Life Dungeon Game

Job immediately called out, and then, to Poker's puzzled and confused look, pulled a piece of buttered bread from under Poker's butt before he even sat down. "This is my lunch today. Don't you dare ruin it."

Don't you feel

Are you even a little excited?

Poker sat on the bed, raised his hands, and looked at Job, trying to make his friend understand his emotions.

"Oh, have you paid your credit card bill this month?"

Job didn't even look up this time. "You're getting all worked up here."

"..."

An awkward silence fell over the room.

"This streamer is good,"

Seemingly to ease the awkwardness, Job took a tiny earphone out of his ear. "Want to hear her voice? I follow thousands of streamers like her on my account. You have to trust my judgment."

Poker glanced at his friend and put on the headphones.

"Thank you for the donation, brother. What would you like to see? That's not allowed, our platform doesn't permit that kind of thing~"

A tingling, numbing sound rang in Poker's ears. This streamer definitely had something special; her voice made Poker feel a ticklish sensation in his heart.

"Oh, a brother asked me who I'm going to vote for in the midterm elections. I don't know, I don't usually pay attention to these things. But I heard that Mr. Ned is doing a pretty good job, so I'm going to vote for him."

“My brother said that Mr. Ned has a scandal. I think someone told me this before. There’s so much information on the internet now, it’s hard to tell what’s true and what’s false. Anyway, I’ll stick to my original opinion.”

"Thank you so much for the generous donation, brother! What would you like to see? The Dance of Mirani... Ah, do we really have to dance that? Isn't it too dangerous? You absolutely have to see it! I'll go change my clothes first, brothers, wait for me a moment..."

“Oh ho,” Job chuckled, “we’re in for a treat today.”

Poker frowned slightly. "Why does this female anchor support Ned? That Ned is so bad, the evidence is right there on the ground."

"They just completed their mission, why bother with all this?"

Job yawned.

"What mission?"

Poker was taken aback.

"Do you really want me to never see the 'Miracle of Mirani'?"

Job glanced at his friend, then casually swiped through a few live streams. The streamers, whether dancing or gaming, anyone from the vicinity of Wetland, were all expressing their stances, some openly, some subtly, supporting Ned, others Walker, guiding their fans to vote for these two candidates.

Job nodded. "Here, this is the mission."

“Why is it that among these people,” Poker stared at the broadcasters, “no one supports DeSantis?”

"DeSanchez? You were the candidate I mentioned to you on the bus last time, right? Yes, there is."

Job opened the search bar and searched for an account called 'Factory Jack'. He clicked on it and found that the streamer was broadcasting live, with a complex factory assembly line in the background.

He was working while chatting with viewers of the live stream, and the conversation drifted to DeSanchez.

"Brothers, to be honest, I've met this DeSansk. He's a really good guy and genuinely wants to fight for our benefits, but unfortunately, the wealthy conglomerates don't like him. Look at this, I usually have at least a thousand people in my livestream, but today there are only twenty or so."

"Those of us who support DeSantis are facing severe traffic restrictions."

To be honest with you guys, someone came to me yesterday, saying they were from a foundation and wanted to sponsor me. They asked for 5,000 federal dollars, all I had to do was change my tune and support Nid in the live stream.

"Make money, brothers! Who doesn't want to make money? Five thousand, brothers! We work in factories day and night for half a year to earn this much, and we might even lose our lives someday. I started live streaming to make some money, didn't I? Wouldn't you brothers be tempted?"

"Huh? Why didn't I answer? I was out of my mind. I just felt I couldn't make money that way. I woke up this morning feeling heartbroken. I called him but he wouldn't answer. So, any brothers who are interested should definitely check out DeSankey. I lost 5,000 federal dollars just to let you guys see this news."

"Hey, hey, hey, stop laughing there. It's five thousand, it really hurts."

“Look,” Job said, looking at his friend, “that’s it. Those streamers you just saw are just doing their jobs for money.”

"They even bribe the livestreamers?"

Poker opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"What can't be bribed? Besides livestreamers, all sorts of video bloggers, entertainment programs, and idol stars have mostly come out to take sides,"

Job chuckled. "These days, far more people are watching these kinds of things than the news. These prestigious people only need to subtly guide the public in their work, and everyone will follow suit and vote for the person they're guiding."

"They seem to think we can't think for ourselves."

Poker clenched his fist angrily. "You can just let us vote for whoever we want."

“What’s the use of thinking? It’s just going from one bastard to another,” Job said, putting on his clothes and walking toward the small window that was tightly covered by curtains. “It doesn’t matter who you choose.”

“DeSanker is really different,” Poker stood up, staring at the projection on Job’s wristband, and suddenly realized something. “You said last time that you didn’t care about DeSanker, so why did you specifically go to find the streamer who supports him?”

"The bracelet's microphone was used by the software to record our conversation, and then the intelligent recognition and big data were used to recommend it to me."

Job shrugged.

“It’s already good enough that big data isn’t subject to traffic restrictions,” Poker said, looking at his friend. “Why would they push it to you?”

"Fine,"

Job turned around and said, “I admit, this DeSanker seems different from others. How can you guarantee that he won’t change his mind after he’s elected? How can you guarantee that he’s not just pretending to be someone else for the sake of votes? The Federation has done this countless times throughout history. How can you guarantee that he’s the exception?”

“Nide also promised to improve the living conditions of people in the old industrial areas and pushed the federal government to provide affordable and high-quality housing for low-income industrial workers. Look at where we live now?”

Job's room had a wall to his left and a bed to his right, leaving only a narrow walkway of about 40 centimeters for the two of them to move around in. Such a small room of only about three square meters cost as much as 99 federal dollars per week, plus an additional 10 federal dollars per person for cleaning and management fees, and 5 federal dollars per person for the use of common areas.

"I······"

Poker opened his mouth, but then said...

He remained silent.

He couldn't answer his friend's question; he couldn't guarantee it, and neither could DeSanchez himself. The people of Wetterland had been betrayed too many times; they had become accustomed to lies and deception.

Who in this world can make that guarantee?

Are there people in this world qualified to make this guarantee?

"Fuck!!!"

A loud shout came from the live stream on Job's bracelet: "Are you serious? Christos at DeSantis's campaign speech?? Holy crap, is that even possible? Seriously? This is like saying Verena showed up at my wedding wearing black stockings and a wedding dress."

"What's wrong? Can't a movie queen and a popular goddess appear at my wedding? Why are you all focusing on whether I can wear black stockings with my wedding dress? Black stockings with a wedding dress are absolutely perfect!"

"Forget about that, guys. Hey bro, are you serious? Christos really is there. Do you have a video link? Forget it, I'm going straight to the scene. I'm not doing this today, I'm going to see the world. Guys, wait for me to start streaming again!"

The streamer threw down what he was holding, grabbed the bracelet, and ran out.

Poker listened blankly to the sounds of this sudden change.

hum-

At that moment, his bracelet vibrated; it was a new message from DeSansk supporters, with whom they had been chatting.

He opened the message.

The news was brief; it was just a video of DeSanchez's speech, seemingly no different from many of the speeches I'd seen before, except this time, Christos was standing next to DeSanchez.

The man in the silver suit said nothing; he simply stood there, exuding boundless confidence.

Poker didn't know what to say. He felt something welling up in his eyes. He held the bracelet up to his friend's face. "Look, look."

"I saw."

Job calmly looked at his friend, then reached for his coat on the bed and draped it over his shoulders. "Let's go."

"where to?"

Poker looked at Job with a somewhat blank expression.

Job reached out and picked up the bread from the bed, grabbed two corners of the blankets, and shook them vigorously, flattening the tangled blankets into a smooth shape before spreading them on the bed.

Then he glanced at his friend, reached out and drew back the curtains, letting bright sunlight stream into the somewhat dark and cramped room.

"Go to the scene."

-

Bright red blood, glowing with a yellowish hue, slowly flowed from the torn fingers onto the wooden box, which radiated a purple light.

Then, his fingers slowly traced the patterns on the wooden box, and purple light flowed along the lines his fingers had drawn.

bang bang-

The sound of leather shoes clicking on the ground grew louder as it approached, and a beautiful figure with short hair appeared in front of the door.

"Has DeSanke's speech begun?"

As He Ao drew on the wooden box with his blood, he asked softly.

“Yes, Christos is here too,” Hayes walked over and squatted down next to Heo, “but it seems like not many people came to listen to his speech.”

While Haixi was speaking, Heo continued to trace the patterns on the wooden box, finally completing the incomplete magic circle.

"Are you going to see it?"

Hai Xi asked softly.

"Need not."

He Ao shook his head slightly.

"Aren't you worried?"

Hashi gazed at him.

"Don't worry,"

He Ao quietly painted the magic circle on the wooden box. "When the first ray of sunlight appears on the eastern horizon, it can only illuminate a small patch of sky that it can reach. Only a few people can see this radiance, but people will tell each other until everyone knows."

As Heo spoke, Eve's voice rang in Heo's ear.

"The broadcast is complete. This broadcast used 3,071 accounts and sent 17,372 messages related to DeSantis's speech to mainstream social media platforms in Waitland, including live streams, news websites, and video websites. Broadcast complete."

He looked up at Hai Xi, gazing at her face, and as if he could see through her silhouette to the bright sunlight streaming through the window.

"The sun is rising."

Chapter 593 So That's How It Is (Mega Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)