Life Dungeon Game

The rain cast mottled patterns on the coffee shop's floor-to-ceiling windows.

Pedestrians come and go outside the window: begging children, homeless people, armed gangsters, suited office workers sitting on buses, luxury cars crossing ponds, and magnificent skyscrapers with dazzling neon lights in the distance, all forming the same picture.

"You cried?"

Dressed in casual clothes, DeSanchet walked to the table and sat down opposite the woman.

"I won't cry,"

The woman brought the coffee to her lips, her eyes, gleaming with a wine-red light, gazing out the window. "Prosthetic eyes don't shed tears."

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A giant advertising screen is displaying today's news.

"This is Witland TV, welcome to tonight's broadcast."

"The controversial Senate election that took place not long ago finally came to a close this morning."

"The Trison Group has released an official statement regarding this incident."

"The core reason that caused this system lag and delayed results."

"It was because an intern employee in the Phoenix System mainframe room, who was doing maintenance, forgot to plug the data cable back in properly when he unplugged it for inspection. This caused some data to fail to be uploaded to the system in time, resulting in the election results being given nine minutes and thirty-seven seconds later than planned."

"All self-tests have been completed and the Phoenix system is functioning normally. Trison Group has dismissed the intern and reserves the right to hold the intern accountable."

"The Trison Group sincerely apologizes to all residents of Whitland for this incident. As compensation, the Trison Group announces that every resident of Whitland can receive a 10% discount coupon based on their identity."

"With this coupon, you can enjoy a 10% discount on Trison Group products at any Trison Group website or store. This offer cannot be combined with other offers."

"Mayor Whitland publicly stated that he supports the Trison Group, believes in the Phoenix System, and that Whitland will continue to use the Phoenix System."

"Due to the system problem and its chain of consequences, the city of Witland and the special committee of the Federal Parliament conducted a manual review of all ballots, and the final result was consistent with the result given by the Phoenix system."

The top three vote-getters in the Senate election were:

"DeSanchez 43.7%, Ned: 18.9%, Walker: "

"DeSanchez ultimately won with an overwhelming majority of support."

He was elected as the new senator of the House of Representatives, becoming the youngest incumbent senator and also the senator with the highest vote share and number of votes in nearly a hundred years.

"It is worth noting that this Senate election produced results that were completely different from the approval ratings. In the reports of major polling companies before the election, DeSantis's approval rating was no higher than 20% until election day, but the actual results far exceeded the estimates of these polls."

"Therefore, some of Ned's supporters believe that DeSanchez's votes were not genuine and that the votes were manipulated."

"However, we can easily see the root of the problem. As you can see from this data table, the number of eligible voters in Wrightland is approximately 1376 million."

"Despite such a large voter base, in previous midterm elections, the number of voters who actually participated in the midterm elections has remained at around 350 million, with a voter turnout of only about 25%."

"In fact, previous senators were elected by this 25% of the population. Voters who are keen to vote mainly live in the St. Rothschild and North Witland districts, which are economically better and less populated."

"Therefore, when conducting support rate surveys, major polling companies use intelligent algorithms to weight the support rates of these two districts in order to more closely reflect the actual situation in previous years, thereby increasing the proportion of support rates of these two districts in the overall support rate."

"Therefore, the approval rating surveys released by these companies are not actually the original data."

"This election has seen a dramatic change, with the total number of votes increasing by a staggering 40% to 500 million, and a voter turnout of 36%."

"This is the first time in nearly fifty years that voter turnout in a midterm election has exceeded 35%."

"The 150 million additional votes came almost entirely from Plant and Ernst districts, which have the largest populations but have historically had very low voter turnouts, and the vast majority of these votes were cast for DeSanchez."

"This made DeSanchez a dark horse, breaking people's preconceived notions and being elected as a senator with an absolute majority."

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Boardroom on the top floor of Huierme Medical Building

The elderly man sitting in the chairman's seat turned off the television, turned to look at the others sitting around the conference table, and slowly spoke, his voice hoarse and deliberate, "What do you think?"

“We have lost a senator’s seat, but that doesn’t mean anything. Senators are assigned by city, and we still control the senators from other cities. Our position in the federal parliament will not be weakened too much. As for DeSanchez, a single senator, he can’t accomplish anything in the parliament.”

A middle-aged man sitting to the left of the old man spoke quickly.

The old man glanced at him but did not comment on his reply. Instead, he looked at the other board members in the seats.

"This trend is very bad,"

Another man, sitting near the center, spoke slowly.

"The majority who should have remained silent are no longer silent. Once there's a first, there will be a second. This is Wetland, the place we've always operated in. The situation here is actually more complicated than in other cities."

"It's much better. If the same thing happened in a small city, not just in the midterm elections, but in the mayoral elections, it would impact the market we've already gained with unknown factors."

His expression was cold. "We must find a way to warn future generations that DeSanke's path is not viable, nor should it be followed."

The old man squinted and didn't reply, but continued to look at the other people.

“A single senator can’t accomplish much, but DeSanchez is different,”

Another elderly man sitting to the right of the old man said in a hoarse voice, "His election did not come from our support, but from the people who supported him. In other words, he has influence in Westland, and this influence can be turned into a weapon to influence the situation at any time."

He paused, then said, "Wells is dead, and Star Pharmaceuticals isn't answering our calls. The gene serum has likely been leaked."

Upon hearing this, the elderly man sitting in the head seat slowly opened his eyes a little. He turned his head slowly and looked at the city under the rain through the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

All eyes in the conference room were on him.

He watched the raindrops splashing on the windowpane, speaking slowly.

"A storm is coming."

-

A bouquet of white flowers was placed in front of the brand-new tombstone, and the breeze flowing through the cemetery ruffled the wine-red hair.

"There's been a lot of rain lately."

"That's what spring is like."

"Are you going to watch the senator's inaugural speech tomorrow?"

"What's so interesting about a senator's inaugural speech? Isn't it the same every year?"

“This time is different, you don’t know, but DeSanchez, who was elected this time, is different from everyone else. And it’s said that he will talk about some issues that are relevant to all of us in his inaugural speech.”

"Are you kidding me? What kind of problem could possibly be relevant to us?"

The passersby who came to pay their respects walked past Hai Xi in a hurry.

A gentle breeze caressed the carved tombstone and the brand-new photograph on it.

The person in the photo looks forward with gentle yet firm eyes, gazing at the world he once cherished.

The next update will be at noon; I need to adjust my schedule.

Chapter 602 But, we remember (End of instance/Two-in-one super large)

Irons FBI Headquarters Building

The glow of the setting sun bathed the open-plan office, where a young man sitting in front of his computer placed his coffee cup next to the keyboard.

"Nock, working overtime again?"

His colleague sitting opposite him stood up and asked him with a smile.

"I haven't finished some things, so I'm just trying to earn some overtime pay to supplement my family's income."

Nock smiled. "Going home?"

"Yes, I have something to do today,"

His colleague waved to him, "I'm going back now, bye-bye."

"Bye-Bye."

Nock waved goodbye to his colleagues.

As fewer and fewer people remained in the office, one light after another went out, and the warm golden sunlight bathed his constantly moving fingertips.

After a long period of work, he stretched and turned to look at the sunset outside the window.

Ding--

At that moment, a crisp sound from the computer caught his attention.

He turned around and looked at the pop-up window in the lower right corner of his computer. It was a new email notification, but it wasn't from his work email; it was from his personal email.

Memories, veiled by time, were once again unveiled in his mind.

It had been a long time since anyone had messaged his private email address. Apart from the ubiquitous sales pitches, the last time he received a message from his private email was almost half a year ago.

He himself has basically stopped using that email address.

Even so, he would still subconsciously log into this email address every day when he went to work.

"Keywords: Huiermei Medical Foundation? Another sales pitch?"

He reached out and opened the email message.

A row of densely packed attachments appeared before his eyes.

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March 17 - Senator's Inaugural Address

"Eight hundred years ago, our ancestors gathered on this land and established the first city, Witland, a beautiful name that signifies glory and hope."

"On this land, we have high walls, cities, and homes where we can settle down in the dangerous wilderness."

"In the vast expanse of time measured in centuries, each of our lives is insignificant."

"But because we are united, we jointly defend the city and civilization, so our lives are long. Generation after generation of people pass on the torch and build our great city together."

“Everyone living in Witland is equal; this is a provision written into the constitution by the founders of Witland.”

"Now, this constitution is in my hands."

"Eight centuries have passed, and in a corner of our city, there is still a group of people who are 'different' from others."

"They do the hardest and dirtiest jobs in the city, eat the worst food, and live in a small, dirty, and cramped patch of land."

"Yes, some of you may have already guessed it, I'm talking about scavengers."