Life Dungeon Game

With a crisp, muffled thud, like a boulder shattering leaves, the sniper's throat was shattered by the extended cane, and he flew backward.

The splattered blood fell like raindrops.

boom--

A loud bang came from the middle of the rooftop.

After a brief pause, the people around dared to cautiously look in the direction from which the sound came.

There, there was only a large hole that had been smashed open.

A faint light emanated from the space beneath the opening.

A piece of broken cement fell from the edge of the hole, landing on the clean floor and spreading outwards along with the scattered dust.

At the very center of the smoke and dust, He Ao, holding his cane, slowly stood up and looked at the bewildered 'people' around him.

Sito's body couldn't withstand such a high-speed impact, so He Ao used his divine sense to reinforce the contact area and held his cane horizontally in front of him to reduce the frontal impact.

Then he smashed through the floor slab on the top floor.

This is, after all, an abandoned building, and without any repairs, its structure is far less sturdy and intact than it once was.

He looked up and glanced at the floor number posted on the building's pillar.

The 79th floor.

This floor appears to be under renovation, and judging from the surrounding building materials, one can vaguely foresee its future luxurious appearance.

call out--

The flying tentacles pierced through the lingering smoke and dust, heading straight for He Ao's throat.

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At the same time, He Ao leaped forward, dodging the tentacles as he pulled out a butterfly knife from his pocket.

The sharp blade traced a crescent moon path through the air, and with a soft sound, the man with tentacles extending from his back fell forward and crashed to the ground.

The butterfly knife danced in his hand, and He Ao looked up at the 'people' around him, whose bodies were beginning to undergo various strange changes. He planted his cane on the ground and said, "It seems you don't want me to go down."

Tentacles flew up and down in response to his words.

The silver cane was suddenly raised, and the butterfly knife danced in the air.

The space was filled with splattered blood and twisted monster limbs.

Bright red liquid soaked through the cement floor, and writhing tentacles and severed limbs were mixed together with discarded building materials.

The roars, shouts, and sudden bursts of gunfire became phantoms under the flickering lights.

Finally, He Ao made his way through the crowd and reached the deepest part of the floor.

Behind him lay rows of corpses that had lost their human form.

He raised his wristband and glanced at the time.

00:03 am.

A new day begins.

He raised his head and looked ahead.

A quiet elevator stood in front of him.

He stepped forward and pressed the button for the elevator to go down.

As the down button lit up, the numbers on the elevator's display screen began to increase rapidly.

This means the elevator is moving upwards at high speed.

He Ao looked up and glanced at the area above the elevator.

There stood a camera pointing directly at the elevator and where he was standing.

He bent down, picked up a piece of broken cement from the ground, and flicked it with his finger.

boom--

The entire camera was suddenly shattered, and sparks flew from the exposed wires.

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78th floor

A figure stood alone in front of the elevator, his gaze fixed on the tablet in his hand.

On the tablet's screen, a region stained red with blood was displayed.

An elderly man with gray hair, dressed in a sharp suit, stood in front of the elevator, seemingly waiting for it, his feet dangling in a pool of blood.

"How did this guy get up here from up there?"

The figure glanced at the elevator behind them; the numbers on the elevator display were changing rapidly, indicating that the elevator was ascending quickly.

He took a deep breath. "It doesn't matter where he comes from, as long as he gets on the elevator."

The figure turned its gaze back to the monitor, and just then, the old man on the monitor seemed to notice the camera that was monitoring him. He picked up a piece of cement, suddenly flicked it, and shattered the camera.

The originally blood-red screen turned completely black.

The figure had to put down the tablet in its hand and turn to look at the elevator screen behind it.

The elevator has now reached the 35th floor.

Under his watchful eye, the elevator ascended from the thirty-fifth floor to the fortieth, the fiftieth, and the seventieth floor.

Soon, the elevator passed the 78th floor where he was, and finally stopped on the 79th floor.

Ding--

In a daze, I seemed to hear the sound of elevator doors opening in the air.

The figure stared at the elevator screen displaying the 79th floor, a slow smile creeping onto his lips.

puff--

In that instant, a hand landed on his shoulder, and then a slightly aged voice sounded behind him.

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"Young man, is something making you happy?"

The figure froze instantly.

He immediately raised his hand, and tough bone armor rapidly grew along his arm, wrapping his arm and fingers into sharp claws.

Without hesitation, the claws reached out towards the direction from which the sound came from behind.

In that instant, a butterfly knife with a metallic sheen appeared in front of him, its blade and hilt, which fluttered like a butterfly, instantly drawing his attention.

Then, in that instant, the sharp blade pierced through the flying phantoms and instantly plunged into his heart, gently gouging out his chest.

Bright red blood gushed out like a gushing spring.

At the same time, He Ao, who was standing behind him, dodged his claws, leaned against his back, and asked softly, "Which floor is the Shadow Cutter on?"

The figure opened his mouth, and blood gushed out, but he did not utter a word.

With the activation of his super memory and the marking placed on him, He Ao clearly sensed the last thought that surfaced in his mind.

The 77th floor.

It's on the floor below.

He Ao supported the corpse, walked to the elevator, and pressed the down button.

Soon, the elevator descended from the 79th floor, slowly opened its doors, revealing an ordinary silver elevator car inside.

He threw the corpse in his hand into the container.

The elevator doors slowly closed.

Immediately afterward, as the elevator descended, He Ao heard a faint sound of something tearing apart the prey's body.

Sure enough, this elevator itself was a 'monster'.

He Ao withdrew his gaze, picked up his cane from the ground, retrieved the tablet computer that had fallen to the ground during the battle, and connected the bracelet to the tablet computer.

"Attempting to crack it, installing the remote control terminal..."

Eve's voice rang in his ears.

When He Ao was upstairs, he stood in front of the elevator and felt a clear flow of energy in the elevator shaft. He then gave up on the elevator and chose to take the stairs.

There was no one else on the 78th floor except for this figure. He probably didn't have many people on the roof; they were mostly focused on guarding the area below. So, when he realized there was a problem, he had no choice but to come up and take the blame himself.

This figure was actually quite strong; judging from the power he unleashed at the end, he had probably reached level C.

However, he was initially distracted by the elevator, which drew his attention and allowed He Ao to get close to him.

Under the influence of hypermemory burst and martial arts energy manipulation, He Ao possesses overwhelming power in close combat.

"Crack complete. Remote control terminal installed. Initiating firewall bypass..."

The tablet itself does not have a lock screen, so it can be cracked very quickly.

As Eve's voice rang out again, Heo pulled off the tablet, picked up his cane, and headed for the stairs.

One by one, the temporary stairwell lights in the darkness illuminated the path ahead for him.

The time spent going downstairs wasn't long.

Soon, he climbed the last step and arrived at the seventy-seventh floor.

A tightly closed red door came into his view. He reached out and pushed it open.

The air was filled with the faint fragrance of white camellias.

Classic mahogany floors covered almost the entire space in He Ao's field of vision.

In the United States, where steel and concrete are everywhere, solid wood is often associated with expensiveness and luxury.

"To be honest, I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly."

At the far end of the room stood a tall figure, gazing at the night view from the floor-to-ceiling window. Hearing He Ao's footsteps, he slowly turned around and looked at He Ao.

"I've searched through all the information, but I haven't found any information about you. We should never have offended such a powerful and aged C-rank. Who exactly are you?"