Life Dungeon Game

He Ao swung his axe again, this time striking the monster's lower right jaw.

Under the violent impact, the monster's entire body finally tilted to the side and fell backward.

He Ao then swung the axe along the wound he had just made, into the monster's neck. He then jumped onto the monster, released the metal wire in his hand, and swung his wrist forward, causing some of the wire to wrap around the monster's forehead.

The monster that had fallen to the ground rolled over and prepared to stand up. He Ao, who was standing on it, attached his divine sense to his palm, grabbed the metal wire, and jumped off the monster.

During this process, he passed the metal wire over his shoulder, turned his back to the monster, and while jumping, he suddenly bent down and pulled forward.

The monster, which had just tried to stand up, was suddenly pulled and fell sideways to the ground again.

The thin metal wire sliced ​​through the flesh and destroyed many energy gathering points in its head.

At that moment, He Ao had already turned around, stepped on the monster's neck, and with a sudden force, pinned it down as it tried to get up again.

The monster stepped onto the ground, and then the metal wire in his hand swung forward again, wrapping around the monster's neck.

"You greedy and ignorant fellow, you don't understand, you don't understand, you don't know how much you have been given."

The monster's split mouth emitted a hoarse, panting sound.

"I know,"

He Ao stood on the monster's neck, his voice calm, "I told you, I don't need it."

He gripped the wire tightly with both hands, and the thin wire cut into his flesh.

With a crisp 'crack' sound, the binding force and the upward pulling force mixed together, snapping the monster's neck and destroying the last energy gathering point in its body.

The already dim energy network finally shattered, extinguishing all of the monster's life force.

He released his hands, deactivated his super memory, and untied the entangled metal wires. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, the bone axe that had been embedded in the monster's neck was pulled out of the monster's flesh and flew back into his hand.

The released metal wire was quickly put into the mechanical bracelet. He Ao glanced at his hands. Although he had covered his divine sense, his hands were still marked with bloody welts from the powerful force he had just exerted.

He Ao glanced at the purple mist around him, followed the direction in his memory, walked to the support pillar that bound the researchers, broke their restraints, and then destroyed the magic array structure around them.

The location of these researchers is at the core of this magic array that covers the entire space.

They were placed in the magic circle as the final 'sacrifice'.

As researchers were laid down one by one, and magic array patterns were destroyed, the surrounding purple mist gradually faded away.

By the time He Ao rescued the last researcher, the pervasive purple mist had faded to almost imperceptible.

He Ao glanced at the researcher lying on the ground, still fast asleep in his dream, and suddenly threw the bone axe in his hand, destroying the last core structure of the magic circle.

The surrounding purple mist finally disappeared completely, and the shimmering magic circle that covered the entire space passed through a final ray of light before finally going out.

He Ao turned his gaze back to the researchers. There were nineteen researchers in total. One had mutated into a monster, three had mutated slightly, and the souls of these four had been completely corrupted. The remaining fifteen souls were still relatively normal and had not been corrupted too much.

He grabbed their clothes, lifted them up by the arms, and carried them to the elevator.

The building has three elevators that go to the top floor. Two of them are on the 1st floor and the other is on the 29th floor. This means that when no one is operating the elevators, two of them will be suspended on the 1st floor.

He Ao threw the fifteen people into the two elevators on the first floor of the base station, pressed the first floor button, and closed the elevator doors.

Then he turned around and, accompanied by the sound of the elevator descending, walked towards the door at the far end of the lobby.

The door was unlocked, and He Ao easily pushed it open by grasping the doorknob.

The air behind the door was fresh, a world apart from the stench of blood outside. A soft glow shone on the pristine white floor.

He Ao naturally pushed open the door and walked into the room.

This is a spacious room with simple decor: pure white walls covered with photos, matte marble floors reflecting a soft glow, and a spiral staircase leading to the upper floor at the far end of the room.

The air conditioner on the ceiling slowly blows out clean air.

It's more like an exhibition hall than a room.

A man wearing a pure white doctor's coat stood beside the spiral staircase, his back to He Ao, slowly wiping a photo frame in his hands.

He seemed to hear a sound coming from the doorway, and hung the photo frame he was holding back on the wall. The photo frame contained a woman sitting in front of a bookshelf, smiling gently.

He slowly turned around and looked at He Ao.

"Even after all these years, I still remember your mother's smile. She was the most optimistic and cheerful patient I ever treated."

The man's appearance was ordinary, with nothing particularly memorable about him. Standing in this pristine white exhibition hall, he resembled an ordinary doctor, caring for his 'patients'.

He Ao stared at that face, and those previously unrelated memories were suddenly connected in that instant.

The vague, dim face of the mysterious person in my memory became clear at this moment.

He Ao raised his left hand and pressed it against his chest, using his clothes to press down on the hard pendant and to calm his heaving chest. He gazed at the man before him, his expression calm.

"meet again."

The sharp axe blade reflected a faint glow under the cool lighting.

Chapter 597 I think this world is already crowded enough. (Super)

"Should I call you Researcher No. 01, or the Mysterious Man, or perhaps Dr. Wells, the most famous psychiatrist in Wetterland?"

He Ao stared at the man before him. Under the gaze of his divine sense, there was not a trace of energy flowing within the figure. In fact, within the 'vision' of his divine sense, there was no 'life' at the place where the man stood.

What stood before him was not a 'physical entity,' but rather more like an illusory clone.

He Ao focused his mind slightly, sensing the fluctuations in his own consciousness.

This ability appears similar to the 'Dreamweaver' ability previously used by Vader and the man in the officer's uniform, generating a 'dream' superimposed on reality to create the effect of an illusory clone.

Based on previous experience fighting the Dream Weaver, this should only take effect within the range of the user's power.

He Ao raised his head, and the power of his divine sense passed through the ceiling above him. His penetrating gaze quickly swept across the rooftop, where an existence with energy intensity exceeding the C-level limit was standing in the very center.

It seems that was the true form of the mysterious person.

"Either is fine. A name is just a label. So much time has passed that I can't even remember my original name anymore. If you'd like, you can call me Dr. Wells. For a long time, I actually thought that our last meeting was our last."

Dr. Wells glanced around at the photos, his gaze settling on He's upturned head. He chuckled softly, "It seems you have indeed gained some extraordinary power from that ritual I still don't know about."

He turned around and walked up the spiral staircase step by step. "Although you are now standing in front of me, I still find it hard to believe that you were able to find me. In fact, the last time I saw you in this identity was eleven years ago. Even for superhumans, that is a long time ago, not to mention that you were not a superhuman back then."

He turned to look at He Ao, "Where did I go wrong?"

"You did a perfect job."

With a calm expression, He Ao walked up the spiral staircase step by step. His figure quickly surpassed 'Wells' who was slowly walking up the stairs, and continued forward to the rooftop. "In fact, my memory has indeed become somewhat blurred."

At the top of the stairs was a small sunroom made entirely of glass, with rows of bookshelves lined up against the glass wall behind the stairs. A double-pane glass door connected the sunroom to the balcony outside. This sunroom was actually 'Dr. Wells' office.

However, Wells was not in the office at the moment, but on the rooftop outside the sunroom.

He stood under the rooftop lights, his back to He Ao, looking up at the stars in the sky.

Through the open glass door, He Ao watched the figure standing in the center of the rooftop. Behind He Ao, the figure slowly ascending the stairs gradually disappeared and eventually returned to nothingness.

"What you're saying has only piqued my curiosity."

The figure turned around and stared at He Ao. "What makes you suspicious?"

"Dr. Wells and"

Unlike the mysterious figure, Dr. Wells has a clearly documented and verifiable identity; it's a trustworthy social identity. I think this should also be the identity you use publicly, since the Huierme board of directors wouldn't trust a mysterious figure with an unknown background.

He Ao glanced at his figure, picked up the bone axe, and walked step by step toward the rooftop. "Theoretically speaking, unless absolutely necessary, you would not intertwine your two identities, one in the light and one in the dark, thus increasing the chances of being exposed."

"But things don't always go as planned in this world. After you fell out with my father, he stopped sharing the core information about the ritual arrays he was researching with you. Even after you killed my father, you still didn't get that part of the core information."

“My father is a very family-oriented person, you know him well, so you guess he may have shared this knowledge with his family, at least my mother should know something.”

"But it's clear that you didn't directly use your supernatural powers to acquire knowledge from my mother, otherwise none of this would have happened."

"Your mother is a very determined person,"

Wells seemed lost in some kind of memory. He shrugged and said, "I cannot use my master's power to directly erode her soul or peer into her deepest thoughts from a distance."

He looked up at him, his body already past the glass door. "So, you have to approach her under the guise of being a psychologist and try to get information out of her."

“Indeed, this is a flaw; it actually exposes my two identities to you.”

Wells chuckled. "But I think I handled it very well. For a long period of time, measured in decades, you never doubted me, did you?"

"The ability to be ignored and forgotten,"

He Ao walked down the steps in front of the door. "This ability is so useful that even when you are using the identity of Dr. Wells, you will subconsciously use this ability to cover up the traces of your actions."

He Ao calmly looked at him. "People tend to develop a habitual dependence in comfortable environments, don't they?"

Wells' smile gradually faded; he had realized where his 'mistake' lay.

"You took my father's hard drive containing important research data, as well as my mother's unfinished manuscript."

"You were the only person besides me, my mother, and my wife who might have been in my house before my mother committed suicide, yet you were not suspected at all."

He Ao walked towards him step by step, "Even regarding my mother's suicide, as the psychiatrist who was most likely to know the inside story and treated my mother, you were not questioned or suspected at all. Is that reasonable?"

At this point, He Ao paused, "Of course, under the influence of your twisted thinking ability, everything was reasonable. At the time, I had no doubt that you used an ability that you shouldn't have used under your public identity because you were afraid that your public identity would be exposed."

"So when did you start to doubt me?"

Wells stared at Howe.

"In fact, I would doubt the time it took to confirm your identity."

long,"

He replied naturally, "After escaping your pursuit, I realized very early on that I didn't have your appearance in my memory, and I couldn't identify the true identity of the 'mysterious man.' Of course, at that time I still knew nothing about you."

"The point that changed my thinking was that night when I returned to the old house to search for the knowledge left by my father. There, I encountered the surveillance tentacles you had set up, and the bookshelves covering those tentacles. That's when I realized something."

"—Why are you so familiar with my house? You even know the exact location of the bookshelves."

"Of course, at that time my suspicions were still that you managed to sneak into my house, after all, there are many ways for superhumans to infiltrate a residence."

"Or you could have used those surveillance tentacles to spy on the layout of my home, which is easy to explain."

"However, these reasons do not explain why my mother would 'commit suicide'?"

"As you said, my mother has always been an optimistic and cheerful person. Even though my father's death caused her great pain, she did not break down. However, a year after my father's death, she suddenly committed suicide."

"Although there were many unusual behaviors that foreshadowed her final actions, in my understanding, she was not the kind of person who would commit suicide so easily. At that time, I remembered the hard drive that went missing from the house and my mother's lost manuscripts."