Life Dungeon Game

I just saw it; there are monsters like this everywhere outside, and we can't get out.

The power went out, but luckily the ventilation system was still working, so we didn't suffocate. Of course, Sven lay in the corner without saying a word. Sometimes, I feel like I'm on a vast grassland surrounded by plump sheep. Their fat must be delicious.

I dream less often now; most of the time, I dream about fat sheep.

He Ao turned his gaze away from the monitor and continued walking forward.

There were still monitors constantly lighting up ahead.

On each of these monitors, only one sentence was written in bright red font.

I'm so hungry!

I'm so hungry!

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He Ao looked past three or four monitors before finally seeing the new content.

I found a sheep in the corner, it looks delicious.

Oh no, Sven caught me eating lamb! I invited him to join me for a taste, but he seems scared? I gave him a small piece of energy bar that I found on the lamb.

I gave it to him.

I don't know why, but Sven is avoiding me. It's okay, I'm not that hungry anymore. The lamb is so delicious.

Happy times are always short-lived; the lamb is almost gone.

Sven ran over to tell me that he had found a new sheep in the corner and invited me over to taste it with him. I knew he would have a way.

He finished reading the text on the screen, but the next screen did not light up immediately as before.

After a brief period of darkness, a faint, flickering light slowly appeared not far in front of He Ao.

This time, the monitor lit up, and the background noise kept flickering, with blood-red text covering the entire screen.

The goat attacked me, and I killed it.

The goat meat was very fresh this time, and the bones were crisp. It's a pity Sven is nowhere to be found, otherwise I could have invited him to eat goat meat with me.

I don't know why, but even though I'm very full, I'm getting hungrier and hungrier.

I'm so hungry!

I'm so hungry now that I've finished eating the goat meat!

I think I hear sheep bleating outside the gate. Maybe I can open the gate a little and let them in.

All the text ends here.

No new monitor lit up.

He looked up and saw faint lights twinkling at the end of the road ahead.

There was also a gate there, and it wasn't locked.

That should be the gate leading to the elevator area.

At this moment, the monitor in front of He Ao did not turn off. The monitor flickered and the screen suddenly switched to a completely black screen.

The camera then pans to a gate that is partially open.

At the gate, two people were pulling a switch to close the gate.

One person was thin with short, choppy brown hair, while the other was short and stocky with short, orange hair.

At that moment, the short, stocky man was leaning against the man with short, brown, choppy hair, smiling as he spoke in Tia.

“Lord Iver, that fool from Middle-earth is really stupid. He thinks we’re really going to treat him as an ally. In reality, he’s just a tool. Hahaha.”

The language of Tia was not only used by the Tia Empire. In the western lands, some small countries and countries that were deeply influenced by the Tia Empire also used Tia as one of their official languages.

"Ah."

Iver, with his short, choppy brown hair, nodded slightly, but he didn't give a clear response to the short, stocky man's words. Instead, he gestured for the man to turn on his flashlight and carefully observe the dark surroundings.

"Lord Iver, I feel like this place isn't recorded in the organization's files."

The short, stocky man looked around. "Is this really a ruin?"

“It should be,” Iver said softly. “The writing, architectural style, and design aesthetics are all the same as those of the ruins. We must have come to a ruin area that no one has ever been before.”

"Really?"

The short, stocky man's eyes lit up. "Then there are lots of good stuff here, won't I be rich?"

"Ok?"

Iver glanced at the short, stocky man.

"It was you who sent it, it was you who sent it!"

The short, stocky man immediately bowed and said obsequiously, "I'm willing to..."

Lord Iver served him faithfully, like a dog or a horse.

"rest assured,"

Iver withdrew his gaze and continued to carefully examine the surrounding space. "I won't treat you unfairly. Any good things found in here will definitely be yours."

"Yes Yes Yes."

The short, stocky man immediately bowed and smiled, "Lord Iver, please feel free to ask if there's anything you need from me."

Iver glanced at him but said nothing.

The two of them continued forward.

Suddenly, the monitors beside them lit up.

"Ah!" The short, stocky man took a half step back. "What the hell was that? It scared the hell out of me."

"It looks like writing from ruins, but it's not the kind of writing commonly used."

Iver walked up to the monitor and glanced at it.

At that moment, the new monitor also lit up.

Their attention was drawn to the new monitor, and they continued walking forward.

"What kind of nonsense is written on this?"

The short, stocky man looked at the screens and said, "I can't understand any of them, but they're all made to look intimidating."

He tucked his arm around his shoulder and instinctively hid behind Iver, saying, "It's a bit cold in here."

Iver looked up at him.

Then he obediently walked back and stood in front of Iver, and the two continued walking forward.

"Lord Iver, that idiot from the research institute should be dead by now, right?"

The short, stocky man walked ahead, seemingly recalling something pleasant. "Those who can enter the ruins are all highly talented individuals within the region. If we take down such people and return, the organization will definitely reward us."

"Um"

Iver ignored him and continued to look around at the bloody words on the monitor. He didn't seem to recognize the words, but he wanted to memorize them.

His expression was solemn, as if he had also realized that this area was not simple.

These two, who didn't need to carefully read the text and were just skimming through it, were much faster than He Ao.

Soon, they reached the last monitor.

"Lord Iver, what is this black video on the monitor? And that helmeted monster from before is in it too!"

The short, stocky man stared at the monitor. "This monster seems to have followed the same path as us."

At that moment, the screen in He Ao's eyes flickered, revealing the short, stocky man's face, as if He Ao was looking at the short, stocky man from the screen's perspective.

At the same time, the reflection of the monitor in the short, stocky man's pupils flickered, seemingly changing from a scene into a line of blood-red text.

Then He Ao saw a puzzled expression on the face of the short, stocky man in the picture.

"Lord Iver, this line of text..."

The short, stocky man asked with some confusion.

"What? You recognize these words?"

Iver, who was behind him, quickly turned his gaze away from what was directly in front of him and spoke.

“I don’t know him,” the short, stocky man shook his head, “but for some reason, I understand what he means. He’s asking me, ‘A sheep or a person?’ What a strange question. Of course I’m a person.”

At that moment, Iver looked down at the screen, his expression changed, and he took a half step back.

Almost at the same moment the short, stocky man answered, the image in his pupils flickered again.

This time, the image seemed to resemble his own.

"This monitor! This monitor!"

He stepped back, and then something seemed to appear off-screen. The short, stocky man's gaze shifted to it, then his expression changed, his voice trembled, and he quickened his pace to retreat.

"What are you? Why are you giving me this? You want me to eat it? I don't want to eat this! Don't come any closer! Lord Iver, help!"

Just then, a hand reached out from the darkness and slapped him towards the thing that was walking out of the frame.

Immediately afterwards, Iver's figure flickered forward and disappeared from the screen.

"Iver... Help... glug..."

Bright red blood spread across the floor.

He Ao looked up from the monitor and glanced down at his feet.

He was standing on blood that hadn't completely dried yet.

He looked up at the monitor.

The monitor no longer displayed the surveillance-like image; instead, it reverted to displaying a line of large, blood-red text.

Are you a human or a sheep?

Upon seeing these words, He Ao reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword on his back, channeling his divine sense into his eyes.

The screen flickered and slowly transformed into the back of someone carrying a bone sword.