Life Dungeon Game

Chapter 700 Night has fallen, no regrets after the move (Super long chapter, please vote!)

Night has fallen, and brilliant lights stretch along the wide streets to the horizon where the stars meet.

The melodious music drifted through the glass walls of the bar, along the night sky and the streets, following the flow of traffic and people.

This is Dawn City, the largest city in the Federation, where tens of millions of people live and thrive.

Around this city, dozens of smaller cities have joined the trade network led by Dawn City.

Most of the Federation revolves around this city, and every move it makes can sweep across the entire Federation like a storm.

A man in a silver suit stood in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, holding a tablet computer, gazing at the brightly lit city.

"what happened?"

A silver-haired man with a ponytail walked over, stood by the window, and glanced to his side.

The man in the silver suit standing beside him at this moment is Christos, the current mayor of Dawn City, one of the most powerful people in the entire Federation.

“Serre, take a look at this.”

Christos handed the tablet computer to the silver-haired man.

"This is,"

As he took the tablet, Ser looked down at the screen and asked, "K?"

The first thing that caught his eye was a figure wearing a cloak and a black and white mask.

It was a very short preview video. He watched it quickly, then looked up at Christos and asked, "Is this the original person? If it's been changed, it might not be as convincing if it's detected later."

"I've already had someone use technical means to check it. It's the original person, and it's not a video created by artificial intelligence."

Christos gazed at the city outside the window and continued.

"In other words, the original one..."

Ser was momentarily stunned.

He had actually met the person who first wore the mask.

He was standing not far away while Christos was talking to the other person.

That was also the first time in the strict sense that they had come into contact with someone who called himself 'K'.

But after the first 'K' video was sent out, they were never able to contact the other party again.

They knew exactly what that meant.

But the truth seems to be not so bad.

"Yes, he is still alive."

Christos turned his head and smiled at the deputy mayor beside him.

Ser calmly gazed at his 'best friend' before him.

He hadn't seen Christos smile like that in a long time.

Christos's lips didn't curve into a wide smile, but Ser could sense the gentle, heartfelt joy in his dear friend's slight upturn.

Ser glanced at his best friend, put away his tablet, and looked out at the bustling city.

The torrent of traffic and lights stretches to the horizon and the stars.

He slowly smiled and said, "That's great."

After countless journeys have passed, looking back, old friends are still there.

-

St. John City

As the moon sets and the sun rises, and the morning light shines into the spacious hotel room, those who should be resting are already up early.

They dressed in neat mercenary uniforms, sat on the bed, and looked at the banner hanging on the wall.

The television.

At this moment, the huge hotel television is playing a projected video. In the video, a rather dignified elderly man is calmly gazing at the camera.

"······"

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have now arrived at such an era, a chaotic, turbulent, and unrestrained era."

"Disorder is rampant in the streets, homeless people are everywhere, and every winter takes away countless lives."

"The furnaces at the crematorium never stop burning, and the display screens on the hearses never go out."

"Different people in this world have different destinies, but not everyone should be born with only one destiny."

"Gentlemen, you all come from homeless wanderers, from wilderness hunters, from chaotic and turbulent streets, and you have all experienced hunger and witnessed the cruel and terrifying demon that is hunger."

"Now you are gathered here, gathered under the banner of the Kejette Mercenary Group."

"I will not promise you bread, wealth, or status. I know you are well aware of the difference between having these things temporarily and having them forever."

"Grasp your rifles, load your daggers, today is the day to change your destiny."

"The pages of history are in your hands. Turn them, and you will be the writers of a new history."

"The future of never being hungry is at our feet."

"Fate will be on our side."

As the old man finished speaking, the mercenary who had been sitting on the bed immediately stood up, and the television screen went out.

Meanwhile, in the grand hall, the man in the officer's uniform turned off the camera in front of him.

"Is everything arranged?"

The elderly man sitting in front of the camera slowly stood up.

"It's all arranged,"

The man in the officer's uniform nodded quickly; he looked at the old man.

"Before noon today, each combat team will arrive at their designated locations. The FBI agents will be held back by the Contamination Cleanup Division and the Evolutionary Forces."

“Dann’s banquet is scheduled for noon. I have already selected some beauties for him, including one with ‘Talent Sequence 129: Whisperer’. He will definitely like her.”

"The whisperer excels at seduction and stimulating desire, providing him with an extreme experience, which suits his taste perfectly,"

The old man straightened his collar and looked at the man in the officer's uniform. "Are you from the Witch's Church?"

"no,"

The man in the officer's uniform quickly shook his head. "I recruited him from the black market; he's a wild superhuman."

The old man glanced down at the chessboard beside him. "What about the mayor?"

"The mayor has a street performance today; he will visit an orphanage to see the orphans and will also randomly interact with citizens on the street,"

The man in the officer's uniform said slowly, "He doesn't have any supernatural abilities, but he has a 'Knight of Honor' by his side, a trusted confidant he recruited who stays with him every step of the way."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "The Evolutionary Path and the Pollution Cleanup Division still have seven fused C-rank monsters left, which I have assigned to those three key locations."

He looked up at the old man. "However, dividing three points among seven people is uneven, sir. Is one point more important? One of the seven is emotionally unstable and shows signs of madness. Could we send him to work as meat in the nearby area?"

shield."

After saying that, he immediately realized something was wrong and quickly said, "I didn't mean to pry into the core of the final ceremony."

"fine,"

The old man said slowly, "I trust you, but there's no need to add manpower to a single location. These three key points are not close to each other. Going to one will make it impossible to get to the other points in a short time, which creates a false impression. As for Ishia's 'leaving the city,' the agent is still arranging it, right? Assign that extra person there."

"Sir, do you suspect that Sito might have a backup plan?"

The officer subdued the man.

"Better safe than sorry."

The old man shook his head, looking out at the silent city. "We'll know everything tonight."

"Fate will be on our side."

The man in the officer's uniform also looked out at the city.

"I hope so."

The old man nodded gently.

-

The blazing sun gradually dipped below the city's edge, and the magnificent sunset seemed to foreshadow another sunny day tomorrow.

In the corners of the streets, homeless people huddled on the sidewalks, lying on crumpled blankets haphazardly spread on the ground, watching a glimpse of the sunset through the gaps between the factory buildings.

Expensive, low-slung sports cars drove through the streets, kicking up clouds of dust.

The homeless seemed used to it; they didn't care that dust fell on their dirty faces. They just wanted to lie on the ground and appreciate the rare, beautiful view through the cracks.

On the other side of the street, Ishia watched all this through the glass wall, stirring the coffee in her cup.

This is the border between the South City and the East City.

Time flies by like a whirlpool in a cup of coffee, almost imperceptibly, and two days have passed just like that.

Today is the last day that the members of the Kegete Mercenary Group are 'legally staying' in St. John City, and also the last day that the mercenary group is theoretically allowed to have a holiday.

If the old man's judgment is correct, tonight will be the final moment.

Ishia was unable to think of anything else; even sitting by the window, her muscles were slightly tense.

The most terrifying thing about this is that everything seemed legal and compliant until the person behind the scenes took the final step.

Moreover, Ishia cannot report this to any person or organization. Before the incident comes to light, the Kegete Group can make any 'report' she makes disappear without a trace.

Furthermore, if she alerts the enemy, they are likely to immediately abandon their plan and wait for the next opportunity.

Then she would truly be guilty of 'false accusation'.

If the other party were to take action, she didn't know how she could stop them in this city where the Kejette Group's influence was so pervasive.

Ishia knew very well that with her strength, she couldn't think of any way to break the deadlock; in fact, she couldn't even leave the city right now.