, and this is my way of showing respect to them."

He smiled, spoke gently and calmly, and seemed flawless.

"When did you discover that Rhodes was the leader of the Primitive Cult?"

He Ao suppressed his pain and asked in a low voice.

“A little earlier than you,” the ‘boss’ chuckled softly, “I found the puppeteer, and then, following him, I found Rhodes.”

"So this 'invitation' directed at me was also something you and Rhodes planned together?"

He Ao chuckled, suppressing his laughter. "Rhodes was stalling for time with me, just to wait for you to make your move. But he didn't expect you to stand him up. You deliberately waited until we were both badly injured before showing up."

“He didn’t tell me either,”

The 'boss' glanced at the giant snake corpse coiled around the rooftop. "With such a terrifying physical form, it's clear that his original plan was to wait until you and I were locked in combat, then perform a ritual and sacrifice us all to his god."

At this point, He Ao and the 'boss' both smiled.

We're all seasoned veterans; it's just a matter of who outsmarts whom.

However, in this incident, it is clear that the 'boss' is more stable than Rhodes.

The conflict between Rhodes and Heo has become more acute, to the point of life and death. Therefore, Rhodes cannot remain calm and has to take action to get rid of Heo even if the 'boss' does not come.

So in reality, it was the more cunning 'boss' who survived until the end.

As time ticked by, He felt himself gradually losing control of the Verola and the spacetime anchor.

However, this loss seems to be mitigated by strengthening the connection through the power of the soul.

It was like a tug-of-war, with He Ao on one end.

The 'boss' is on the other end.

He looked up at his 'boss' and said, "Your abilities are quite interesting. Are you 'stealing' my things?"

"Strictly speaking, it doesn't count as theft,"

The 'boss' shook his head. He seemed to care a lot about the word 'steal.' He explained, 'I have only taken over some of your destiny. These things still belong to you. It's just that in their 'eyes,' I am you.'

“Alright,” he paused, “I also have a question I need you to answer.”

He stared at Heo. "You came from the ruins? Who do the ruins belong to?"

He looked up at him and uttered two peculiar syllables.

"What do you mean?"

He was stunned.

"federal."

A low murmur appeared in his ear, followed by the gleam of a sword shrouded in dark shadow.

He gathered his strength in his legs and instantly unleashed a speed that surpassed his previous performance, pressing down on the 'boss' in one fell swoop.

The "boss" suddenly turned to the side, dodging the attack.

Although He Ao is very weak now, he is not someone you can approach. Who knows if this guy has prepared some way to take me down with him? Even if he doesn't have a way to take me down with him,

Once you're tainted by the mysterious shadow, it's not something you can easily shake off.

At the same time, thoughts flashed through his mind rapidly.

The Federation, what is that?

It sounds like some kind of organization.

Just then, Heo, who had just passed him, turned around and suddenly asked, "Do you know who Alifia is?"

This question caused the 'boss's' thinking to pause instantly.

Immediately afterwards, the dark sword light flashed, leaving a wound on his arm.

He Ao staggered and leaned against the steel frame that was originally used to fix the glass curtain wall on the edge of the roof, barely managing to maintain his balance.

The cold wind of the silent night brushed against his cheeks. Behind him lay the night sky, completely exposed. If he tilted his body even slightly, he could fall off this building.

"You crazy person."

The 'boss' took a step back, looking at the wound on his arm from which blood was gushing out, and the dark shadow was constantly flowing into his body through the wound.

The next second, his entire body began to twist, unable to withstand the powerful pollution, and suddenly collapsed, turning into an indescribable mass of flesh and blood.

He watched calmly as the 'boss's' body collapsed, his face expressionless.

The force that was trying to steal his control of the Verola was still in effect, and what appeared here was not the 'boss' himself.

-

Jodan Royal Palace Museum

The cold moonlight streamed through the classical windows into the cold, dark building, falling on the empty exhibition stands that were dimly lit.

This is an abandoned room.

Through this window, the reflection of the huge, pointed skyscraper outside is faintly visible.

Amidst the silent booths, a dark shadow rapidly coalesced, eventually transforming into a hooded, pitch-black figure.

He looked up at the tall buildings outside the window, his expression silent.

"What a crazy guy,"

"really."

A voice of agreement came from the side.

‘老

Ban turned his head and looked at the source of the sound.

A figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the dim light; it was a young man from the Central Plains with a youthful face, carrying a bone sword.

The young man was tilting his head, smiling at him. "Nice to meet you, 'Boss' sir."

The young man paused for a moment, then said, "Or rather, Your Majesty the King."

The "boss" turned his head, took off his hood, and looked at He Ao.

This face was no different from the face that 'Hao Yi' had seen on the spire; it was the face of the missing 'Prince Ronnie,' who was also Alifia's father.

"Are you the newly promoted C-level researcher at that institute?"

The "boss" stared intently at He Ao's face. "You've partnered with 'Hao Yi'?"

"In a sense, you can understand it this way."

He Ao calmly stared at the 'boss'.

How did you know I was here?

The "boss" looked at He Ao with a smile.

"Once you find out that you are not Prince Ronnie, but the King, everything becomes much simpler."

Heo approached step by step. "Prince Ronnie doesn't have a safe house, but for the last king who has been running the kingdom for more than ten years and spends most of his time in the palace, the palace is the place he can trust the most."

"This palace contains many secret rooms and underground passages that you have built, allowing you to leave as quickly as possible if you encounter danger."

"And this is the closest place to the spire, so there is probably a distance requirement for you to use your ability. Therefore, you must stay nearby to use this ability."

"Back then, Moonlight set up its headquarters next to the palace, perhaps to monitor you. Now it's actually made things easier for you."

"You seem quite convinced that I am the tyrant who has already been overthrown?"

The 'boss's' smile remained calm and gentle, without the slightest flaw.

“It seems you yourself consider yourself a tyrant,” Heo shrugged. “You say you’re Prince Ronnie, so let me ask you, do you know Alifia?”

"Of course, that's my daughter."

The 'boss' remained calm.

"No, you don't know her,"

He Ao shook his head. "Your expression is calm, with a sense of unfamiliarity and indifference. You are only surprised that I know Alifia, not that the name touches you."