Life Dungeon Game

The municipal government issued a special announcement telling citizens not to panic if they see mercenaries gathering on the street, as they are simply entering the city or returning home normally.

In order to prevent a sudden large-scale appearance of mercenaries on the streets, the city government also discussed with the Kejette Group to allow the Kejette mercenary group's mercenaries to enter the city in batches.

According to experts, the day after tomorrow will be the day with the most mercenaries in the city, with more than 70% of mercenary groups remaining in the city.

"The day after tomorrow...we have less than three days left..."

Beside him, Ishia stood in the middle of the pharmacy, watching the projection screen. She sighed, "Can we succeed in such a short time?"

"We can only proceed step by step according to the original plan."

Sinji also sighed.

Upon hearing this, Ishia simply nodded slightly.

She knew what Senezi meant by the 'original plan'. Last night, after Senezi returned, he had told her in detail all the arrangements made by 'Old Mr. Sito'.

She also understood what kind of enemy she was about to face and just how difficult this path would be.

But she knew very well that she had no choice.

Surrendering won't save you from death, and besides, none of them are likely to surrender.

Thinking this through, she swayed and almost fell.

.

She has been in a tense and high-pressure environment lately, coupled with last night's thrilling escape and staying up all night.

Even a D-level superhuman's body couldn't take it anymore. At this moment, she lost her focus for a moment, and a violent dizziness attacked her brain.

But a small hand gently supported her from behind.

She turned her head and looked down at Jiaxi standing behind her.

She paused for a moment.

At dawn, Jiaxi woke up once, then sat on a stool to the side, closed her eyes, and seemed to fall asleep again.

However, the stool that Jasmine was sitting on was on the other side of the room.

Ishia was shocked to discover that, as a D-level superhuman with abilities leaning towards observation and analysis, she hadn't noticed Jiaxi's approach at all.

She had no idea when Jiaxi appeared behind her.

This is a child who is not even ten years old.

"Looks like I should take a break."

She paused, shook her head, and gently took Jiaxi's small hand.

He assumed he was just too tired to notice Jiaxi's actions.

She turned to look at Sienzi, "So, sir..."

"I do not know either."

Sinji shook his head. "Let's do as he says for now."

"Ah."

Ishia raised her head, looked at the projected television that was still broadcasting the news, and slowly nodded.

-

"Sir,"

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the ornately decorated office. At that moment, the solid wood door of the office was pushed open, and a young man in a brand-new officer's uniform opened the door and looked at the officer's uniform sitting at the innermost part of the office.

"arranged?"

The officer in uniform put down the documents in his hand, looked up, and glanced at the young man.

“All the underground human smuggling brokers have already been contacted,”

The young man paused, staring at the man in the officer's uniform.

"Sir, why go to those underground intermediaries? If Ishia is afraid of being reported by the city guards when she registers to leave the city, and wants to sneak out of the city, wouldn't it be better to infiltrate the Kegete Group's convoy?"

"The Kaijet Group's convoys enter and leave the city without inspection, and can directly bypass the city's defense forces. According to my information, most of the illegal immigrants sneak out by infiltrating the convoys, and there are people in the convoys who specialize in this business."

The man in the officer's uniform looked up at the young man. "Who's protecting the convoy?"

“It’s a mercenary group,” the young man said, pausing for a moment. “The mercenary group is outside the city, and the bodyguard company is inside the city.”

He immediately realized what was happening and exclaimed, "The bodyguard companies in the city all have people who have merged with the corrupted monsters. They can clearly distinguish the corrupted aura on Ishia's body."

"Although Ishia may not know this, after learning that the pollution monster may be related to the group, there is a certain chance that she will think of this. In that case, she will not take advantage of the inspection-free Kejette convoy, but will go to the 'underground intermediaries' who have more troublesome channels and higher fees."

Then he lowered his head and pondered, "How long should we arrange for these intermediaries to search and monitor us? These people are all cunning old foxes. They might initially be intimidated by our intimidation and work for us, but over time..."

"Even if they do, they might still become complacent. If Ishia continues to lie low, evading our search and waiting for the storm to pass..."

"soon,"

The man in the officer's uniform lowered his head and continued reading the documents in his hand. "A great opportunity is coming soon, and she won't let it slip by."

The young man was momentarily stunned.

Then his bracelet vibrated.

He glanced at the bracelet, then froze, staring in surprise at the officer in front of him.

"Sir, an underground broker has messaged me saying he just received a commission. The client is a masked woman who claims she needs to take a child and a long suitcase that can fit a person out of the city, and she specifically says that they cannot use the Kejette Group's convoy channels."

He paused, glanced at the information on his bracelet, and continued, "Moreover, they are in a very tight timeframe; they have to leave the day after tomorrow. The agent told me that he thinks the time is too tight and is prepared to refuse."

Typically, these agencies arrange these services a few days in advance, with only a little over a day between them, which is basically considered expedited service. However, not everyone has the ability to handle expedited services effectively.

“The long box might be a coffin, containing Sito’s body,” the young man mused. “And what about the little girl…?”

"According to our investigation, Sito also has a granddaughter who is less than ten years old."

The man in the officer's uniform glanced down at the documents in his hand and said calmly.

"Is that so?" The young man was taken aback. "But why the night after tomorrow?"

The man in the officer's uniform didn't speak; he simply stared silently at the young man's uniform.

The young man was momentarily stunned, but quickly realized, "The intermediaries inside the city can get in touch with the city's defense forces, but they basically have no connections with mercenary groups outside the city."

"Most of the mercenary groups outside will have entered the city by the night after tomorrow, and the rest will be on holiday and have no intention of patrolling. They will probably stay near the camp. That day, she has the highest probability of success in sneaking out. Even if she is discovered, there will be fewer people stopping her than others."

The officer in uniform gave the young man an approving look.

At this moment, the young man realized that he had successfully impressed his superior and had caught his eye. He suppressed his joy and continued to ask, "But, is that Sito really dead?"

“That’s a question for you,” the man in the officer’s uniform said calmly, looking at him. “You were there last night. What did you see?”

The young man pondered for a moment, then replied, "We all know the Director's strength. Last night, I personally witnessed the Director's sword pierce Sito's chest. Even if he killed the Director, he was probably severely injured. Whether he's dead or not, he should have lost his fighting ability."

"If he lives, he can't help Ishia. Ishia needs to escape to save both of them. If he dies, Ishia will be even more determined to escape. The commander was brilliant and foresaw this, so he arranged for me to go to those underground brokers ahead of time."

He glanced up at the man in the officer's uniform, then carefully continued to state his judgment.

"I'm more inclined to believe he's dead, because even if he was seriously injured, as long as there's a glimmer of hope, he wouldn't be smuggled out of the city in a coffin; that would be too conspicuous, and..."

It would be too easy to be discovered, and these intermediaries would definitely exhume the body for examination, since the prices of living people and dead objects are different, and the transportation methods are also different.

"His attempt to disguise himself as a corpse to slip out was essentially a way to gild the lily's image, a pointless endeavor."

"good,"

The officer in uniform nodded approvingly. Looking at the young man's brand-new uniform, he casually asked, "Does this uniform fit you well? You were transferred from the Pollution Cleanup Department in such a rush that we didn't have time to prepare more suitable uniforms for you."

The young man paused for a moment, thought for a second, and quickly replied, "It's a little inappropriate, but we can adapt!"

"it is good!"

The man in the officer's uniform looked up at him and said, "Contact that agent and make sure he takes on this job. This matter is now your responsibility."

"Yes!"

The young man immediately stood up and gave a somewhat imperfect military salute.

Then he turned and left the office.

After he left completely, the man in the officer's uniform put down the documents in his hand, glanced at the city outside the window, and then pressed a button on the desktop, connecting an internal video call.

An old man sitting in front of the chessboard came into his view.

"gentlemen."

The man in the officer's uniform relayed the information he had just received about the intermediary, as well as the young man's assessment, to the old man.

The old man did not speak.

After a brief pause, he raised his hand and removed the black rook that had plunged deep into the chessboard.

-

Kaya City

In the quiet, dimly lit hall, tiny bubbles slowly rose from glass containers filled with white liquid.

These bubbles rose from the bottom of the container to the surface of the liquid, and with a series of soft popping sounds, a faint glow appeared in the very center of the hall.

It was a silver-gray metal box about the length of a person, with streaks of white light shining from the pipes at the bottom of the box.

Then, the fine patterns on the box were illuminated by flowing light, just like the ancient course of a flowing river. These lights gathered together to form a huge World Tree pattern that covered the entire box.

click -

The tightly closed lid of the metal box was suddenly pushed open, revealing a pure white liquid that was almost overflowing inside.

boom--

Two muscular hands emerged from the liquid and gripped the sides of the box.

Beside the box, a floating screen lit up, displaying the image of a little girl in a white dress, with prepared clothes being delivered by robots from all around.

The little girl was staring out of the screen.

Good morning, Vian.

At the top of the hall, the originally dim ceiling lights were lit one by one, like a royal guard in full array.

Calvin, later,