Life Dungeon Game

The entire floor was filled with mercenaries, and the glow of searchlights illuminated every space.

These mercenaries, bathed in the glow above their heads, flowed like water to every corner of the building.

Simple and crude streetlights were erected in the dark space.

The streetlights were a combination of mercenaries' searchlights and flashlights, erected against the surrounding scrap steel bars and wooden sticks.

Although the device was so rudimentary, it still emitted a radiant light that shone in all directions, dispelling the dim darkness and illuminating the muddy and dirty ground.

Under this radiant light, it seemed as if all shadows had nowhere to hide.

The mercenaries' eyes swept over the bright streetlights, and the light and their companions beside them gave them courage again, dispelling the pervasive fear.

The officer stood in the spacious hall near the stairs, observing everything around him.

The short mercenary stood beside him, looking at the surrounding streetlights. "These streetlights may be simple, but they really work. The brothers aren't so scared anymore. Boss, you really have a way with things."

"Fear often comes from darkness and the unknown."

The officer smiled slightly; resolving the morale issue was good news for him.

"With the level of our search, even if the target is very good at hiding, they should be able to find us."

The short mercenary laughed again, "Looks like we'll get the bonus this time."

"Ah."

The officer nodded, then opened his mouth, just about to speak, when a faint sound of footsteps came from not far ahead.

The footsteps were completely different from those of a mercenary's military boots; they came from a pair of ordinary leather boots.

The officer sensed something and looked up. In the darkness ahead, where the simple streetlights had dispersed the darkness, a figure covered in blood slowly emerged from the shadows.

"Who are you two looking for?"

The figure wore a gentle smile, like a helpful passerby who happened to be passing by, approaching with a kind expression as he inquired.

In that instant, after a brief moment of astonishment, all the mercenaries around pointed their guns at the figure.

The officer scanned the area around the figure in front of him; mercenaries were exploring all around where the figure had appeared.

This means that the figure in front of him walked silently past the exploring mercenaries and stood in front of him without attracting any attention.

If the other side can walk past these mercenaries silently, they can also kill them silently.

"It seems that the information I received was seriously flawed."

The officer gazed at He Ao's gentle and calm face. "You are not just an ordinary, kind, and powerless professor, as the intelligence documents described."

"People always grow."

He Ao smiled calmly.

"Suffering often makes a person grow faster and undergo transformation. However, most people are killed by suffering before they can transform."

The officer's somewhat cloudy eyes stared at He Ao. "You've come here on your own initiative, so you must have been prepared to face death."

"Death is the end for everyone,"

He Ao's face still

With a calm smile, he walked step by step toward the officer, "But my destination is not here."

The officer's expression darkened slightly; he had not gained the upper hand in the verbal exchange.

His gaze swept across the surroundings. Among the mercenaries who were pointing guns at Heo, many of them had their hands trembling slightly. Even with the cover of exoskeleton armor, they could not hide the fear in their hearts.

The mercenaries standing here are the ones who started the search at the beginning, and they are also the comrades of those mercenaries who encountered He Ao and were killed by him.

They saw the most of their comrades killed by Heo, and the most of those decaying corpses; shadows and fear had already enveloped their hearts.

What the officer saw was also reflected in He's eyes.

He had already discovered during the battle that although this batch of mercenaries was more numerous and stronger, their mental fortitude was not as good as the mercenary squad that had ambushed and killed him in the alleyways of the West District.

The bloody killings can easily sow the seeds of fear in the hearts of these mercenaries.

To restore the morale of these men, the officer deliberately moved them to his side and under the lights, while sending the newly arrived mercenaries to explore the unexplored areas. However, this actually made things easier for He Ao, allowing him to stand there calmly and composedly.

"You are hurt."

The officer looked at the wound on He's waist and spoke calmly.

He had to defeat Heo, both verbally and in terms of his presence.

Making a seemingly invincible enemy show signs of weakness is the best way to restore the morale of your teammates.

"Yes, it was left behind by your adjutant who was injected with a Class C gene serum."

He continued forward, step by step approaching the officer. The mercenaries standing in front of him subconsciously made way for him.

The officer's words did draw the attention of many mercenaries to He Ao's waist injury, but He Ao's calm and frank admission prevented them from having any other thoughts.

The vicious adjutant was dead. He had used a C-grade gene serum, but he still died. After his death, all that remained on this man was a scar that didn't seem to affect his movements at all, and wasn't even noticeable.

The mercenaries all pointed their guns at He Ao and stared at him, but they took a slight step back, making room for He Ao.

"So you've appeared here to challenge me?"

The officer glanced at his subordinates, his gaze calm.

He knew that if he gave the order, the mercenaries would still obey his command to attack, but with their morale already low, they would be more likely to rout.

These mercenaries are just mercenaries; they work for money, and when faced with a battle where they are certain to die, they may not be willing to risk their lives.

Even the elite are no exception.

The attributes of mercenaries determine their fighting style; only a very small number of the most elite mercenaries are likely to fight to the very end.

Therefore, these mercenaries have a limited time to attack and must use their skills at the most opportune moment.

The officer, with his hands behind his back, silently pressed the button to summon the mercenaries back and then pressed the button to inject the gene serum.

He had never underestimated He Ao; after learning that the elite mercenary squad had been wiped out, he...

They have already regarded He Ao as their most dangerous enemy.

“Professor Jess,”

He looked at He Ao with a smile on his face and said slowly,

"I have always respected knowledgeable people. Judging from the strength of your actions and your previous information, it seems that you have not broken through to C-level. Your C-level power is achieved by some kind of extraordinary item, right?"

"As far as I know, all these supernatural items that enhance power cannot last, so your main targets are ordinary mercenaries. You want to weaken our morale and strength first, and then find a way to escape."

“I have observed your combat traces. When you killed mercenaries who used D-level supernatural items, although the battles were usually over in a very short time, you used skillful techniques or tricks, and did not directly unleash overwhelming power.”

"This proves that your C-level power cannot be used for a short period of time. If we hadn't forced you into a corner, I don't think you would have come out on your own initiative."

This calm and rational analysis made He Ao stop in his tracks, and even made the mercenaries around him hold their guns a little more steady.

At the same time, accompanied by a sharp pain, the gene serum was injected into the officer's body, and a faint red glow enveloped him.

The short mercenary beside him, who had remained silent until now, was also enveloped in a faint red glow. He looked at He Ao with a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes.

“Professor, you can’t beat us. After several battles last night and tonight, how long can your supernatural items still be used? You are also injured. If you surrender now, we can still give you a complete corpse and even help you buy a good burial plot.”

At this point, his words carried a hint of mockery, "Professor, you wouldn't want to live a respectable life only to have your body taken away by the municipal hearse after you die, and thrown into a rusty incinerator along with those homeless people who froze to death, would you?"

After he finished speaking, his gaze lingered on He Ao, as if waiting for He Ao to surrender.

At that moment, the officer's gaze also fell on He Ao, waiting for He Ao's answer.

Although he valued He Ao, that was all he valued. He didn't believe He Ao could escape from his encirclement; He Ao was doomed.

Being able to kill a few lone mercenaries in a corner doesn't mean you're capable of surviving being surrounded and attacked from both C-ranks.

There is a fundamental difference between standing in the shadows and standing under the lights.

"Feel sorry,"

He Ao gently flipped his hand, and a cold alloy dagger appeared in his hand. He looked at the two people in front of him and smiled. "Professor Jess may be gentle and weak, but he has never surrendered to anyone in his life."

"It seems you are a qualified soldier!"

The officer stared calmly at He Ao, and the next second, his body vanished.

He Ao suddenly raised the dagger in his hand, activated his super memory, and took a half step back.

A silver scimitar appeared in front of him almost the instant he finished his movement, striking the dagger in his hand.

boom--

The powerful force traveled from He Ao's body to the floor beneath his feet.

The long-neglected cement floor suddenly crumbled and dented.

At the same time, a sense of fear arose in He Ao's heart—a fear influenced by his abilities.

He looked up at the officer who had drawn his scimitar and was slashing at his head, and the name of a talent sequence came to mind.

Talent Sequence 98: Warrior.

This is the C-level talent sequence he once obtained in Rock City, and it is the strongest C-level talent sequence he has ever seen in terms of physical attributes and combat ability.

The officer in front of him seemed to be a D-level superhuman. Even though the warrior power he gained from the gene serum was not in its full form, it had already surpassed He Ao's physical attributes after he activated his super memory.

In addition to their superior physical abilities, soldiers can also cause panic among the enemy and affect their psychological state during battle.

Blood, tinged with a faint yellow glow, soaked his clothes, and the wound on his waist, which had barely stopped bleeding, was torn open again by the impact.

Just then, a scorching heat wave flew from He'ao's side.

He glanced to the side and saw a blazing fireball hurtling toward his head.

Behind this fireball, the short mercenary was raising his hand, and a new fireball was forming in his palm.

He Ao didn't know what this talent sequence was, but it was somewhat similar to the C-level talent sequence 'Fire Master' that he had seen before.

This short mercenary looked big and burly, but he turned out to be a mage.

He Ao suddenly pulled back, and the flying fireball passed through the spot where he had just stood, streaked across the void, and crashed into the wall at the end, bursting into several scattered flames.

Some of the mercenaries nearby were caught off guard and struck by the spreading flames. The terrifying heat instantly melted the exoskeleton armor covering their bodies and scorched their skin.

Terrifying power.

He glanced at the short mercenary.