Life Dungeon Game

It appeared to be a small drone, and a little girl holding onto the drone's landing gear.

Air raid?

The mercenary had such a thought, but then found it somewhat ridiculous.

What little girl would have the guts to grab a drone and fly it to such a high altitude? Even if she did, who would use a little girl for an airstrike?

So is that a scary doll?

Just as he was pondering this, the little girl who had grabbed the drone leaped into the air, smashing through the building's floor-to-ceiling window and flying right in front of him.

"court death!"

Despite his doubts, the mercenary's fighting instincts made him react instantly, and he immediately raised his gun.

At the same time, his body split open, splitting off several tentacles that were about to pierce through the little girl.

The little girl glanced at him, shrank back slightly, pulled a dagger from her calf, and simultaneously stepped on one of his tentacles with her toes, then used the momentum to leap into the air.

No——

Blood splattered.

The small figure, with the gleaming light of a dagger, pierced the mercenary's neck in an instant.

The little girl then stepped onto his shoulders and landed smoothly with a backflip.

She glanced at the bewildered mercenaries who had gathered around her, and hearing the muffled thud of the monster hitting the ground behind her, she twirled the dagger in her hand, changing her grip from reverse to upright.

She gave a faint, lovely smile, letting the blood from the dagger drip down.

He bit off the fragment of the seashell that had been stuck between his teeth.

An invisible connection suddenly descended upon her, followed by a surge of spiritual power that swept across the surroundings.

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Evolution from the Building

"Actually, I'm a doctor."

Covered in blood, Sinzi pulled the scalpel from the neck of the person in front of him and laid the corpse on the ground.

At that moment, the distorted purple light streaming in from the window reflected off his blood-soaked face and his stained white clothes.

He glanced at the dim patterns on the ground and crushed the seashell fragments in his hand.

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City Central Park

The cold wind of the silent night rustled through the leaves.

An elegant old man sat in the silent night, gazing at the chessboard before him.

At this moment, most of the chessboard was empty, with only the white king standing in front of the old man.

Bao—Bao—

The sound of crisp footsteps echoed through the night.

The old man raised his head and looked ahead.

In the dim light of the park, a figure leaning on a long spear and wearing a hood slowly emerged from the darkness.

Behind him, a twisted, wounded tentacle monster followed closely.

The monster stretched out its limbs, seemingly trying to touch the figure, but in the end, it failed and collapsed behind the figure with a loud bang.

"You arrived later than I expected,"

The old man gazed at the figure and calmly smiled, "You sent people to check the other two altars? You only came here after confirming that those two altars were not in use? But since you didn't send anyone from here, it seems you had already guessed that I was here, but just couldn't be completely sure."

At this point, the old man shook his head and sighed softly, "I never expected that you would break through my situation by relying on just a few weak and outnumbered individuals."

"Because these so-called 'weak and powerless' are actually the most powerful people,"

The figure lifted his hood, revealing gray hair and an aged face beneath. He calmly sat down opposite the old man, placing the spear beside him, faint purple lines running across his skin.

He reached out and selected a black rook from the pieces outside the chessboard, watching the old man intently.

“It seems I won the first half of the ‘game,’ Mr. Velent,”

He reached out and placed the black car he was carrying directly in front of the white king in front of the old man.

Snapped--

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Chapter 706 Rise of a Soldier (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

The night wind swept across the cold chessboard and also across the faces of the players on either side of it.

The world seemed to fall silent at that moment, with only the distorted lines of the sky still rising and falling peacefully.

The silence was both short and seemingly long, like the wind in the still night, fleeting yet lingering.

Velent gazed at the chessboard before him, at the black rook, and at his 'opponent'.

In the end, he didn't move any pieces on the chessboard, nor did he respond to He's 'checkmate'. He simply looked up at the distorted lines in the sky and asked softly,

"I'm a little curious, where were you hiding just now?"

There are three altars: one in the west of the city, one in the city center, and one in the south of the south. All three altars are genuine and can be used for ceremonies. When holding a ceremony, you can choose any one of them.

Before the ceremony began, Velent made complete ceremonial arrangements at all three altars, but only he knew which altar was ultimately chosen to hold the actual ceremony.

Anyone who attempts to disrupt the ceremony, if they misjudge and go to the wrong altar, will almost certainly not be able to reach the actual altar where the ceremony is being held before it is completed.

This was itself a deception designed by Villeneuve.

He's solution was simple: he was probably always close to all three altars. He could send two teams to explore two of the altars, thus quickly identifying the real one.

Once confirmed, one can proceed to the actual altar as quickly as possible.

The best hiding place is actually the area equidistant from the three points, which is the center of the circumcircle of the triangle formed by these three points.

The problem is that Villeneuve had anticipated this situation, so he had actually deployed personnel in that optimal location and along the surrounding area.

If He Ao had remained in the best position, someone should have come to inform him long ago; however, he ultimately did not receive any notification.

Either all the people lying in ambush were killed, or...

Thinking of this, Velent paused, then continued with a smile, "Aren't you at the same distance from the three altars? Why not choose the best location? Even a location nearby would allow you to get here faster and stop me more quickly."

"If I choose the best location, and you're not in this central park, but rather in the Evolutionary Path or the Pollution Cleanup Division, what would happen if people exploring there met you?"

"will die."

Velent smiled calmly.

Being close also means being far; neither Sinzi nor Skate could resist the power of a B-class.

Being in the best position, while allowing Heo to reach Central Park faster, also deprived him of his ability to provide rescue.

Therefore, his previous location was actually closer to the Pollution Cleanup Division, since the Pollution Cleanup Division had the strongest defenses and Jiaxi was there. Next was the Evolutionary Headquarters, while Central Park was the furthest place from him.

With the help of the 'Shadow Fang' left by the Shadowhound, he can pass through shadows and has a greater movement speed.

Therefore, Jiaxi

Both He and Sienji are within He's support range, and He can appear in time if they are in danger.

He also made specific and detailed arrangements for different situations.

And because of the speed boost, he was able to get to Central Park in time after verifying that those two places were not the real altars.

Of course, his choice was also related to his anticipation of the possible arrangements that Velent might have left behind.

Velent anticipated that he might appear in the center, but he anticipated Velent's prediction.

"A clever and effective arrangement,"

After He Ao asked that question, Velent had already figured out He Ao's move. He smiled and said, "You did win this time. You guessed my move correctly, but I didn't guess yours."

He paused for a moment, then laughed, "So, this is why you have to 'die'."

Originally, He Ao was in the open, while Velent was in the shadows.

All of Heo's actions were under the watchful eye of Velent.

Especially after Heo risked his life to kill Driss, he could almost predict that he would become the person Velent was most concerned about.

Standing under such a bright spotlight, whatever he does will be discovered by Velent and then targeted.

After Heo faked his death, the relationship between the light and the dark changed, with Velent in the light and Heo in the dark.

In this situation, when making the layout, Velent would not take He's situation into special consideration.

Just like Velent's 'ambush' in the best position between the three altars, when he set up this ambush, he did not target a specific objective. In fact, it was a 'hidden move' he made randomly according to his own logic.

Meanwhile, Heo, hidden in the shadows, could clearly anticipate this move, then avoid it, catching Velent off guard.

“I must say,” Velent gazed at the chessboard before him, “that move of feigning death was indeed a brilliant one, a brilliant move that turned death into life.”

He looked up at He Ao and asked, "So, was this move a sudden flash of inspiration during your battle with Driss, or was it premeditated?"

"What do you think?"

He Ao simply smiled and looked at him.

Actually, the matter of 'fake death' should be viewed from both the perspectives of life and death.

From a survival perspective, what would have happened if Heo hadn't died in the battle against Driss?

Judging from Velent's cautious approach, Velent wouldn't feel at ease and wouldn't be able to start the ritual without the 'Sito' who could kill Driss 'dying'.

Therefore, he will definitely try every means to kill 'Sito'.