Life Dungeon Game

Even in this environment, knowing that there were invisible and terrifying 'eyes' watching him from every corner, Jess's father calmly made arrangements for his backup plan.

In fact, if he had chosen to back down, all the oppression and despair would have disappeared, and he could have even received a considerable reward from the mysterious man.

All that needs to be sacrificed are the lives of those who wander the streets, people who are unrelated to him and whom no one cares about.

He Ao gathered his thoughts and focused his gaze on the wooden box in front of him.

He drew a few more patterns, and the will sweeping towards his body grew stronger and stronger, meaning that many tentacles broke through the house and entangled his body and soul.

As the purple glow on the wooden box grew stronger, the shadow tentacles became increasingly frenzied, recklessly attempting to destroy Heo's body and soul.

At this moment, He Ao's body was covered in blood, and he looked like a blood-soaked figure covered in red spots.

His body was rapidly weakening, and a tremendous sense of fatigue overwhelmed him, hindering his movements.

The snow-white bone axe sliced ​​through the void, and wave after wave of resistance was transmitted to He Ao's wrist, which meant that one tentacle after another was severed by him.

This feedback also told him exactly how many tentacles he had hit. This time, only a few of his attacks missed, and most of them landed accurately on the tentacles he had selected.

His judgment is becoming more and more accurate.

However, there were simply too many tentacles in this room, and the bone axe's attack range was not as wide as that of a longsword. It was fine for single-target attacks, but it was ineffective against these densely packed groups of tentacles.

However, it is inevitable that there will be some shortcomings.

Even though He Ao's speed was so fast that he almost formed an invisible barrier of axe blades in front of him, more and more tentacles still swept in from all directions.

He Ao activated his super memory again, absorbed the knowledge of the severed limbs that had fallen to the ground, swung his bone axe to cleave through a patch of tentacles, rolled forward, and entered the master bedroom.

The curtains in the master bedroom were not drawn, and the bright moon was directly facing the window, its tranquil light shining in from outside.

The scene was exceptionally quiet and beautiful.

If this hazy light hadn't pierced through the countless illusory tentacles hanging from the ceiling, filling almost every inch of the room.

The master bedroom had more shadow tentacles than the entire living room and the second bedroom combined. When He Ao rolled in, those dense tentacles surged and stared at him.

Then, without hesitation, she attacked him.

At this moment, behind He Ao, tentacles from the living room, the second bedroom, and the study were also gathering and wrapping around his soul.

He looked down at the wooden box in his hand, opened his mouth and bit the handle of the bone axe, letting go of the hand holding the bone axe. Then he immediately raised his hand and began to draw on the wooden box.

He didn't cut his hand, but he was covered in blood and didn't need to have any blood drawn from it.

His painting skills, inherited from Vian, and the powerful body control of a C-level superhuman made his hands exceptionally stable.

Layer upon layer of patterns were painted out with blood, connecting to the original purple patterns on the wooden box.

A terrifying power surged along these purple lines, and a faint light flickered within them, like the beating of an ancient heart.

In occult knowledge, blood is one of the most spiritual things in the human body and one of the most basic occult materials.

The blood of extraordinary individuals possesses even more hidden powers.

However, different materials have different properties. Although blood can be said to be the most versatile mystical material, it is not as effective as some specific mystical materials in certain magic circles or rituals.

The original magic circle on this wooden box must have been drawn using some kind of more effective mystical material. He Ao didn't have any mystical materials at the moment, so he could only use his own blood as a mystical material.

The purple light flowed over the patterns drawn with his blood. Although the radiance was somewhat diminished in the process because blood was not the best material, it still propelled the magic array to operate.

The chaotic thoughts echoing in his mind grew stronger and stronger, those distorted ideas playing out like a disordered symphony in his head.

Two lines of bloody tears spilled from his eyes, and amidst this chaotic thought, a vast will seemed to be awakening from its long slumber.

The struggle and tug-of-war here finally attracted the attention of the hidden entity that had been dormant. It was gradually awakening and turning its gaze toward He Ao.

This time, he was much closer to waking up, and even though they were at a great distance, the pressure he exerted on He Ao's body was greater than the previous time he had been stared at.

The thoughts that had been dancing in He Ao's mind became even more turbulent and excited with the awakening of this hidden entity, and they began to show some signs of reason.

Zhi abandoned Heo's will, which was almost impossible to influence, and began to attack Heo's body with all his might.

The oppressive aura emanating from that hidden presence also carried an even greater sense of chaos.

These surging forces interfered with Heo's body, disrupted his movements, and wrested control of his body from him.

He Ao forcibly suppressed the restless thoughts churning within him with his willpower. His once steady hands began to tremble slightly, and his fluid movements slowed down.

But he did not stop, slowly and steadily sketching the last stroke on the wooden box.

The purple glow on the wooden box subsided for a moment, then suddenly burst forth with intense light, turning the once ordinary-looking box into a dazzling gem.

Faint purple streaks of light emerged from beneath He Ao's feet under the radiant glow, then spread to the walls, the ceiling, the master bedroom, the living room, the second bedroom, the study, and to every corner of the house.

Lines of interwoven patterns, covering the entire room, came into He Ao's view.

He Ao gazed at the purple light and the interwoven patterns.

This is a magic circle, a magic circle derived from that ritual magic circle that transforms power, but it is now completely different from that magic circle.

Even with some suspicions in his mind, He Ao was still attracted by the intricate and magnificent magic array.

Relying on the knowledge of magic arrays he had gleaned during his moments of madness, he quickly understood the specific function of the magic array.

This was the backup plan left by Jess's father; this was how he incorporated that last bit of secret knowledge into these tentacles.

At this moment, Heo fully understood what Jess's father had done.

Although Jess's father could not see these hidden tentacles, he could feel the invisible forces permeating the entire room, attempting to corrupt his power.

These powers emanate from the tentacles, are one with all the tentacles in the room, and will eventually return to the body of these shadowy tentacles.

Jess's father took advantage of this cycle of power and wove a new magic circle based on the ritual magic circle he had been studying, but with many modifications.

This magic circle will naturally absorb the power dissipated from the tentacles in the void, and then this power will flow around the magic circle. During this flow, this power has undergone a kind of 'qualitative change' and has been engraved with what Jess's father wanted to engrave into it.

Then these powers will flow out of the magic circle, return to the tentacles, and finally merge into them.

The patterns that depict this magic circle contain only a very small amount of extraordinary energy. Jess's father used some kind of extraordinary material to concoct a painting material with an extremely low level of extraordinary energy, and then used it to paint this magic circle that covers the entire room.

In Jess's memory, shortly before his father was murdered, the family had done a simple renovation, with the walls being repainted.

This was just a routine touch-up paint job; there was nothing particularly noteworthy about it.

Federal wall paint is easily damaged, so frequent touch-ups are needed to keep the house clean.

After his father passed away, Jess also arranged for several repainting sessions.

But I'm afraid

It was during that paint touch-up process that Jess's father inscribed these magic circles into the wall and then covered them with paint.

The magic circle on the ground was cleverly outlined by Jess's father using the gaps between the tiles.

This is a custom-made magic circle, designed specifically for this room.

Even if He Ao used his super memory, he could only sense that something was wrong with the wall, but he couldn't be sure if there was some kind of magic array on the wall.

After all, hypermemory can only remember what He Ao can see, not what is hidden in the wall and that He Ao cannot see.

At that moment, Heo suddenly heard the words that Jess's father had said to him during his childhood.

"Anything that follows a pattern can be utilized using scientific methods."

This was Jess's father's research philosophy, and in a sense, Jess's father truly put this research philosophy into practice.

From a scientific researcher's perspective, he is a genius.

He looked down at the wooden box in his hand.

These originally invisible magic arrays lit up at this moment because they had absorbed an overwhelming amount of power.

And this power comes from the wooden box in He Ao's hands.

The supplementary pattern that He Ao just drew on the wooden box was not a complete pattern for the magic circle, but a magic circle pattern that he created himself based on the knowledge left by Jess's father.

The stability of this wooden box is based on the use of a nested ritual array to 'deceive' the power within the box, causing that power to flow along the array and make it believe that the ritual is still continuing.

However, these flowing forces will damage the magic array on the surface of the wooden box, eventually causing the wooden box to malfunction and those forces to go out of control.

Among the knowledge left by Jess's father was the structure of the stabilizing ritual array. Although Heo only acquired a small portion of this knowledge during the recent battle, he was able to deconstruct some of the principles behind Jess's father's stabilizing ritual by combining this knowledge with his own understanding of the array.

He then used this principle to create a new magic array. By simply adding some patterns to the original magic array, a new and stable magic array could be formed.

This magic circle can directly utilize the energy within the wooden box to enhance it. Now, the wooden box no longer has a time limit for sealing.

The energy absorbed by the magic arrays throughout the room is the energy released when the new magic arrays constructed by He Ao take effect.

Thus, through this magic circle, He Ao obtained a wooden box that could stably hold those uncontrollable forces, and could also be controlled to a certain extent.

However, only He Ao can use this method. With the buff from Jess's berserk state, he is probably the person in the world who understands this magic circle the most, besides Jess's father.

Therefore, he was able to quickly understand Jess's father's thinking and modify it.

He Ao slowly and laboriously turned the wooden box sideways, activated his super memory, and looked around.

At this moment, all he was surrounded by tentacles stacked together like a wall. These tentacles wrapped around him, enveloping his head and body, enveloping him like a phantom rice dumpling.

His arms were also enveloped by these illusory tentacles, and on the back of his hands, he could see bright red...

Blood seeped from her fair skin.

He Ao's movements were slow, but he did not stop. He gripped the top and bottom of the wooden box with both hands and slowly applied force. The wooden box, which had been sealed for a long time and had never been opened, opened the first crack.

In that instant, He Ao only felt a powerful tinnitus.

It felt like a strong wind was blowing past his ears, and the air pressure in the whole world was dropping.

The terrifying power, like boiling steam, suddenly dissipated and then rushed into the invisible tentacles around it.

In that instant, He Ao felt that the invisible shadow tentacles seemed to be breaking away from the illusory world and taking shape.

Immediately afterwards, these tentacles, caught between reality and illusion, burst open like balloons that had been stretched to their limit.

He quickly controlled his soul power to touch the remains of these tentacles, and fragmented knowledge rapidly entered his mind.

The tentacles move silently, and their death is also silent.

He felt as if he were watching a magnificent silent film, in which villains were being crushed one by one.

He turned around and looked at the wall of the master bedroom. On the bedside table, there was a simple framed photo.

That's a family photo.

The man in the photo is holding his child and wife's hands, gazing ahead, his gaze seemingly transcending time, fixed on the spot where He Ao stands.

He is smiling.