Life Dungeon Game

"Hello to my fans in Chenxi City."

Qi Ke waved her hands cutely at the camera.

Her looks were only slightly better than Monica's, but she possessed a unique, pure, and lovely charm that naturally inspired a sense of closeness. With this added quality, she looked much prettier than Monica, and even approached Selena's beauty.

"Qike, have you been to Dawn City before?"

After exchanging greetings, Monica moved on to the normal conversation.

“No, I’ve always wanted to visit Dawn City, but I never had the chance. It just so happens that the company arranged for the tour to take place in Dawn City,” Qi Ke said with a smile and a wave. “I was so happy.”

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He didn't listen to the rest of the conversation. He took a sip of coffee and walked deeper into the street.

The bustling street was filled with pedestrians.

In life, you will always meet some people you thought you would grow old with, but in reality, they are just people you pass by.

After walking for about one or two hundred meters, He Ao turned left into a small alley.

Walking along this alley for a short distance, you'll soon see a towering residential building.

That's the building where Reggie used to live in her apartment.

He Ao glanced at the building from afar, then lowered his head, his gaze sweeping across the edge of the thick concrete floor.

Soon, his gaze settled on a yellow, protruding wooden handle.

He stepped forward, crouched down slightly, and grasped the 'wooden handle'.

Then exert force suddenly.

The wooden handle didn't budge, and his hand slipped, almost causing him to fall flat on his face.

He touched his forehead; just from doing these exercises, a fine layer of cold sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

He fell into a brief silence.

He knew his body was in poor physical condition, but he didn't expect it to be this bad.

He Ao opened his personal attributes panel.

[He Ao (Roy)]

[Privilege Level: Regular Player]

Physical fitness: 80 (5)

[Skill: Talent Sequence 272: Super Memory (Soul Binding) (E-rank)]

Basic Firearms Mastery (The Core Part)

Mechanical modification: None

[Martial Arts: Refining Essence into Qi (Rank E) (Unusable)]

[Character Skills: None]

Physical fitness is only 5.

He Ao was silent for a moment, then rummaged in his clothes, pulled out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth.

And he doesn't have any skills at all.

What kind of blank body is this?

Even ordinary people in the dungeon world have a physical fitness level of 10.

He realized that he would break out in a cold sweat as soon as he exercised a little.

Could it be that he also has kidney deficiency?

Try to find a way to exercise.

He Ao sighed inwardly, slowly squatted down again, and gripped the wooden handle.

Hypermemory, activated.

He hadn't expected that the first use of hyper-memory would be under these circumstances.

scandium--

With a sudden burst of force, a powerful sword cry rang out, and the silver short sword was pulled from the ground, its clean and spotless blade shining brightly in the sunlight once more.

This is Rigit's sword.

With a sharp weapon in the body, the murderous heart starts from the beginning.

He Ao performed a sword flourish, though not very skillfully, and even broke out in a cold sweat, but at least he completed the entire movement and the sword didn't fall.

After defeating the monster, he didn't take the sword back to the house; instead, he casually stuck it into the ground of this alley.

Although he did it casually, without the strength of a peak F-rank, it would have been impossible to pull the sword out of the concrete. The blade was embedded in the ground, with only a small section of the hilt protruding. Combined with the strength required to pull the sword out, this was essentially a simple, hidden safety measure.

He Ao's original plan was to see if he could save the sword for the next dungeon, and it seems he succeeded.

The sword was not discovered by anyone else.

This alley is in a remote location with few pedestrians and no security cameras nearby.

He covered the short sword with his oversized trench coat, glanced at the apartment building again, and then walked out of the alley from the other end.

"Mayor, step down!"

"Mayor, step down!"

He had just stepped out of the alley when he bumped into a large group of people marching. They were holding banners that read "Mayor step down" and "Mayor get out of the Dawn," as well as portraits of the mayor with big red crosses drawn on them. They were walking step by step along the street.

He only glanced at the marching crowd from afar before walking away against the flow of people, close to the edge of the street.

"Carrie, what's wrong?"

In the center of the marching crowd, the red-haired girl holding the portrait suddenly turned her head and looked at her best friend who was in a daze beside her.

“That fat uncle just now…” Ekali looked at the figure disappearing into the crowd. She vaguely felt that the figure had a strange familiar aura. Then she smiled and shook her head. “It’s okay, Annie. Maybe you’re hallucinating.”

You should go to bed early tonight.

Anne leaned the portrait on her shoulder and reached out to touch her best friend's head. "Look how high your hairline is."

"Huh? Really?" Icarus touched her forehead nervously. "It can't be that bad, can it?"

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After getting away from the protesters, Heo took a taxi back to his current apartment.

Although both are small apartments, Roy's apartment is much larger than Regis's.

Reggie's apartment is a self-converted duplex with only one room, while Roy's apartment is a proper two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment, and he owns the property.

He Ao returned home and leaned the short sword against the wall.

He had hidden the scabbard of the short sword nearby, but when he went to check today, he saw nothing. It must be lost. He now needs to think of another way to conceal the short sword.

As a middle-aged person with all four limbs intact, using a cane seems a bit inappropriate.

Although Roy was out of breath after running just a few steps.

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Thinking of this, He Ao rubbed his temples.

Roy's physical attributes are a bit difficult to manage. With a physical attribute of 5 points, plus the 57 points from the Hypermemory Burst, he only has 62 points, barely enough to cross the threshold of E-level.

To think that this level of effort could disrupt the Witch Church's plans seems far too unrealistic, considering that the opposing side possesses D-rank or even higher beings.

He Ao took a deep breath, went into the bathroom, and splashed a handful of cold water on his face.

The cool sensation gradually calmed his somewhat agitated mood.

Based on previous experience, each character should have their own unique strengths, such as Yezora's talent for sensing danger and the power bestowed by the god of knowledge, Ender's basic firearms proficiency, and Riget's body-forging skills.

Roy must have something special about him, but Heo hasn't discovered it yet.

He Ao carefully recalled Roy's memories and found that Roy really didn't have anything special about him. Well, maybe there was something, but in Roy's memories, he wasn't as weak as he seemed.

Of course, people tend to embellish themselves in their memories.

If the unusual aspect doesn't lie within Roy himself, could it originate from external sources?

There are only two places associated with Roy right now: the apartment and the restaurant. Could there be anything special about these two places?

Just as He Ao was pondering, he suddenly noticed a drop of water splashed onto the family photo frame next to him.

He Ao reached out and tore off a tissue to wipe the water stain.

Just as his hand touched the picture frame, he suddenly paused.

The picture frame felt hard and heavy to the touch.

The entire picture frame was fixed to the washbasin.

He reached out and tried to pry the picture frame, but it wouldn't budge.

The entire picture frame was fixed in place, and no mechanism was triggered.

It looks like the picture frame was simply welded to the washbasin.

But He Ao subconsciously felt something was wrong; who in their right mind would weld a picture frame to the washbasin?

He leaned on the sink, looking at the dejected middle-aged man in the mirror.

He began to try to recall Roy's childhood memories.

Father, games, puzzles, mechanisms.

As these keywords appeared, fragmented memories surfaced in He Ao's mind.

That was a scene of Roy playing with his father when they were children.

They often play a puzzle toy, a game where you turn a knob to unlock a toy safe.