Life Dungeon Game

The howling cold wind rushed in wildly through the huge breach, sweeping over the sticky tentacles and the old man's pale hair.

Two tentacles extended to either side, wrapping around the pillars on either side of the glass window, helping the monster stabilize itself and avoid falling from the sky.

This is over a hundred meters in the air. Even if a monster could survive the fall by using other obstacles in the air, it would inevitably be seriously injured.

He Ao was unaffected by the cold wind. His blade drew ever closer, and the monster's tentacles, which had been wrapped around the two pillars, suddenly pulled him up, sending him flying into the air.

He dodged the fatal blow, but not entirely avoided Heo's attack. The sharp blade continued to sever several of his tentacles and cut a huge gash down his thigh, exposing the bright red flesh inside.

A tentacle quickly wrapped around his thigh, stopping the bleeding. At the same time, the monster rolled backward, retracted its tentacle, and landed behind the sofa.

While attacking, He Ao also stuck his cane into the ground, then used the cane to stabilize his body, avoiding falling off the building due to the uncontrollable impact.

Almost as soon as he steadied himself and turned around to look at the monster behind him, the monster had already used its tentacles to grab the sofa on the ground and throw it at He Ao.

Because of that moment of distraction, the monster lost a large number of tentacles and is now trying to distance itself from Hoora again.

The sofa, which had been flying through the air, continued to smash the glass behind He Ao and fell from the sky. However, this did not affect He Ao's movements. He gathered his strength in his feet and charged towards the monster without caring about the damage.

It must be said that the butterfly knife greatly reduced the pressure on He Ao when facing the monster. If he only had his cane, it would have been very difficult for him to break through the monster's defenses.

Even if the tentacles managed to break through, they wouldn't be able to inflict such significant damage.

Furthermore, judging from the markings He Ao gave the monster, the recent massive trauma had significantly affected the monster's mind, causing the chaotic babbling to further erode its spirit.

Furniture flew past He Ao's body—television, sofa, wine cabinet, refrigerator—the monster threw almost everything it could reach at He Ao.

However, none of these things could hinder He Ao's figure.

He closed the distance between himself and the monster once again, the butterfly knife in his hand spinning in the air. This time, the monster still used its tentacles in groups to deal with He Ao, trying to hinder He Ao's movements.

However, this time, the teamwork between his groups was no longer as 'perfect', and the psychological impact had already manifested in the combat.

In contrast, the monster's original injured tentacles are healing at a visible speed, and even growing new granulation tissue.

Even madness has its own kind of madness.

During this extremely short period of time, when reason and madness are constantly at odds, the monster will be temporarily weakened.

And this is He Ao's only chance.

He quickly broke through the outer defenses of the tentacles and pulled his body close to the monster once again.

At this moment, he hardly did any defense, converting all his strength into offense.

The monster, which had been accelerating backward, suddenly stopped and then used the same trick to wrap its tentacles around a nearby pillar, preparing to throw itself out again.

Mental interference!

At that very moment, He Ao gathered his spiritual power and attacked the monster's sea of ​​consciousness.

The monster's previously chaotic reason and madness were completely thrown into disarray under the influence of this spiritual power, and its body briefly stiffened.

puff--

The sharp blade pierced the monster's chest and emerged from his back.

The monster's body trembled, and the chaotic energy almost instantly destroyed its form.

He used his last bit of strength to try to control the tentacles around his body to slowly shrink back. He tried to press his floating head back onto his neck and attempted to reassemble his body into a human shape.

He tried several times, but ultimately failed, managing only to achieve a barely human-like appearance.

Blood stained his hideous body.

Ultimately, he abandoned the idea.

He Ao stared at the monster, drew his butterfly knife, and took two steps back.

After He Ao drew his sword, the monster's body lost its support and slumped to the ground, revealing an old, rusty iron cabinet that appeared to be quite ancient.

He suddenly stopped, seemingly because he touched the cabinet.

He leaned back against the cabinet, letting the crimson blood, glowing with a purple light, stain the carpet.

He looked at He Ao, but also seemed to be looking at the glittering city and the dim night sky behind He Ao through the broken windows. A terrifying smile appeared on his狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) head.

“Old sir, your power and methods have exceeded my expectations. I have a feeling that you will turn this city upside down. Unfortunately, I will not live to see it.”

He took off his bracelet and placed it on the ground in front of He Ao.

"The password is 741827. The black market software will perform a liveness detection at 6:00 AM tomorrow."

This number sounds like a date, August 27, 741.

This year is the 758th year of the Federation; 741 is seventeen years ago.

The leader of the Viper Gang in front of me is at least thirty years old, so it's unlikely to be his birthday.

He looked at him and asked calmly, "Is this the anniversary of your mother's death?"

At that moment, Jiaxi outside the door seemed to hear the conversation inside. She held up her Gauss gun and slowly peeked her head in.

After confirming that He Ao was not in any danger, she cautiously approached him.

The man sitting on the ground did not answer He Ao's words. He turned around with difficulty and looked at Jiaxi who was slowly approaching.

He reached out, opened the cabinet behind him, and took out a rusty metal biscuit box.

Then he slowly pried open the lid of the cookie box.

A stack of coins was exposed to the air.

These coins appear to be quite old; most are 10-cent and 25-cent coins, with only a few 50-cent and 1-cent coins.

At that moment, Jiaxi walked up to him.

He looked at Jiaxi and laboriously poured the coins onto the cabinet.

He stretched out his bloodied hand and carefully spread out the coins, arranging them one by one, as if wanting Jiaxi to see them.

"Child, take this money and buy some milk."

Jiaxi watched his actions without being moved.

He looked at the girl's face and pushed the coins in front of him forward. "This money was left to me by my mother."

He gazed at Jiaxi, his voice slow and hoarse.

"Not dirty."

Jiaxi stared at the lifeless monster before her. After a brief pause, she reached out her small hand and picked up the blood-stained coins one by one from the counter.

The man gazed at Jiaxi, and a faint glimmer seemed to rise in his dark eyes, reflecting a dilapidated but clean little house.

In the final moment, a calm smile appeared on his狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious) lips, and the mottled shadows that clung to his body gradually rose before suddenly disappearing.

An invisible hand took his soul.

He Ao bent down and picked up the bracelet from the ground.

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Just as He Ao picked up the bracelet, he lost his balance and swayed backward.

"grandfather!"

When Jiaxi saw this, she immediately rushed over and supported He Ao's body from behind.

"Grandpa is alright."

He Ao grasped the bracelet, managed a weak smile, and then, with Jiaxi's support, slowly lowered his cane, saying, "Grandpa, sit for a while."

Only then did Jiaxi realize that the tip of her grandfather's cane had completely sunk into the ground, and the entire cane was fixed to the ground.

He Ao had just been supporting himself with this cane.

As soon as the battle ended, He Ao deactivated his super memory. With the departure of the super memory, the power in his body was naturally and quickly drained away. However, before deactivating it, he adjusted his posture and center of gravity so that his entire body could be supported by his cane, thus avoiding exposing his weakness.

That's why, only after he briefly activated his super memory and confirmed that the leader of the Poison Scorpion Gang was completely dead did he dare to bend down and pick up the bracelet on the ground.

This movement disrupted his fragile but stable center of gravity, causing him to lose control of his entire body and nearly fall.

At this moment, Jiaxi anxiously surrounded He Ao, watching him cautiously.

She seemed to want to speak, but ultimately didn't say anything, instead twitching her nose.

"It's alright," He Ao patted her little head, "Grandpa just needs a rest."

Because of his martial arts training, his physical fitness has gradually improved. Although it's not that good, it's not to the point that his body would collapse from prolonged use of Hyper Memory.

However, his current condition is not much better.

"Ok!"

Jiaxi nodded.

She then looked up at the door, as if she wanted to close it.

"No need to turn it off."

He Ao gently shook his head, stopping her.

There are still members of the Poison Scorpion Gang outside. They don't know what happened inside, but they are too intimidated by He Ao's previous killings of so many people to come in.

At this point, any additional action could arouse suspicion from outsiders about what was happening inside.

In particular, closing the door as a 'defense' maneuver is more likely to appear weak and attract attacks.

Jiaxi glanced back at her grandfather. She didn't know the specifics of the situation, but she chose to follow his orders and stood guard vigilantly beside He Ao with her Gauss rifle in hand.

He Ao glanced at his granddaughter beside him, leaned against the cane stuck in the ground, and slowly opened the bracelet on his wrist, entering the password.

The first thing that catches He Ao's eye is a simple homepage background.

This bracelet is branded as a product of the Trison Group, but it doesn't run the Trison Group's operating system; instead, it uses a minimalist, hacked system.

This is likely to bypass the surveillance backdoor installed in the system by the Trison Group.

Larger conglomerates typically have their own customized, streamlined systems, and all information involving trade secrets is circulated using their own systems and software.

The underworld also has its share of simple systems, and the bracelet worn by the Scorpion Gang leader seems to be one of those systems.