Life Dungeon Game

In this 'dream', hypermemory can be used.

"It seems you still have tricks up your sleeve that you haven't shown me yet,"

Wells looked at Heo and said, "I'm getting more and more curious about which hidden being you've established a connection with, but that's not important anymore. Your soul is rapidly weakening, and you probably can't repeat the burst of power you just unleashed."

He raised his hand, and the illusory power coalesced into a huge tentacle shadow. This shadow attacked Heo, attempting to control him once again. "If this is all you can do, then your dream of becoming a savior will shatter along with the life of your lowly insect."

"I am not a savior, nor have I ever thought of being one,"

He Ao activated the power of his super memory to sever the illusory tentacles that were trying to clamp him down again. He then staggered to his feet, a blood-stained pendant falling from his collar and swaying gently with his movements.

The enormous, illusory tentacles plunged into the scorching lava, splashing up waves of flame.

He slowly raised his left hand and grasped his chest.

The pendant reads, "I am just a child, a husband, a ghost who has lost everything and is still alive in this world."

Then, he exerted force suddenly, and with a crisp sound, the suspension rope snapped, and the pendant hanging in front of his chest was pulled off.

The tightly closed pendant opened in his palm, and he looked at the three gentle figures in the pendant's photograph.

"If you hadn't come into my and my family's lives, none of this would have happened."

At the same time, he raised his right hand and opened it upwards.

A phantom wooden box materialized in his hands, with purple light flowing within it.

"What do you want to do?"

Wells seemed to realize something; he took a half step back and looked up at Heo.

Heo raised his head and calmly looked at Wells in front of him. "This is something my father made for you. It's a memento he left behind."

The wooden box opened automatically, revealing the object inside.

It was a purple light and shadow.

Things that cannot be represented in the real world take on a physical form in this dream.

"Your divine body is not something you alone possess."

Purple light spilled from the wooden box and fell into He Ao's palm.

“Woo—”

The enormous shadows around him emitted long howls, and thoughts of anger exploded in He's mind.

However, He Ao's actions were not affected by this illusory anger. The powerful purple light landed in his hand, like a bridge connecting him with the terrifying being beyond the dream.

A terrifying and vast power invaded He's body through this erosion.

The clamor, like that of millions of people shouting at the same time, filled He Ao's mind, interfering with his thinking and eroding his will.

An invisible connection was also established between He'ao and the dream world.

At this moment, He Ao also gained partial control over this dream.

"broken!"

The cracked sky shattered with a deafening roar, revealing a dazzling array of stars.

"Don't even think about it!"

Wells arched his back, and the enormous, illusory tentacles that had pierced his back emerged, constantly filling his body.

He lay prostrate on the ground, his clothes torn apart by grotesque, twisted flesh.

A powerful will hindered Heo's actions.

The giant rock beneath their feet suddenly rose up, shooting straight into the sky and transforming into a dazzling skyscraper.

He looked at his palm, and the bone axe that had shattered in the dream reappeared in his hand.

The divine sense can now be used again.

He returned to reality, but not completely.

The stars still twinkled in the sky, and He Ao was still standing on the Huiermei Medical Research Building, while around the building, the raging sea of ​​fire continued.

He Ao glanced at the purple light in his hand, crushed it, and it turned into scattered purple spots that flowed in all directions.

This radiance was embedded by He'ao into a control array that pointed towards himself, and He'ao could always sense its presence.

Just now in the dream, Wells destroyed the wooden box in Heo's hand, but Heo did not feel the light inside the box and lost contact.

At that time, Heo realized that Wells could not destroy the contents of the wooden box and was very wary of the items inside.

Strictly speaking, the body in the wooden box is the same as the body formed after Wells took the gene-enhancing drug.

Everything is a medium through which the power of Wells's dead god descended, and it has a high affinity with that god's power.

This dream was created with the power of that 'god', so He Ao tried to summon the body in the wooden box and establish a connection with that 'god'. Then he gained control of the dream.

Unfortunately, Wells' original permissions were still slightly higher than He's pirated version, so He's couldn't completely destroy the dream, and Wells could still receive blessings within it.

However, in this state where reality and dreams overlap, both Heo and Wells have returned to physical form, which means that Heo can now harm Wells.

No longer the helpless figure in the dream.

Heo placed the wooden box on the ground, raised his head, and looked at Wells in front of him.

A massive and terrifying illusory shadow was constantly pouring into Wells' body, stretching his form and twisting it into a huge and grotesque lizard monster.

The lizard monster's upper body was perched on the rooftop of the building, staring at He Ao, while its lower body was completely illusory, connected to the huge shadow below the building.

"Jace!"

Wells opened his massive jaws at Heo, his sharp claws tearing through the rooftop floor as easily as slicing through paper. "You are blaspheming the great god! You damned insect! How dare you presume upon the body of a deity!!!"

Even an unused body is still a divine body.

"Oh,"

He Ao glanced at the scattered purple light and said, "Your god is very useful."

"Jace!!!"

Wells stared with wide, crimson eyes, opened his massive jaws to reveal sharp fangs, and roared, "I'll cut off your limbs, gouge out your eyes, sever your tongue, and throw you into a petri dish, so your soul will forever be trapped in an inescapable nightmare!!!"

"Are you angry?"

Howo gripped the axe handle and looked at Wells with a smile.

He removed the pendant from his chest, tossed it behind him, and, carrying the long bone axe, walked step by step toward the enormous Wells.

The stars shone on the hem of his clothes and on his face, which was still wet with blood and tears.

He laughed out loud.

"Are you thinking that you must kill this damned beast, kill this bastard, no matter the cost, no matter the sacrifice of my life, my soul, everything?"

Heo looked up at Wells with a grin, "Isn't this the anger you wanted?"

The power of super memory is added to a powerful physical body, and a keen sense of consciousness reflects the flowing musical score of the world.

The pristine white bone axe swung, unleashing a deafening sonic boom.

“You killed my father, you killed my mother, you killed my wife, and now you want me to work for you with a heart full of rage.”

The sharp axe blade clashed with the claws covered in bone armor.

The flying fragments of bone armor mixed with purple blood fell in the air as dim raindrops.

"Isn't this the kind of anger you wanted?"

The axe blade, embedded in flesh and blood, was pulled out and hurled towards the enormous head in the sky.

"Why don't you like this anger when it's directed at you?"

With a deafening roar and the clang of metal clashing, He Ao's figure was swatted away by the sharp giant claws, crashing into the concrete ground and creating a dent in the surface.

A blood-stained hand emerged from the crater, and He Ao, clinging to the broken steel bars in the wall, slowly pulled himself out of the crater.

“Jace, in this world, some people are just background, just insects, destined to give their lives for a great cause. It is an honor for your parents and your wife to give their lives for the return of the great being.”

Wells opened his enormous, slimy maw. "You'll be joining them soon too."

"I will go,"

He Ao staggered to his feet, his blood-covered hands gripping the bone axe tightly. "But I think they'd rather see you first."

Tomorrow's mission complete

I'm stuck on writing today, but I've been stuck for a long time.

Let me sort this out.

Chapter 600 The Fallen Shadow (Mission Completed - Two-in-One Super Chapter)

"Then let's give it a try!!!"

The enormous lizard monster roared and suddenly leaped into the shadows behind it. The next instant, it appeared behind He Ao, opening its massive maw filled with fangs and biting down on He Ao's body.

As his body gradually transformed into a monster, coupled with the damage inflicted by Heo's recent attacks, Wells's consciousness seemed to be leaning more towards madness.

He had completely transformed into the appearance of that terrifying monster.

boom--

He leaned forward abruptly, rolled away to dodge the attack, and threw his bone axe, which struck the lizard monster's triangular head covered in bone armor.

The sharp axe blade pierced through the bone armor, shattering an energy node hidden beneath it.

At the same time, the lizard monster raised its claws to strike, and He Ao stepped back to the side. The sharp lizard claws almost grazed the hem of his clothes and hit the ground, scattering pebbles everywhere.

After its attack failed, the monster's blood-red vertical pupils stared at He Ao, who had now distanced himself from it, and without hesitation, it leaned back and jumped into the shadows once more.

In this space where dreams and reality intertwine, only the building beneath his feet is the real space that He Ao has transformed back to, while the shadows outside the building remain in the dream.

The monster cleverly took advantage of this, keeping half of its body in the dream and the other half in reality.

In this way, it can both attack Heo in reality and retreat into the dream at any time to conceal its form.

The rooftop of this building is basically like a small isolated island; whenever He Ao leaves one edge, he inevitably moves closer to another.