Life Dungeon Game

The sound echoed in the dim light, growing louder as it approached, like the scythe of death scraping the ground, drawing ever closer.

"Damn it."

The cat, leaning against a man behind a fallen, massive machine cabinet, spat and dragged its blood-stained left leg back from behind the cabinet.

He raised his assault rifle, pulled out the magazine, and tossed it aside.

Then his hand groped around his waist until he finally found a magazine deep inside.

"Just one left, they're used up so quickly, blanching."

He inserted the magazine into the rifle and pulled the bolt.

In the silent space, his words echoed amidst the clanging of gun bolts.

The echo was like another person existing in this deathly silence, accompanying him.

He didn't raise his gun immediately. Instead, he waited for the sharp scraping sound to get closer before leaning his body to the edge of the machine cabinet. He raised the gun, aimed it behind him, and pulled the trigger.

Tongues of fire erupted from the muzzle, followed by a barrage of bullets that rained down into the depths of the gray world.

After firing those bullets, the man didn't look at the results behind him, but immediately retreated behind the cabinet.

In fact, he couldn't see what was happening behind him either.

The monsters were hidden in the shadows, and their exact location was impossible to see. Relying on sight would easily lead to missing the target. He could only locate them by sound and intuition.

As he pulled away, he clearly heard the dull thud of a bullet entering flesh.

The two closest, sharp voices had disappeared, and now the nearest voice was quite a distance away.

He crouched down and glanced at another dilapidated metal 'bunker' in the dim light ahead.

Holding the gun, he crawled forward, his arms constantly shifting for support, dragging his injured leg and body.

Suddenly, a terrifying ghost face appeared in his field of vision, staring at him and grinning sharply.

His movements froze, and he instinctively raised his gun to fire, but in the blink of an eye, the ghostly face disappeared.

"Damn it, it's another stupid hallucination."

He cursed under his breath and continued forward, soon reaching a new bunker.

He first climbed his upper body inside, and then dragged his injured leg behind the bunker.

“You bastard, Grandpa’s still alive.”

He spat, glanced at the rifle in his hand, and then looked at the area ahead.

There were no more new cover ahead, and the dim lights had been completely extinguished, leaving only a deep darkness.

The man didn't know what was in the darkness, but he figured it was probably something worse.

The man felt intense pain from the wound on his thigh, and dizziness caused by prolonged blood loss filled his mind.

The sharp sound rang out behind him again, gradually approaching from afar.

“狗

"You bastards, you're messing with me, aren't you?"

The man turned around, leaned out from behind cover, aimed at the direction of the sound, and pulled the trigger.

A series of soft, muffled groans followed.

That was the sound of a bullet hitting a monster.

The man turned around and gazed into the deep darkness.

He pulled out the magazine and glanced at it; there were only enough bullets left for him to fire another burst.

There was no suitable cover ahead, and he could no longer crawl forward.

He knew very well the habits of the monsters behind him.

Whenever he was exposed to the monsters' sight, they would rush over and swarm him.

So he had been using cover and shadows to conceal himself, moving cautiously from one cover to another as he advanced.

Now that there is no cover ahead, he has no way to conceal himself and will be torn apart by the surging monsters as he moves forward.

The sharp, scraping sounds behind us slowly drew closer once more.

At first, he would feel inexplicably irritated when he heard this sound, but now he has gradually gotten used to it.

A mist seemed to spread through the void, followed by the sound of gongs fading into the distance.

There seemed to be some kind of staggering figures forming a long procession in the mist, moving slowly through it.

"This hallucination is quite fitting, it's sending me off to my grave ahead of time."

From the moment he entered this place, various bizarre scenes would occasionally flash in his vision, overlapping with the real world.

And now, it seems that as his life gradually fades away, these bizarre hallucinations are appearing more and more frequently.

In fact, it would be fine if such a bizarre hallucination appeared in the real world, at most it would cause him some fear, but if it appeared in this area which is already bizarre and grotesque, it would seriously interfere with his cognition.

Several times, he turned his hallucinations into reality, wasting ammunition, or he turned reality into a hallucination, getting hit by monsters and getting several wounds.

Even now, he still hasn't fully distinguished between reality and illusion, but that no longer matters.

Anyway, he's going to die soon.

"Damn it, I shouldn't have come to join this fun."

He missed his mother's millet porridge.

However, he didn't really regret it. Everyone who entered the ruins knew that they might die inside.

He was also prepared for death.

Dying in such a deserted place, unknown to anyone, must have felt somewhat humiliating.

He leaned out and emptied the gun in one go.

Then, with the sound of bullets piercing flesh, he threw the rifle in his hand to the ground, pulled out the short knife strapped to his thigh, and said, "You bastards, let's see if your claws are sharper than my knife."

He looked at the dark passage ahead.

Perhaps if he rushed out directly, he would still have a glimmer of hope.

He has already defeated the monster at the front, but it will take time for the monsters behind to catch up.

Moreover, judging from the fact that only one or two of these monsters ever reach the front, it's clear that...

Perhaps he can repel the first two monsters that approach, and then jump into that dark area.

Even in complete darkness, these monsters might not be able to see him.

Perhaps, I can survive.

The hope of life gave him new support.

He struggled to his feet, enduring the excruciating pain in his legs, and assumed a sprinting stance.

At that very moment, a dark shadow suddenly fell from above his head.

It was a humanoid 'life' about the same height as a normal person, but it had no skin, and its blood vessels and muscles were exposed. Thin metal wires were threaded between the muscles and blood vessels.

It raised its head and stared at the man.

Where the eyes used to be, there are now only two bloody, empty holes.

It wore a gray-black helmet on its head.

The helmet was pressed tightly against its head, as if embedded in its skull.

"Is it another hallucination?"

The man raised his short sword and slashed at the helmet on the monster's head.

Having witnessed the previous battles, he had discovered that this mechanical helmet was the monster's true 'control center'.

The monster raised its hand, its fingers covered in hard, metallic claws.

scandium--

The sharp claws blocked the man's attack.

Not an illusion? !

The man was taken aback. Weren't the monsters behind them supposed to catch up after a while?

Just then, a gray light suddenly flowed across the gray-black helmet on the monster's head.

This was a sight the man had never seen before.

He suddenly changed his move, taking advantage of the instant the light path lit up, his blade sliced ​​through the claws, severing the monster's neck in one strike.

As the monster's head flew off, the man, enduring the excruciating pain in his leg, rolled forward, increasing the distance between himself and the monster.

At that moment, his gaze fell upon the spot behind him.

A series of cold, gray lights appeared densely in the area behind him.

One by one, the distorted 'figures' slowly stood up and stared at the man.

They were standing behind the cover the man had just taken.

"They're really messing with me."

The man gave a wry smile and picked up the short knife in his hand.

These monsters were never defeated, and they didn't need to make a sound by scraping the ground with their claws as they walked; they simply disguised themselves as such and then 'taunted' the men.

Now, as the man approached the dark area, the 'teasing' finally came to an end.

The severed head rolled to the feet of another monster, which then picked it up.

Countless gray lights shimmered in the darkness as these monsters raised their metal claws and charged toward the man.

"Bring it on, you bastards."

The man picked up a short knife.

Instead of retreating, he charged towards the monsters wielding their sharp claws.

His dagger clashed with the claws, and almost instantly, the sturdy dagger was knocked away.