Life Dungeon Game

"Relinquish the blessings of the gods! You demon! You will never receive the protection of eternal light!"

The white-robed man glared angrily at He Ao. He staggered to his feet, trying to reclaim his treasure, when he noticed the tentacles behind He Ao and burst into laughter.

"You foolish demon! The Apostle of God cannot die! It will rise again in the light of eternal light! And then tear you, this twisted demon, to shreds!!!"

He Ao glanced at him, reached out and pinched the pendant, then slowly applied force.

The pendant, which emitted a faint glow, was crushed into dust in his hand.

He spoke calmly, enunciating each word clearly, "Your gods have never protected you."

"What did you say?!"

The man in the white robe paused for a moment.

In that instant, the enormous tentacle suddenly passed by He Ao and wrapped around the white-robed man.

"Great Apostle! What are you doing?!"

The man in the white robe watched all this in horror. He struggled to break free, but to no avail.

He Ao opened his arms, letting the dust from the pendant fall away.

Then he turned around and walked step by step toward the ship's side.

In fact, from beginning to end, no power of the eternal light descended.

The white-robed man's so-called divine apostle had nothing to do with his god; he was a monster from the stormy sea.

The monster had been following the ship, but it was suppressed by the special power in the pendant and dared not attack.

Similarly, his so-called divine protection was nothing more than the monster's fear of the pendant preventing it from attacking him when he used it to catalyze its ferocity.

In fact, the monster most wanted to kill the person who possessed the catalytic pendant.

Anyone who knows how to use it can influence monsters on stormy seas by holding this pendant.

The white-robed man's so-called favor and protection were nothing but wishful thinking.

The seawater was now close to the deck. He walked to the side of the ship and began to cut the lifeboat's cables with a metal sheet.

"Hahaha! You can't go back! Without a navigation system, no one can leave the Storm Sea!!!"

Behind him came the white-robed man's trembling and violent screams.

He ignored him, threw the lifeboat onto the sea, and jumped in.

"Ah!!! The gods could never abandon me!!! You evil..."

The white-robed man didn't utter his last words, because the surging blood had already blocked his throat, and the huge tentacles that were wrapped around him began to slowly contract, compressing and twisting his chest.

The monster from the deep sea, with the last of its strength, tore this annoying, noisy thing to shreds.

Anxious 'humans'.

Blood and flesh were splattered on the smooth deck, then submerged by the dark seawater.

He sat in the lifeboat and fell into a brief silence.

This lifeboat doesn't seem to have any oars?

He looked around and suddenly spotted a silver, floating 'box' nearby.

That was his 'nutrient pod,' or rather, his 'coffin.'

He held onto the part of the large ship that hadn't completely sunk, and led the lifeboat to the nutrient tank.

He glanced down at the damaged nutrient tank, then flipped the 'lid' of the nutrient tank over.

The dried bloodstains on the surface had become somewhat blurred after being soaked in seawater, but a 'K' pattern could still be vaguely seen.

That was the last drawing my brother made.

He was praying to the only 'god' who might be able to protect his brother.

He Ao was silent for a moment, then reached out and, after a little time, removed the 'lid' from the nutrient tank.

Then he took his 'coffin lid' and looked up at the sky.

In his other perspective, the entire sky and sea were densely covered with distorted patterns.

However, these patterns are not all equally dense; some areas are dense, while others are relatively sparse.

He Ao rowed the lifeboat toward the direction with the lowest pattern density.

Small shadows swirled around, circling Heo's small boat, but dared not attack.

Much of the blood on He Ao's clothes was from the octopus monster.

The aura of a high-ranking monster permeated both above and below the sea.

The storm continued, and Heo maintained a steady rowing speed while also making sure to drain the rainwater that had fallen into the lifeboats.

His body had already reached its limit; if he stopped, he would likely fall asleep immediately.

But he couldn’t stop. The shadows gathering beneath the lifeboats were growing larger and larger. These aquatic monsters, born in the stormy sea, were both afraid of the blood and aura of the higher-ranking monsters and greedy for Heo’s flesh and blood.

They rub against the alloy hull of the lifeboat, wearing down its durability.

If Heo stops even slightly and reveals his vulnerable state, his lifeboat will be instantly torn to shreds by these monsters.

As more and more monsters gathered beneath his ship, they began to devour and kill each other.

Boiling blood soaked the dark seawater, leaving a long trail behind the narrow life raft.

He Ao's gaze remained calm as he methodically rowed the lifeboat. The trail of blood stretched longer and longer, attracting even more monsters.

On the stormy sea, there are no stars or moon; dark clouds filled with thunder forever blanket the sky. Under this unchanging scenery, time seems to be a word without a concept.

The storm continued.

If he were an ordinary person, he might have caught a cold and died at sea from the constant storm.

The storm would blow his small boat away from its course, so he had a long time to adjust his direction.

He Ao didn't know how long he had been paddling. The sea and waves around him seemed to be the same forever, and he couldn't see any trace of land.

However, everything changed after he crossed a certain 'boundary'.

The seawater remained dark, but it no longer exuded a suffocating terror. The storm had stopped, and the clouds in the sky seemed to have thinned considerably; they were just dark clouds, without any thunder.

Those monsters that chased Heo also stopped there, remaining outside the 'boundary'.

He Ao turned around and looked behind him.

Between the pitch-black sea and the pitch-black sea, between the thick dark clouds and the thin dark clouds, a clear dividing line is formed, like an invisible barrier that separates the two seas into two worlds.

He Ao withdrew his gaze and looked in front of him. At the end of his vision, a majestic, white coastline stretched endlessly.

The coastline was so close to him, at most two kilometers, but before he crossed that boundary, all he could see were endless waves, and he couldn't see any land at all.

A biting wind brushed against He Ao's face, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

This seems to be the 'safe sea area' that Ilo had heard her parents talk about, which covers an area of ​​about two kilometers from the edge of the coastline.

Of course, this sea area, isolated from the outer storm sea and close to the land, is not completely safe; it is only relatively safer than the storm sea.

At this moment, He's lifeboat was no longer being chased by the monsters of the stormy sea, but some monsters that looked more like 'fish' were now circling around it.

These monsters are not as ferocious as the monsters in the Storm Sea, and are much weaker, but they are also more ignorant.

When He's lifeboat had only traveled about three or four hundred meters, some small 'fish' with sharp teeth began to attack the bottom of the lifeboat.

However, these lifeboats were originally designed to protect against small fish in these safe waters, with a sturdy alloy hull that can withstand relatively frequent small attacks.

Despite the attacks from the small fish, Heo rowed the lifeboat slowly toward the shoreline.

As time went on, some of the larger fish were also attracted by the smell of blood. Most of them were afraid of the aura emanating from He Ao and dared not attack.

However, a few remain hovering around, eager to try their luck.

Finally, when He'ao was only a hundred meters from the sea surface, a huge, shark-like monster, about ten meters long, could no longer resist, opened its massive jaws, and bit at He'ao's lifeboat.

Its purpose was not to kill Heo directly, but to crush the ship and let Heo sink into the sea.

Once Heo sinks into the sea, all the monsters around him will no longer hesitate and will swarm him.

Then He Ao looked at the charging 'shark' and raised the coffin lid in his hand, which he was using as a paddle.

boom--

The shark's upper body was instantly smashed, and splattered blood and flesh fell like rain. The shark's lower body was also sent flying by the terrifying force and fell into the sea.

Countless small fish cheered and rushed forward, swallowing its flesh and blood, giving thanks for nature's gift.

As the shark's flesh and blood attracted the fish away, He Ao quickly rowed the lifeboat and rushed to a beach.

The lifeboat had sailed out of the stormy sea, getting close to and rubbing against so many terrifying monsters, and being attacked by small fish. In fact, the bottom of the boat had already begun to leak.

If that great white shark hadn't sacrificed itself to attract the school of fish, the ship might have really sunk.

However, that attack had left He Ao's already exhausted body even weaker. He struggled to climb out of the lifeboat and into the thick snow.

It's the dead of winter now, and it seems to have snowed; the ground is covered in a blanket of white snow.

As the biting cold wind swept over his body, he felt the pain lessen slightly, as if the 'promotion' was about to end, but the whispers in his mind showed no signs of abating.

As the pain subsided, an even more intense fatigue swept over them.

He dragged the 'coffin lid' through the snow, walking forward step by step.

This place seems to be in the wilderness, with no man-made buildings in sight. In the distance, there are some swirling clouds in the sky, which look like some kind of aircraft passing by.

He Ao climbed up a small hill, stood under the gray sky, looked up, and gazed ahead.

At the edge of the snow and clouds, a magnificent city stands quietly.

That's Winter.

He looked back at the vast sea, held up the metal plate in his hand, leaned it against his side, and stared at the blurry bloodstains on the surface.

He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and childlike, as if speaking to himself, or perhaps to the hazy spirits in the snowy night.

"I am back."

A cold wind blew across the child's tender cheeks, and a sudden, fierce howling sound grew louder as it approached.

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