Life Dungeon Game

But the next second, he was riddled with bullets by a gun raised by a figure.

The splattered blood dissipated into the darkness.

"Enemy attack!!!"

The mercenary, Kejette, sitting in the passenger seat, immediately shouted.

The remaining people finally recovered from the shock of the incident and simultaneously raised their guns to aim at the figure.

boom--

A blinding flash streaked across the night sky, instantly piercing the entire SUV. The violent explosion and raging flames illuminated the darkness.

Two figures, also clad in armor, quickly emerged from behind the flames of the explosion.

"Time is running out, we need to act quickly."

The figure on the left put away the laser cannon in his hand, took out a bucket of white liquid from his waist, and said quickly.

"it is good!"

The first figure nodded and took out a bucket of liquid from his waist. The three quickly separated.

Inside the cake shop, amidst shards of glass, a little girl peers out through a crack in the wall.

In the flames of the blazing off-road vehicle, the emblem of the city of stars imprinted on the armor came into her view.

-

City Central Park

Velent looked up at the sky. “Actually, you know very well that we are the same kind of people. You have a strong aura of the Winding Hill. You were able to recover so quickly because you received the ‘blessing’ of the Winding Hill. If you are willing to cooperate, then we can share the benefits of this ceremony.”

"Ha... So, what do you want to get?"

He Ao suddenly laughed.

"Since you know the location of the three great altars,

Then we also obtained the 'information of the ritual' from the winding hill.

Villent's usually composed expression faltered slightly at Heo's smile. He lowered his head, gazing at Heo, and for the first time raised his voice a little higher, "You probably don't know what the true nature of the Winding Hill is?"

He Ao stared at him. "It seems you've collected quite a bit of information on the occult. Well, I'm all ears."

"certainly,"

Velent glanced once more at the burning 'Purple Torch Buildings' and the distorted lines of the sky.

"Your talent sequence should be 'Chess Player,' right? You should also know that A-rank is an angel. All the information you can find about talent sequences will tell you that A-rank is the limit that humans can reach, but above angels, there is actually a higher rank."

"God?"

He Ao shook his head. "This winding hill doesn't feel as powerful as a god."

Upon hearing Heo's words, Velent instinctively prepared to retort.

He stared at He Ao, seemingly puzzled as to why this seemingly ordinary old man could speak so confidently about the gods.

Not as powerful as gods?

Have you ever come into contact with deities?

You've come into contact with the gods and you're still alive and standing here?

Although he thought 'Sito' was exaggerating, he still organized his thoughts and continued.

Even if they are not gods, they are still beings of a high position, somewhere between gods and angels.

"In fact, we were not the first to come into contact with the Winding Hill. Some texts left by wizards from the Great Cataclysm era suggest that the Winding Hill may be the burial site of a high being who exists between a god and an angel."

He gazed at He Ao and said, word by word, “The burial ground left by a high-ranking being who followed the path of a ‘chess player’.”

"Well, so what do I get in return?"

He looked up at him and asked, seemingly absentmindedly.

"Don't you want to become an angel? Don't you want to gain eternal life?"

Velent gazed at him. "Now that you've entered the Winding Hill, you should have gained some 'inspiration' about your path to further advancement, right? Even if you're not an angel, don't you want to advance? Your B-rank power doesn't actually come from within yourself, does it? Don't you want to become a true B-rank?"

He paused for a moment, leaning forward slightly, his body trembling with a mixture of suppressed excitement. "Don't you want to peer into the power above angels, to peer into the true gods, to peer into that eternal and immortal power?"

Looking at the somewhat repressed madness of the old man before him, He Ao could feel the tremor of Velent's soul, and sense the tremor that was almost in sync with the twisting lines in the sky.

“Sito, we are the same kind of people. I don’t believe you haven’t heard the call from the winding hills in your heart,”

Velent sat up straight, seemingly regaining his composure, yet also plunging into a deeper madness. "We can cooperate, we can peer together into that eternal knowledge. After this ritual succeeds, the passage between the Winding Hill and the human world will be fully opened."

"Then we can truly enter the winding hills and seize the wealth left behind by the ancient high beings; there is at least one set of [wealth/resources] within."

The entire talent sequence from F-rank to A-rank can even grant one access to the Winding Hill itself, making one an immortal high-ranking being.

"I can share this opportunity with you. We can go in together, and what we achieve depends entirely on our own abilities. How about it?"

"so,"

He Ao stared at him. "For this 'opportunity,' you created the Pollution Cleanup Department and the Evolutionary Path, created the Pollution Monsters, killed so many people, and even wanted to sacrifice this city?"

"Are you here to uphold justice?"

Velent smiled as he looked at Heo.

"no,"

He Ao reached behind his back, slowly took out a briefcase, and placed it in front of him. "I'm just here to seek justice."

"Is this the ashes of your lost child?"

Velent glanced at the briefcase. "That kid named 'Kavi'?"

At this point, he suddenly paused, and asked doubtfully, "You, 'Kavi,' are you really not Nighthawk's alter ego? You're really not Nighthawk's father?"

“Yes, it makes sense that ‘Sito’s’ child is Nighthawk. Both father and son are righteous and powerful, which aligns with your understanding.”

Hearing his question, He Ao smiled.

"A powerful, reclusive old father seeks revenge for his C-rank child who was falsely accused and killed. This is how a heroic tale unfolds."

His wrinkled hands slowly stroked the suitcase.

"Nighthawk is a good boy, but unfortunately, he is not my child."

“My child is just a nobody, and I am just a nobody’s father.”

"This city has 3.6 million people, 75 city councilors, 7 representatives, 2 senators, 10 city cabinet officials, 1 mayor, 3 or fewer B-level officials, and 10 or fewer C-level officials."

"And among the remaining 3.6 million nameless people, the death of any one of them would not cause any disturbance."

“Over the past ten years, countless nameless people have been killed by you in your pursuit of so-called ‘eternal power’.”

He Ao slowly rose and grasped the spear beside him.

“My child is not Nighthawk; he is just a nobody, one of the tens of thousands of nobodys in this city.”

He paused, his aged voice slow and clear, "But he is my only child."

"It seems we can't cooperate."

Velent also slowly stood up and looked at the old man in front of him.

He Ao slowly lifted his cloak.

He was still wearing the custom-made suit his wife had left him, the clothes he was prepared to wear at his child's funeral.

After several battles, the clothes were inevitably somewhat damaged and stained with blood, but Heo tidied them up very well, smoothing out all the wrinkles and cleaning all the dirt as thoroughly as possible.

The clean clothes clung neatly to his body.

Just like when Sito first wore this outfit, and his wife carefully adjusted it for him.

“Very beautiful clothes.”

Velent gazed at the bloodstains that had not yet been washed away, then glanced at the briefcase beside him, and murmured, "Perfect for a funeral."

"really."

He raised his spear.

Keng——

Velent's hand, which was resting on the bottom of the chessboard, suddenly snapped back.

In the dim night, his hand

Something seems to have appeared in the middle, but then again, nothing seems to have appeared at all.

Heo stared at Velent's palm; he knew very well that there should be a weapon there, but he just couldn't see it.

Clearly, this is an extraordinary weapon, and it is not weak.

"Actually, I wasn't waiting for Bran,"

Velent chuckled. Once he realized the negotiations were unsustainable, his conversation with Heo became much easier. He looked up at the sky.

Amidst the blazing purple flames of those burning skyscrapers, the distorted purple lines that once filled the sky and danced incessantly have gradually quieted down, outlining undulating shapes.

They resemble hills, yet they don't quite seem like hills. In the minds of everyone who gazes upon these lines, an image of endless hills shrouded in a hazy purple glow naturally appears.

This 'hill' hangs upside down above the skyscrapers, like a huge and oppressive purple cloud that shrouds the entire city.

At this moment, whether it was Fez at the city gate dragging Bran into the city, the mercenaries and city guards fighting on the high walls, or the people hiding in their homes in fear, everyone raised their heads and looked at the hills that covered everything in the sky.

The building, now a blazing torch, burned fiercely, and the chaotic dance music echoing in the void grew ever louder, as the despair of destruction spread along the endless night.

At that moment, a thought naturally arose in everyone's mind.

The winding hill has arrived.

"You should have knowledge of rituals in your mind,"

Velent lowered his head and looked at Heo.

“You should know how much effort I’ve put into getting to where I am today. Just supporting the Kaijet Group to this point, building these buildings to the locations required for the ceremony, and engraving the complex ritual patterns into this city has taken me more than twenty years.”

He stroked the white hair at his temples, then suddenly gave a self-deprecating smile. The smile was faint, yet it carried a kind of suppressed madness. "Twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye! And I don't have another twenty years."

“You did this in more than one city.”