Life Dungeon Game

She withdrew her gaze and continued forward, soon stepping onto the stairs in front of the small door.

The silent door stood there, like a wild beast waiting for its prey.

Standing at the door, she could faintly hear the noisy music playing behind it.

boom--

She raised her hand and gently knocked on the door.

click -

The quiet door was opened in a short time, and then a thin man with long hair appeared in front of the woman. He stared at her, his body seemingly swaying to some rhythm.

He reached for the pizza box, wobbled as he turned around, and then, after taking just one step, he abruptly turned back, bending down little by little to gaze at the woman's face.

"I remember the delivery guy was a man."

Without hesitation, the woman pulled a pistol from her waist and pointed it at the thin man's forehead. "Kagete Pollution Cleanup Division, Witt, you are suspected of possessing pollutants and luring innocent people to their deaths. Surrender immediately and hand over the pollutants, or I will carry out the cleanup procedure."

"The Pollution Cleanup Division,"

The man slowly opened the takeout box, took out a steaming hot pizza, took a bite, and said, "This is good. This is still hot, unlike the last one which was cold."

The woman looked at his face and, without hesitation, fired the gun.

boom--

The scorching bullet was caught by a tentacle that emerged from the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, one tentacle after another emerged from deep behind the villa's small door, blooming like unfolding flower petals behind Witt.

Witt stared at the woman, his eyes gleaming red. He parted his lips to reveal his pearly white teeth, still stained with bits of bright red flesh.

"It tastes good, would you like to try it?"

A tentacle rolled a slice of pizza out of the box and handed it to the woman.

The woman performed a backflip and jumped backward, firing several shots at Witt in mid-air until she emptied her magazine.

But these bullets flying through the air were caught by soft tentacles.

The woman watched this scene unfold. She landed on top of the statue and drew a thin blade from her waist.

It was a folded butterfly knife with a curved handle, about twenty centimeters long, with a beautiful, light purple handle that had a metallic sheen. The moment it was drawn, the handle flew out, spreading its wings like a butterfly, revealing the blade inside that reflected a faint, cold light.

She gazed at Victor, her brow slightly furrowed.

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"Tess, did you mix with the pollutants?"

At that moment, a bright light slowly appeared not far behind the woman, indicating that a car was rapidly approaching.

"What a pity, you're not eating such a good pizza,"

The tentacle that had reached out from the air retracted the pizza it had offered. Victor's gaze shifted to the woman, finally settling on her taut thighs as she half-squatted. A smile remained on his lips.

"Your thighs look very well-toned; the muscles must be great, right?"

Several tiny tentacles broke through the soil and burst out from under the statue, rushing towards the woman.

The woman didn't even look at the tentacles; her gaze remained fixed on Witt. She sprang up, leaped, and swung the blade in her hand toward Witt's neck.

Tentacles stretched out from behind Witt, trying to block her figure, but she moved extremely fast, her body constantly changing in the air. Sharp blades sliced ​​through the edges of the tentacles, and she used the force of the tentacles' counterattack to advance further.

Her stepping back showed a confidence that she could close the distance at any moment.

In the blink of an eye, she was standing right in front of Witt, the two of them very close.

The woman swiftly raised her hand, the beautiful butterfly knife twirling in her grasp before its blade, gleaming with a chilling light, pierced towards Victor's neck in the blink of an eye.

In an extremely short time, the tip of the knife pierced Witt's skin, and the entire blade disappeared into his throat.

The tentacles surging around them paused for a moment.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief.

At that moment, Witt, whose throat had been pierced, looked at her and smiled.

The next second, two thick tentacles suddenly emerged from the ground, wrapped around the woman's feet, and quickly moved upwards, trying to hang her upside down.

The woman realized she had fallen into a trap and drew her blade, intending to attack again. However, another tentacle suddenly shot out from behind Witt, wrapped around her wrist, and twisted it.

Her wrist snapped instantly, and the butterfly knife fell to the ground.

Several tentacles held the woman upside down, and at that moment the woman finally realized something. She stared at Victor with a surprised expression, "You've advanced to C-rank?"

“It’s not a promotion,” Witt shook his head, the wound on his throat healing rapidly. He walked up to the woman, picked up the butterfly knife from the ground, fiddled with it for a moment, and revealed his white teeth. “It’s evolution.”

"alright,"

He casually tossed the butterfly knife in his hand aside, looked at the woman, and said, "Madam, I am a civilized person and I don't usually like to eat it directly. What kind of sauce would you like to dip it in? Wasabi or chili?"

"Your skin is so delicate, it would look great with wasabi."

Nourishes—

The sound of car brakes came from outside the courtyard.

Chapter 651 Hello, K (Mega Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Thin, smooth tentacles gradually wrapped around the woman's body, suspending her high up.

Meanwhile, the tips of some of the tentacles that were wrapped around the woman's ankles began to protrude needle-like spikes.

"Witt, what do you want to do?"

The woman struggled desperately, but her strength was no match for the force of the tentacles' entanglement, and the tentacles tightened their grip even more.

Like a anaconda in the jungle, it always tightly entangles its prey when devouring it.

Soon, the woman felt a strong suffocating sensation as her chest was squeezed.

"Don't worry,"

Witt picked up a slice of pizza and took a bite; the fine, needle-like spikes pierced the woman's ankle. "Some simple tranquilizers,"

He brought his cheek close to the woman's upside-down head, revealing a somewhat manic and ferocious smile.

"I don't like eating dead meat. The fresher the meat, the better it tastes. So go to sleep, go to sleep. While you're fast asleep, I'll put you on a long table covered with ice, then pick up a knife and cut off the best parts of your body, slice by slice..."

Thick saliva swished between his pearly white teeth. "And then dip it in a tiny bit of my secret mustard sauce..."

The woman struggled to say something, but intense drowsiness swept over her mind, her vision began to blur, and she even lost control of her tongue and mouth.

Bang—bang—

Just then, the sound of light, slow leather shoes stepping on stepping stones came from behind them.

"Excuse me," an aged voice echoed in the quiet courtyard, "Is this Victor's house?"

"who are you?"

Witt turned his head, and tentacles surged out from the ground.

"A father who lost his child."

He looked up at Witt, holding his crank-handled cane, and continued walking forward step by step.

Then he suddenly stopped, and a tentacle that had been anticipating his movements and was about to attack him from the front slashed through the void and passed right in front of him.

He bent down and picked up the butterfly knife from the ground. At the same time, a tentacle that came from behind him passed right through his back.

"Was this the knife that one of you dropped?"

He Ao straightened up and looked ahead.

The woman, suspended by the tentacles, was now in a daze and could only hear some muffled sounds.

Witt turned completely around and stared at Heo.

From the two seemingly 'coincidental' dodges, he realized that the old man in front of him was not as simple as he appeared.

"Old man, haven't I seen you before?"

Witt stared at Heo, and more and more tentacles began to point at Heo. "What do you want from me?"

"I just want to ask you, who gave you permission to start the fire?"

He stopped, tapping his cane on the ground, and calmly looked at Witt.

As he spoke, he activated his super memory and placed a mark on Witt.

Witte's thoughts were very chaotic, filled with disordered noise and an intense hunger.

Fortunately, he wasn't completely insane and hadn't fully mutated into a monster, so Heo could still capture some of his thoughts through the markers placed by his hypermemory.

"I think of you

"Yes, old man,"

After He Ao asked the question, Witt scoffed, "Looks like you've taken care of all those incompetent good-for-nothings? But it's still a bit foolish of you to come to me on your own initiative. Are you getting old and senile?"

Instead of answering Heo's question, Witt directly launched into a sarcastic remark.

And Heo didn't intend to ask Witt to answer the questions.

Normally, when a person is questioned, the answer will immediately come to mind. The moment He asked the question, he obtained the answer from Witt's mind through the mark: 'Black Market'.

This was all the information Victor could think of at first glance; he obtained the commission from a client on the black market.

Heo raised his head and looked at Witt.

"Old man, you can't hide this time."

Witt chuckled. "I don't like Old Chai's meat because of its poor texture. What a pity. So please, go to hell."

Countless tentacles flew out from behind him, rushing towards Heo like a sweeping storm.

Corresponding to the flippant tone in his language, he deployed far more tentacles this time than he had used to attack the woman before.

He valued He Ao far more than the woman who was now hanging in mid-air.

The woman's body swayed in the air, her vision completely blurred, but through the indistinct voice she could make out that it was an old man.