Life Dungeon Game

"By the way, He Bu,"

At this moment, Zhang Yusi suddenly reached out and pulled out a photo and a pen from behind her back. She looked up, her face slightly flushed, as if she had mustered up a great deal of courage, and asked, "Could you sign this for me?"

He Ao glanced down at the photo, the very one Wu Lan had sent him on the forum. "So, when you two left, were you going to print this photo?"

He smiled, took the pen, and signed his name on the photo.

Zhang Yusi never said she was a fan of He Ao, but when she first entered the Navigator, she used a microcomputer to send He Ao the textual information she had about the first district.

It was at that moment that He Ao saw her lock screen wallpaper.

However, Zhang Yusi quickly put it away, afraid that He Ao would see her wallpaper, so He Ao didn't point it out explicitly.

Of course, while there was a certain inevitability to the fact that He Ao was able to see that wallpaper at the time, luck also played a significant role.

"Minister He, I want one too!"

At this moment, Yuan Guo, who was standing next to her, also took out a photo.

Zhang Yusi, who had just received the autographed photo, widened her eyes in disbelief as she stared at Yuan Guo.

She recalled that when printing the photo, Yuan Guoyi solemnly stated that she was not a fan of He Ao, but simply felt that the photo was indeed of a high artistic level, so she printed a copy to keep.

Yuan Guo looked at Zhang Yusi with a slightly embarrassed expression, "Mainly because He Bu is so famous, if it has an autograph, this photo would have a higher collectible value."

Zhang Yusi squinted, somewhat suspicious.

He Ao smiled and signed his name for Yuan Guo as well.

"Thank you, Director He."

Yuan Guo carefully put the photo in an envelope, and then carefully put it into her pocket under Zhang Yusi's watchful eye.

She gave an awkward laugh. "Yusi, when I get back, I'll treat you to dessert. There's a really delicious dessert place in Dongdu..."

Zhang Yusi glared at her and held up two fingers, "Two meals."

"Okay, okay, Yusi, you're the best."

Yuan Guo and Zhang Yusi leaned against each other.

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He watched the two of them walk away laughing and waving goodbye before getting into a taxi and leaving.

Cars sped by on the side of the road, leaving behind a cacophony of horns.

In the dimly lit street, pedestrians came and went, some with a hint of laughter, passing by him.

The cold wind of the silent night blew by

It touched his cheek, and the trees beside him rustled in the wind.

A fallen leaf landed on his shoulder.

He slowly reached out and picked up the lone fallen leaf.

"Director He, could you sign your name for him too?"

Just then, a sweet, coquettish voice rang out behind him.

He paused, turning around with a hint of surprise on his face.

Wearing a revealing, tight-fitting cheongsam, Wu Lan stood in front of an old-fashioned car that was slowly reversing behind him.

"We only ever hear the laughter of the new bride, but who ever hears the weeping of the old?"

Wu Lan held an orchid in her hand, looking as if she was about to cry. "My little brother He Ao has forgotten his old love after finding a new one. Now he doesn't even recognize his older sister."

He Ao opened his mouth slightly, about to say something, when a figure that was not tall but upright walked up to him. The figure leaned in and carefully examined He Ao's face. "You brat, you seem to have gained weight."

He Ao stared wide-eyed at the figure before him, "Minister Yang? What are you doing...?"

When he called to let Yang De know he was safe, Yang De told him he was on a mission and couldn't answer.

At this moment, the old-fashioned sedan finally came to a stop, and Ji Po, with a smile on his face, got out of the driver's seat. He looked at He Ao, scratched his head, and smiled, "Just got off the plane."

"What," Wu Lan walked over to He Ao with her hands in her pockets, took out a magnifying glass from her chest, and held it to her eyes, "You, as the host, don't welcome us?"

He Ao stared blankly at the three people in front of him. He paused, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

"welcome"

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The quiet moonlight streamed through the car windows onto the long aisle.

He Ao's Hao Yi clone leaned against the door of the first cubicle, gazing at the moonlight outside the window.

In the cubicle behind him was the artificial intelligence 8753, which had been retrieved from the boss's secret base.

It is impossible for a painter to suddenly become a follower of an evil god without any prior connection.

Either he was contaminated inside the ruins.

Or perhaps something from the ruins somehow contaminated him.

The train drove into the depths of the mountains in the dead of night.

He looked up at the sky.

The 'behind-the-scenes man' who has been trying to seize the spacetime coordinates of the main world seems to care a lot about the main world.

He seems to have been 'searching' for the main world.

It started a long, long time ago.

——Two days later——

He Ao locked the hotel room door and drew the curtains.

In the days since his return, he has been taking advantage of the negative effects of the 'nutritional cans' to consume the extraordinary plant and animal materials he obtained from Moonlight and the World Tree.

After consuming all these ingredients, his spiritual consciousness increased by more than three levels, reaching the seventh level.

As the dust settled on the Navigator incident, he vaguely sensed that he had almost completely mastered Hypermemory.

Next, it's just some simple water-milling work.

He sat on the bed in the room, and the countdown in his field of vision gradually reached zero.

[Loading the game.]

Welcome to the Life Dungeon Game!

[You are being randomly matched into a life role.]

[Matching successful]

Your role is: Sito, an employee of the grain group.

Two in one! Requesting votes at the beginning of the month!

Chapter 647 The Tenth Official Dungeon (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

[Age 0: You were born. Your name is Sito. Your father came up with this name on a whim.]

[Age 1: Your mother works as a server at a chain fast-food restaurant, and your father is a baker at a small pastry company.]

[Age 2: You live in St. John's City, a city with many accolades, such as 'the Eastern Breadbasket of the Federation']

[Age 3: You and your parents live in an apartment in the southeast of St. John's City. A bearded man shares the apartment with you; he is a colleague of your father's. He likes you a lot and often buys you candy and snacks.]

[4 years old: Your parents entrust you to a small family-run kindergarten in the nearby community. The principal and a young female teacher are all the staff of the kindergarten.]

The headmistress is a very kind old woman, but the teacher who takes care of you has many tattoos, and you smelled the same pungent smell of smoke on her as your father did. However, she is a very kind and patient person and has never smoked in front of you.

[Age 5: One afternoon, your mother tells you that you have to end your life in kindergarten because the kindergarten you previously attended enrolled far more people than your family kindergarten should be able to enroll, so it has to close down.]

You hear your mother complaining that this kindergarten is the cheapest one in the neighborhood.

Over the next month, your mother used her after-get off work hours to take you to all the nearby kindergartens. Ultimately, you chose a chain kindergarten and enrolled in their lowest-priced daycare service.

[Age 6: You have successfully enrolled in the nearby community primary school. Many of the children in the school are your classmates from kindergarten.]

Parents work very late every day, and the community elementary school provides additional after-school care services, but there is an extra fee for this service.

Your parents didn't purchase after-school care for you, but many children at your school don't either, and you usually gather together to play after school.

[At age 7: You've learned to bake bread on your own. It's not difficult. Just put the bread in the old, faded bread machine, press the button, and wait for it to 'ding'.]

[Age 8: You are the earliest riser in the family. You learned to fry steak, but you are too short to reach the stove, so you need to move a small stool to stand on. Most of the time there is no steak at home, so you also learned to fry chicken cutlets.]

Your mother often chats with you during mealtimes. She mentions a very advanced steak grilling machine. You just need to put the steak in, and the machine will automatically identify the doneness of the steak and control the heat. Moreover, it can grill a lot of steaks at once.

The restaurant where she works has this machine, but it's mainly used to fry hamburger patties. There are cameras all around, and employees who steal food from it face hefty fines.

[Age 9: Father found a new job at a starch synthesis plant, with an hourly wage 1 federal dollar higher than before.]

Your mother returned home excitedly, showing you her newly bought 'fresh steak,' and very seriously telling you that this steak is completely different from the artificial meat steaks you've eaten before.

thing.

You can't tell much difference between this steak and the steaks you've had before; you might even think the steaks you had before were more fragrant and stimulating. But your parents seem to enjoy it very much.

You know this steak was probably expensive because Mom sold all the recyclable trash you'd been saving up for a long time.

[10 years old: Your grades are very good, but it doesn't really matter. Teachers don't care much about your grades. Only the science teacher will occasionally tell you to study hard and try to go to university.]

[11 years old: One day on your way to school, it suddenly started raining heavily. You were running along the broken road with your schoolbag in your hand when a beautiful car sped past you, splashing mud all over your clothes.]

[Age 12: The branch of the restaurant where my mother worked closed down, and my mother lost her job.]

Although your mother still tries her best to act as usual in front of you, you can clearly feel that the atmosphere at home is not good.

That year, you entered a community high school. Many children went to take the entrance exam for the nearby private school, but you did not.

You know, the registration fee for each exam is equivalent to a week's worth of meals for your family.

[13 years old: My mother found a new job as a house cleaner. This job is not easy. She often has to work until nine o'clock at night before she can go home hunched over.]

You found a part-time job at a convenience store near your school. Although you're only 13, the city of St. John prohibits the employment of children under 12.

[14 years old: The order in the community middle school is far worse than that in the primary school. In your class, a third of the students often skip class, and occasionally there are students who are committed to joining gangs and extort money from other students.]