Life Dungeon Game

The words she was about to ask were all interrupted, and the Shadow Cutter could only manage to squeeze out, "No...please..."

However, his words did not affect He Ao's actions in the slightest. He closed his eyes, trying to avoid it all, but He Ao gently pried open his eyelids.

Even though he tried to avoid it, he still caught a glimpse of the distorted lines painted on the ceiling out of the corner of his eye.

The moment he saw those lines, his body stiffened, and his entire body began to convulse uncontrollably.

He Ao gripped his spear, took a few steps back, and calmly stared at the Shadow Cutter.

His counterattack just now destroyed the Shadowbreaker's core energy gathering point.

This attack severely injured the Shadow Chaser, causing him to almost lose control of his body. He could only manage a final sneak attack, but it did not kill him.

At this moment, in the vision of divine sense, the remaining three secondary energy gathering points of the Shadow Man were flickering with a faint light, struggling to maintain the fragile vitality of this body.

He Ao was able to accurately determine that the Shadow Man was just pretending to be dead because he saw these energy flows, thus avoiding that sneak attack.

But he also knew that this was the last move the Shadow Cutter could unleash.

The flickering, dim energy network signifies that the Shadowman stands on the dividing line between hell and the human world.

He Ao's action of helping him 'raise his head' was to stand next to him and gently push him.

The fact that the Shadow Man does not refer to the corrupted monster as the "servant of the gods" claimed by the Evolutionary Path proves that he has no faith in that so-called "god".

This can be seen from his blatant use of divine corruption to deal with Hoo.

Under normal circumstances, followers of evil gods have a certain resistance to the corruption of evil gods, or rather, they have acquired a certain ability to withstand specific corruption because they have been actively subjected to the corruption of evil gods.

The higher the level of the believer, the stronger their ability to endure. Of course, it can also be said that it is precisely because they have a stronger ability to endure that they survive, receive more 'gifts' from the evil god, and become higher-level believers.

The sculptor is not the one behind those winding lines.

As a believer, and as an 'unbeliever,' his resistance to the contamination of meandering lines is not much better than that of an ordinary C-class.

At the height of his career, he might have been able to avoid or mitigate the pollution caused by these lines.

Unfortunately, he is currently very weak, and his body and soul are not one like those of a normal superhuman.

He fused with the corrupted monster, gaining power beyond his original level.

All 'gifts' come at a price.

At this moment, in the vision of the super memory, the 'shadows' behind the Shadow Man that were originally well stitched together seemed to be stimulated and violently torn apart.

Illusory faces from different people emerged from the fragments of shadow, like people with their cheeks pressed against a curtain, desperately craning their necks forward, trying to squeeze the curtain, yet they could never break free from it.

They continued to tear apart, ripping the enormous soul behind the Shadow Man into countless intertwined fragments.

This tearing, reflected in the real body, manifests as arms surging within the Shadow Man's body, forcefully ripping open the Shadow Man's corpse from the inside, tearing his flesh to shreds.

"Go back! All of you go back! No!!! No!!!"

A twisted and ferocious expression of pain appeared on the Shadow Man's face. He tried desperately to break off the outstretched arms and stuff them back into his body, but in the end, more and more flesh was torn apart by those arms.

In an extremely short time, this once powerful and arrogant superhuman was torn to pieces by his own body.

The enormous, dark, and twisted soul also shattered completely along with the body.

He Ao only breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the last piece of soul dissipate.

The Shadow Slayer is very strong, but he is not a pure strength-type superhuman. His most powerful skill is the Shadow Scissors that can destroy souls.

For those without any skills like 'spiritual vision', that pair of scissors is an almost irresistible and fatal attack. They would have their souls shattered and their lives lost at the first encounter, before they even realized it.

However, coincidentally, after He Ao activated his super memory, he gained the ability to peer into souls, which allowed him to dodge the Shadow Scissors' attacks, thus greatly weakening the Shadow Scissors' greatest killing move.

Even so, the Shadow Cutter's strength far surpassed his own; had he been slightly careless, he would be the one lying here now.

He felt a sharp pain in his waist and shoulder. He tore off a piece of his shirt, walked to the coat rack, took out the quick-acting hemostatic spray that Sienji had given him earlier, sprayed it on the wound, and quickly bandaged it.

If it weren't for the support of his super memory, Sito's strong physical abilities, and Heo's strong willpower, these two injuries could have completely crippled him.

Even so, after everything was over, Heo still felt a little dizzy.

He looked up at the distorted lines above him, the chaotic babbling still echoing in his ears.

These line drawings are extremely abstract and chaotic, but

He Ao could vaguely make out that the person who drew these lines was 'copying' some hills.

Moreover, these chaotic lines gave him a strong sense of attraction.

It was an instinctive attraction, as if etched deep into his soul.

Under his gaze, the twisted lines seemed to come alive, writhing like worms.

He felt an intense wave of dizziness hit his brain, and he swayed as he braced himself against the spear.

A gentle breeze brushed against his cheek.

He suddenly regained consciousness.

He felt as if the ground beneath his feet had changed, transforming from hard cement into soft soil.

A series of melodies, like randomly played dance music, rang in his ears.

These dance tracks are chaotic and bizarre, yet they seem to conceal some extreme emotions—joy and sorrow, longing and madness, all mixed together in a disorderly fashion.

He Ao raised his head and looked around.

At this moment, what he saw was no longer the hall on the seventy-seventh floor, but a dark purple 'hills'. These hills stretched out under the purple sky, without any vegetation or buildings, like sand dunes in a desert, extending all the way to the end of the sky.

This place seems to be some kind of 'secret realm'.

This wasn't the first time He Ao had entered such a secret realm. He had previously entered a secret realm that resembled the 'graveyard' of the God of War when he was in Rock City.

He calmed his thoughts, cleared away the distracting influence of the chaotic dance music, and successfully reconnected with his body.

He was relieved.

This means he can leave at any time.

He looked up and gazed ahead; deep in the hills, something was drawing him in.

Compared to the God of War's tomb he had visited before, this hilltop secret realm was much 'gentle', without that twisted and insane consciousness trying to enter his body through the connection and return from hell.

He lifted his leg and quickly walked towards the direction from which the 'attraction' was coming.

Soon, he crossed the hill he was on.

As he stood at the foot of the hill, he felt something and turned around.

Then he was surprised to find that the hill he had just been standing on had disappeared, and in its place were only two other small hills standing side by side.

The terrain here is not static.

He quickly looked away and looked ahead again. Fortunately, the direction of what was attracting him had not changed.

This unique attraction acts like a compass, helping O find his way through this ever-changing maze of hills.

Furthermore, he could sense that he was getting closer and closer to the thing that attracted him.

After quickly traversing four hills, he clearly felt that he was getting closer to what was attracting him.

Finally, he reached the last hill.

The scenery that appeared before his eyes seemed vaguely familiar.

This is what it looked like when he stood on the original hill.

Coming back again?

wrong.

He paused for a moment, then immediately calmed himself down. He could feel that the thing that was attracting him was right beside him.

He closed his eyes slightly, carefully feeling the attraction emanating from his soul, and then he slowly turned around.

He reached out and touched a point behind him.

boom--

The next second, the sound of thunder shook his eardrums. He looked up and saw flashing lightning descending from the sky, and purple blood instantly obscured his entire vision.

An endless, chaotic dance melody exploded in his mind, and absurd, twisted emotions rose in his heart.

It was as if a heavy hammer had pierced through his skull and smashed directly into his brain; He Ao felt his vision go black.

[Talent Sequence 128: The Chess Player]

Main materials: Ghost Singer's Soul Core, Mind Banshee's Eyebrow Stone

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[Talent Sequence 200: Orator]

Main materials: Tongue of the Eternal Fox, Heart's Blood of the Dark Giant

[Auxiliary materials: 100 ml of seawater from the Sky Sea, a section of heartwood from the Creeping Forest, and a petal of the Singing Flower]

[Preparation method: Soak the heartwood of the Creeping Forest and the petals of the Singing Flower completely in the seawater of the Sky Sea for 12 hours, then drain the seawater. At the same time, mix and crush the tongue of the Eternal Fox and the heart blood of the Dark Giant, then mix with the drained seawater and heat at a constant temperature of 80 degrees for 36 hours. After completion, skim off the foam and take the lower layer of liquid.]

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Talent sequence 272······

The next second, the familiar hall covered in blood appeared in He Ao's field of vision.

He didn't receive the name 272 from the talent sequence, but he had known about it for a long time.

Talent Sequence 272: Hypermemory.

He looked up again at the distorted lines above his head, and soon he found the familiar signature among them: 'The Listener'.

These lines were also drawn by that 'listener'.

That 'Hillside Secret Realm' just now looks like the 'Winding Hill' described in the main quest.

This may well be the core of everything that Heo has experienced so far.

The 'listeners' who left these paintings, the Evolutionary Path, the Pollution Cleanup Division, the Kegete Group, the Night Hawk—countless pieces of information flashed through He Ao's mind.