Life Dungeon Game

The bearded man muttered something to himself and hurried over to help his boss push the coffin.

The chainsaw man immediately followed.

On the undulating deck, the three men pushed the coffin to the side of the ship together, and then pushed it out of the ship's side with all their might.

"Boss, is it enough to just sink into the sea?"

Looking at the coffin falling from the edge of the ship's side, the chainsaw man asked, trembling.

"Anything that sinks into the stormy sea can never come back alive."

The cyborg said something in a low voice as he watched the coffin sink into the water and disappear into the turbulent sea.

"Let's go back."

He turned and walked toward the cabin. "They should have the boat ready. We need to get back before it rains."

"I'm definitely going to the Dead Tree Bar tonight and stay up all night."

The chainsaw man glanced warily at the ship's side, then turned back to follow his boss.

“To be fair,” the bearded man turned around, took a small flask from his pocket, and took a sip, “Novis’s wife is indeed beautiful and has a certain charm. It’s a pity, if she were alive…”

boom--

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the pitch-black world.

A pale hand suddenly gripped the gunwale.

The three people walking in front paused simultaneously and stopped in their tracks.

"Tell me, what do you want to do?"

A hoarse and cold voice sounded behind the three of them.

The voice carried a kind of torn stiffness, as if someone who hadn't spoken in a long time was pulling at a broken throat.

Later today, I had a lot going on, and I was also dealing with some serious issues with Kaven.

Chapter 756 I Have Desecrated (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

—Two minutes ago—

When the icy seawater is fully immersed in the 'box' through the two openings.

He Ao finally opened his eyes, trembling.

What came into his view was a vast expanse of dark seawater.

Endless pain emanated from every inch of his flesh and skin, as a twisted and grotesque force forcibly reshaped his atrophied body.

He could feel himself slowly sinking in this 'nutrient capsule coffin', like a goose feather falling from the sky.

His other 'vision' is still in effect.

Below the undulating sea level, the distorted patterns are even more dense.

An invisible call also entered He's ears along with the seawater, seeping into his soul.

The call, piled up with the whispers that sounded like noise, tore at his spirit.

The intense feeling of suffocation and the pressure of the water made it difficult for him to breathe.

In the midst of this intense pain, he held his breath and began to try to control his 'body'.

First the hands, then the torso.

He struggled to support his body, pulled out the various tubes inserted into his body, and raised his face upwards, breaking through the seawater.

The seawater did not completely occupy the 'metal nutrient tank'.

As these flowing liquids rapidly enter the 'nutrient chamber', some gas is not completely expelled, thus forming a small 'air chamber' in the upper part of the coffin.

Liquid streamed down He Ao's cheeks as he gasped for breath, reaching out to grasp a small gas cylinder fixed beneath the nutrient tank cover.

The external gas cylinders and nutrient tanks had already been damaged in the battle, and this internal gas cylinder was the only item that had kept the people inside the nutrient tank alive.

He Ao struggled to raise his hand and grasp the gas cylinder's outlet tube.

The gas supply system in the nutrient tank is still running, releasing only a small amount of gas per second.

boom--

Just then, the entire nutrient tank shook, as if it had bumped into something.

He Ao didn't stop. He endured the intense pain, used his thin arms to forcefully pull off the air tube, and then manually pulled the air valve of the gas cylinder to its maximum.

hiss--

The compressed gas stored in the gas cylinder gushed out instantly, and the water level in the nutrient tank began to drop.

This is actually the principle behind submarine surfacing: by compressing air, water is expelled from the submarine's water tanks, thereby reducing gravity and increasing buoyancy.

The nutrient tank itself descends very slowly, proving that there is enough air stored in the air chamber. The gravity is only slightly greater than the buoyancy. Adding a little more gas should be enough to make the nutrient tank float.

He Ao didn't know how much gas was left in the cylinder or whether the pressure was sufficient, but it was the only thing he could do in his current predicament.

Since that method didn't work, he had no choice but to open the door from the inside and swim up from the seabed.

That would be much more difficult than this plan.

As the water level in the nutrient tank dropped, the descent of the entire nutrient tank slowed down, and it began to rise rapidly.

He Ao breathed a sigh of relief, struggled to take off his clothes, tore them in half, and used the soaked outer garment to block the two outlets when the water level dropped to the position of the outlet.

Then he placed his hand on the inside of the nutrient tank.

On mechanical switches.

This nutrient chamber requires a password and complex authentication to open from the outside, but it is easy to open from the inside.

This is a switch that 'Father' specially made for Ilorius.

At this point, his legs had also regained some mobility.

wow——

With the sound of water parting above the nutrient tank cover, He Ao suddenly pulled the mechanical switch, reached out, and pushed open the nutrient tank cover.

A sky filled with thunder and lightning came into his view.

Directly in front of him, a vessel resembling a fishing boat, about forty meters long, was bobbing and turning on the sea.

Above his head were the lifeboats hanging on the side of the ship.

He Ao struggled to sit up from the nutrient tank, holding onto the edge of the tank.

His hands were stronger than his legs, and a twisting force was gradually filling his body. Then, without hesitation, he used his arms to propel himself toward the 'lifeboat'.

As the cold sea breeze brushed against his cheeks, he managed to grab the lifeboat's rope. The undulating sea swayed his body around him, and then he looked down at the shadows surging beneath the dark water.

He then looked up and used his strength to climb upwards, eventually reaching the edge of the deck.

--Now--

The bearded man turned his head and looked behind him. The first thing that caught his eye was the pale face of a young boy with wet hair sticking to his cheeks.

He was thin, wearing only a thin white shirt, and seawater seeping from his clothes and pale skin flowed down onto the wet deck.

boom--

The lightning, like spreading branches, illuminated the sky and also the boy's unusually pale face, which had not seen sunlight for a long time.

Beneath those strands of hair damp with seawater were eyes as black as night, yet seemingly burning with raging flames.

Like the dead who have fallen into an endless abyss, they rise again from the abyss, open their coffins, and return to the world of the living with the flames of hell.

"Ghost! Are you a human or a ghost?!"

The chainsaw-wielding man dragged his chainsaw, his eyes trembling as he looked at the thin, frail figure of the boy.

"You're the guy in the coffin, how did you get up here?"

The bearded man was calmer than his companion. He raised his head with trembling hands, looking behind the boy. At the same time, his hand reached for the gun hilt tucked into his waistband. "No one can return from the Storm Sea!"

"Perhaps you could go and see for yourself?"

He Ao tilted his head slightly, calmly gazing at the bearded man in front of him.

His voice was hoarse, his throat felt broken, and his breathing was labored. His body was in excruciating pain every moment, and every movement felt like thousands of needles piercing his skin.

"Stop talking nonsense, cover me!"

The mechanical man at the back roared, raising his palm, a faint light gathering in it, "What the hell are you afraid of? A twelve-year-old brat? Just go for it and kick him back into the sea."

Without hesitation, he used his other hand to push the man with the chainsaw, shoving him directly toward Heo.

The chainsaw man hesitated for a moment, seeing himself getting closer and closer to He Ao. He didn't dare to disobey his boss; he looked at He Ao's thin frame.

Looking at his body, I suddenly realized that this child wasn't so scary after all.

He raised the chainsaw and swung it at Heo's head.

At the same time, the bearded man also pulled out a gun from his waist and pointed it at He Ao.

boom--

Bullets are faster than chainsaws, but on this violently shaking deck, even at such close range, they are practically useless in terms of accuracy.

The scorching bullets struck the deck, splashing into the dark night, while the chainsaw man's chainsaw was already cleaving towards Heo's head.

He looked at He Ao's motionless body and grinned maliciously, "I don't care what you are, go back to hell!"

He glanced at him, shifted his body to the side, took a half step forward, and crossed paths with the chainsaw man. Then he shoved his shoulder backward, bumping into the chainsaw man's armpit.

The wet deck tilted downwards, and the chainsaw man was tumbled over the ship's side by the force of Heo's impact, falling into the silent deep sea.

Despite feeling the tearing and pricking pain coursing through his body, He Ao remained calm and looked at the bearded man.

Under normal circumstances, with his muscles already atrophied, he would not be able to stand up without rehabilitation.

That twisted power now gave him the strength to stand up and even fight, but the price was the whispers in his mind and pain far beyond what a normal person could bear.

bang bang bang-