Life Dungeon Game

"Woo——"

The bustling and magnificent city of Whitland resembles an isolated island floating on the waves, with surging waves crashing against its towering walls. And in the deep, desolate ocean, a shadow even larger than the city itself is emerging from the deepest part of the sea.

The instant He Ao gazed upon this vast and terrifying shadow, his vision suddenly went black, tinged with a crimson hue that obscured his eyes. Endless, chaotic thoughts exploded in his mind, like countless tentacles reaching out from the deep sea, violently tearing at his soul and dragging him into an endless abyss.

"It seems you're trying to pry into things you shouldn't be prying into."

Wells looked at How's eyes, which had instantly lost their luster and were now filled with bloody tears, and chuckled softly.

He did not attack Heo, but instead turned his gaze to the countdown in the distance.

"So this is indeed a ritual,"

He Ao's vision, previously obscured by a sea of ​​crimson, gradually returned. His expression remained calm; this level of injury was only slightly more than what he usually suffered when spying on secrets. He was already used to it.

"Guiding people's thoughts, making..."

Are their thoughts heading in a predetermined direction, riding the 'waves of thought'?

He gazed calmly at Wells, "When everyone's thoughts converge on a certain point, your 'great being' can then return from the depths of thought?"

"It seems you have a very deep understanding of the occult."

Wells smiled and returned Heo's gaze.

"There are many ways to stimulate thinking, and many events that can achieve the same effect, but you only chose elections,"

He looked at Wells and said, "This ceremony focuses not only on the process, but also on the 'result'."

"Elections are not only the most influential 'thought choices' in the city, but they also have another attribute: they are one of the most credible events in the city, and they are 'immediate'. Usually, the moment the election ends is the moment the results are announced."

"And what you need is the process of 'announcing the results,' and the ceremony is complete when the results are announced."

Because it uses fully electronic, real-time voting without human intervention, federal elections essentially have no verification process; results are available immediately after the election ends.

"That's brilliant reasoning. I doubt even the mysterious entity you sought help from would know such detailed information."

Wells looked at Heo and said, "You deduced the general outline of the ritual from just a few details. Your intelligence far surpasses that of your parents. I am not at all surprised that my mercenaries and men died at your hands."

He paused, then raised his hand to Heo. "Jess, the surprise you gave me today is greater than the total of the previous ten years combined. If you had shown this kind of wisdom ten years ago, perhaps I would have considered taking you in as my master's servant, and we could both gain immortality in the new world."

"So, what do the people involved in this ritual give up?"

He Ao gripped the axe handle, his voice calm.

“Jace, this short-sighted kindness will become a high wall hindering your growth,”

Wells looked at Heo, his orange-yellow eyes devoid of any emotion. "The people of this city will become part of the great gods, merging with the great being that is resurrected. That will be their honor."

"Unfortunately, your god is dead."

Heo raised the bone axe and walked step by step toward Wells.

Everything in this world is 'arrived'; only those that are no longer in this world are 'returned'.

“I suggest you stop your ‘ritual’.”

He suddenly threw the bone axe from his hand.

In Witland, it is legal to take some measures to stop someone from committing a harmful act.

"Even in eternal slumber, the master's will can still interfere with this world. Isn't this proof of His immense power?"

Wells was not angry when he heard Heo's words. He jumped back to dodge Heo's attack and further distanced himself from Heo, and still answered calmly.

"There are many dead guys who want to return to history, but the world is too crowded. Those who are already dead are better off going back to their coffins."

坚硬

The bone axe slammed into the huge signboard of the 'Whereme Medical Research Building' not far from Wells. A cold wind swept across He's cheek. He pulled sharply, drawing the bone axe back into his hand, and then flew rapidly toward Wells.

A vast and terrifying pressure emerged from the depths of the endless ocean of thought, and the enormous shadow that emerged from the deepest part of the ocean was already close to the 'surface'.

Even without activating his super memory, He Ao could vaguely see the entire city being covered by the shadow of a colossal object.

He saw once again the same tentacles that had covered the sky the night before, but they were merely the whiskers on the surface of this colossal object.

The city lights still shone brightly, and people came and went as usual between the buildings. Today was the same as usual, yet it also seemed different from usual.

People move through the vast shadows without even realizing it.

At this moment, the shadows of Vitland under the night sky finally revealed their full form.

"Jace, do you know where your problem lies?"

Wells watched as Heo rushed towards him, adjusted his stance to create distance, and then slowly pulled out the cork from the gene serum test tube in his hand.

The countdown on the building below has only five seconds left.

"Your foolish kindness is your shackle. As long as this shackle exists, no matter how clever you are, your actions will be under my control. You cannot escape the cage I have drawn. Everything you do is just part of the story I have pre-written. It's all over now, kind little thing."

He dodged He's bone axe that he threw again, raised the test tube, turned his back to the countdown screen, and smiled. "Who do you think is the person I chose who should ultimately be selected?"

The cold test tube was brought to his lips. "Is it Ned? No,"

The massive countdown has reached zero.

"Woo——"

The soul-stirring sound resounded throughout the city.

The countdown advertising screen instantly switched to the studio, "For our viewers, the midterm elections are over. Let's see who has been elected..."

As Heo approached, Wells shook his head, raised the gene serum in his hand, poured it into his mouth, and named the person he had chosen.

"It's DeSanchez."

-

DeSanchez and Hesy, sitting in the lecture hall, clenched their fists and stared at the huge screen.

The Phoenix System will immediately publish the names of the elected individuals on the official website of the Whitland City Government, 'Ellens Palace', while those in the news broadcast rooms have already opened the webpage through special media network channels, waiting for this final moment.

Staff members standing near the venue also stared at the screens above their heads, waiting for the final moment when the answer would be revealed.

Then they saw the host's gaze shift from anticipation to shock, then to confusion. The host looked up, awkwardly glancing at the camera.

"Excuse me, everyone, there seems to be a minor system malfunction."

A huge webpage was projected onto the screen. The webpage was very simple, with the emblem of Witland-Laurens Palace in the upper right corner, and a large black screen in the middle with only a simple line of text.

[The system is verifying the ballots, please wait...]

Upon seeing this interface, everyone

Everyone was stunned.

Hai Xi immediately raised her bracelet and accessed the official website of the Ailanse Palace. The normally fast network connection suddenly became slow.

The page is stuck loading.

This proves that at this moment, many people are trying to access the official website of the Palace of Ellensard.

Hai Xi refreshed the webpage again and again.

Finally, after countless attempts, the webpage loaded.

Hayes stared at the simple text on the screen that was identical to the one on the advertisement screen, then shifted her gaze to DeSanchez beside her.

At that moment, DeSanke was also looking at the interface on his wristband.

At that moment, both of them realized something at the same time.

The Phoenix system is malfunctioning.

-

"Jace, are you surprised?"

Wells put down the empty test tube, his expression calm.

"Who becomes a senator is not important to me; what I care about is who can bring the greatest effect to the ceremony."

"The Huierme Foundation did indeed support Ned, but he was too stupid, so stupid that very few people truly supported him, and he had very few ideas that could be mobilized."

"Although I don't like DeSanke at all, by comparison, he is the one who can truly motivate most people and make the ceremony proceed more perfectly."

"But DeSanker's ideas were destined not to be accepted by the conglomerates, nor were they destined to receive their support. Even I couldn't persuade the board of directors of the Wrermite Group to support him, so I could only turn to investing in that idiot Ned."

He spread his hands. "But Jess, what you've done has shown me an interesting turning point. I have great faith in your wisdom, and of course, I have even more faith in your kindness. I know you will definitely help DeSanchez."

"So while you were helping DeSanchez with his campaign, I determined the ultimate goal of the ritual ideology before the ceremony officially began and started guiding people's thinking."

He smiled at Heo and said, "Jess, your performance did not disappoint me. You did even better than I expected. You successfully helped me complete the ceremony, and I should thank you."

He stared at He Ao's face in the night, a hint of mockery appearing in his eyes for the first time.

"Of course, I'm not worried that you'll guess my plan. Even if you know that I've ultimately chosen DeSanchez, you'll still try to help him become a senator. Your kindness won't allow you to let the corporation's representative continue to be a senator in Wetland."

"Your father is stubborn, but you are even more stubborn than him."

"This is a circle, a circle you can't escape. No matter how powerful you are, no matter how intelligent you are, you have weaknesses. You'll be trapped in my circle, at my mercy, just like how you researched gene potions for me and pushed the ritual to its most perfect state."

"Jace, the person who understands you best in this world is actually me."

He crushed the glass test tube in his hand, letting the dust scatter in the wind. "Don't worry, you, DeSanke, and that scavenger will all become part of a great existence tonight. It's your honor."

"Are you finished?"

Heo raised the bone axe and pointed to the screen on the building behind Wells. "Don't you think something's wrong?"

"Woo——"

That seemed

The screams that echoed deep within the soul still reverberated around, and the terrifying shadows still filled the space between the gleaming buildings.

However, that was all; the ceremony seemed to have reached a certain critical point, and then could not go any further.

The outdoor advertising screens are silent; they rely on AI to match the subtitles. Wells couldn't hear the voices from the advertising screens behind him, so he turned to look at them.

When the simple line of text on the screen appeared in Wells's field of vision, his body stiffened briefly.

At this moment, Heo looked at him, spoke, threw the bone axe, and quickly approached Wells.

"Waitland Entertainment Media, a legendary company that has only been around for a few decades, has in just a few decades developed into Waitland's only privately owned media group that can rival the media division of the Trison Group."

“From the day Wintland Entertainment Media was founded, you have served as the company’s chief consultant. Of course, it is normal for a media company to hire a psychologist as a consultant.”