Life Dungeon Game

Thorne's body bulged continuously, with thick, mechanical-like tubes writhing beneath his skin, inflating his body like balloons and tearing through his expensive-looking clothes.

Is it hidden in the mouth?

Heo stared at Thorne's ever-expanding body; this must be the extraordinary item Thorne used to protect himself.

It appears Thorne did not receive the gene serum from the mysterious man, but he has one.

A supernatural item with effects similar to gene-based drugs.

This extraordinary item seems to possess some ability to temporarily enhance Thorne's physical attributes.

He Ao used his divine sense to look at Thorne. The energy in Thorne's body, which was originally somewhat weak, expanded rapidly with the activation of this extraordinary item, crossing the D-level boundary and stepping into the C-level threshold.

However, it seems that the price for this extraordinary item is extremely high, otherwise Thorne would have used it when Hesy 'invited' him.

Even if there is a slight chance for the situation to ease or a glimmer of hope, Thorne will not activate this extraordinary item.

“Jace, look, you’re not the only one with such great power.”

The abundant power swelled Thorne's confidence to an unprecedented level. This was his first encounter with C-level power, a power as intoxicating as the most beautiful poppy.

Compared to this power, he was as weak as an ant before.

Now he understood why Heo hadn't just killed him outright.

Because he doesn't deserve it.

His own strength was too weak, so weak that He Ao didn't even bother to regard him as a worthy enemy.

But it is different now.

Along with this power came courage and the desire to kill.

He now stared at Heo as if he were looking at a lump of fat, and whispers from the depths of his soul echoed in his ears, urging him to kill the enemy before him, plunder his flesh and blood, and stuff his limbs into his own body.

Heo stared at Thorne at this moment, watching the protrusions that looked like energy pipes pulsating under Thorne's skin.

Looking at his towering body, which had swelled to nearly three times its original size.

The body's dimensions remained almost unchanged; the entire body seemed to be made of piled-up flesh and blood, and every inch of that flesh and blood was pulsating, as if it possessed its own consciousness, yearning to devour other flesh and blood.

This frenzied state clearly influenced Thorne's consciousness, causing this conservative and cautious middleman to unleash a rare, greedy desire for killing.

He stared at Heo, his mouth splitting into a grin, revealing huge, beast-like teeth covered in sticky saliva.

"Jace, you seem very confident that you can defeat me?"

When the extraordinary item was activated, Heo had the opportunity to launch an attack, but he did not. Instead, he allowed Thorne's body to expand and complete the enhancement.

Although Thorne was confident he could dodge Heo's attack, he sensed contempt from Heo's attitude.

He grinned maliciously at He Ao, his voice trembling like a mechanical vibration, "You will pay the price for your arrogance."

"You should be very happy now,"

Heo calmly gazed at Thorne, at the fleshy giant whose shadow almost reached his feet, "It's like a drowning man seeing a straw, a person in the abyss seeing a sliver of light, you've touched hope in despair."

He slowly raised the dagger in his hand. The setting sun was swallowed up by the edge of the city, and the hazy night gradually descended.

The automatic streetlights on the street slowly lit up one by one.

“You know,” Heo looked at Thorne with a smile, “Tini once had Xi like that too.”

see."

He lifted his foot and stepped forward, walking slowly in the dim light.

Thorne stared at the thin man, at his smiling face, and instinctively took a step back, his massive, mountain-like flesh trembling.

The power did not bring him true courage; it was as if the figure standing before him was not a gaunt human, but a demon returned from hell.

That twisted, insane soul was crammed beneath a thin, gentle body.

"Do you know,"

Heo raised his head and looked at the giant in front of him. His tone was calm, as if he were telling someone else's story. "When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor told me that Tini didn't have to die."

"Three bullets hit her body, one in her lung, one in her shoulder, and one in her abdomen. None of them were fatal, and she can survive with timely treatment."

"What do you want to say?"

Thorne looked down at Heo's thin body and took another step back.

The light fell on his head, shortening his shadow.

The dim light shone on He Ao, casting two long, thin shadows behind him, like two towering ghosts.

He Ao raised his hand, glanced down at the time on his wristband, and saw it was 5:43.

Then he looked up at Thorne.

"Did you hear it?"

"What did you hear?"

Thorne frowned, the babbling that had been surging in his mind seemed to have stopped, suppressed by the terrifying madness of the person in front of him.

"The sound of an ambulance."

He Ao's tone remained calm and steady.

His gaze swept across the surrounding streets and the dim lights, as if passing through those lights, through overlapping times and spaces, back to that evening four years ago, back to the bustling venue.

The armed thug stood in the center of the venue, laughing maniacally. The constant roar of gunfire mingled with the screams and cries of the crowd.

The sound of an ambulance siren came from outside the window.

The clock on the wall was frozen at 5:43 p.m.

The woman, who had collapsed behind the podium, struggled to crawl from the pool of blood toward the door.

At that moment, she was perhaps full of hope.

That hope persisted until the gunman in the center of the venue looked at her again.

If that really was a mentally ill gunman, perhaps she would still have a chance of survival.

But there are no "what ifs" in this world.

The gunman wasn't actually mentally ill; he was a targeted killer.

A whistling bullet struck the back of her head, and a barrage of gunfire shattered her body, extinguishing her life.

Just as the ambulance arrived, she thought she was about to be saved.

Just when she thought she could go home.

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"You're crazy."

Thorne stared at the man before him, fear churning his soul and driving him to a final act of madness. Without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed at Heo's body, intending to tear the frail figure to shreds.

"maybe."

The scenes from that time gradually crumbled; they were images Jess had seen on the venue's surveillance cameras.

Heo turned around, looked at Thorne who was grabbing at him, took a step forward, and dodged Thorne's attack. "But are you really normal?"

The change in his position made him stand behind

The two long shadows gradually merged until they completely overlapped.

For a long time after his parents passed away, Jess had given up his obsession and the mysterious realm, only wanting to maintain his last peaceful little family and protect his wife who had worked tirelessly and worried about him day and night.

All he wanted was an ordinary, simple life, just to live a normal life.

The sharp dagger sliced ​​through the seemingly thick flesh, revealing the pale blue, pulsating blood vessels inside.

The raging flesh giant twisted its body in fury, trying to attack the phantom-like figure, but in the end it only added more and more wounds.

Blood, glowing with a blue light, splattered like raindrops into the gradually darkening night.

Finally, its massive body collapsed like a mountain, silently fading into eternal silence.

His eyes widened, his face a mixture of fear, despair, and disbelief, as his body shattered from behind, as if struck by a hail of bullets.

He put away the dagger, placed the tooth stained with blue light into his pocket, then squatted down and picked up the bracelet that had fallen to the ground.

The phone number on the wristband was never dialed; it remained on the dial pad until the very end.

He wrote down the phone number on it, tossed it back into the bracelet, and slowly walked into the dim night.

His hand stopped in front of his chest, grasping the pendant stained with mottled blood.

A taxi stopped at the end of the road ahead. The driver leaned out and looked at He Ao, who was walking towards him step by step into the darkness. "You booked a car? Where to?"

He Ao casually opened the back door and got in.

"Vic Mental Hospital".

There should be another chapter during the day.

Chapter 558 The Mental Hospital in the Industrial Zone (Extra-Large Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"Dude, what are you doing at a mental hospital at this hour? Do you live nearby?"

The taxi driver, sitting in the driver's seat, placed his hands on the steering wheel and looked around at the surrounding vehicles.

“I have a friend who is hospitalized there.”

He Ao flipped through the map on his bracelet and replied.

A 3D map was projected from the bracelet, and He Ao stared thoughtfully at the address of Vic Mental Hospital marked on the map.

"Oh, oh, oh," the driver stepped on the gas and overtook the car in front, "You're still going to see him at this hour? You two must be very close."

“Indeed,” He Ao nodded gently, “I have always missed him.”

He closed the map on his bracelet and opened the detailed information about Vic Mental Hospital that Eve had just searched for for him.

This mental hospital was established more than a decade ago. Based on scattered information online, it appears to be a non-profit mental hospital that provides free treatment for mental patients.

Although Eve gathered some information about the mental hospital from the internet, the information was limited, mostly consisting of scattered posts from netizens.