Life Dungeon Game

When Ilo was lying in the coffin, she heard her father talk about 'K', but she didn't know much about it.

"'K' is a great hero!"

She carefully took out the mask, stroking the patterns on it, seemingly lost in some kind of memory. "He changed a lot of things, saved a lot of people, and it is because of him that the 'Twilight Society' exists."

Her eyes were lowered. "Most of the Twilight Cult members are 'exiles' whose families were destroyed by the Eternal Cult. 'K' gave us courage, allowing us to come together, establish this organization, and try to change things."

She then gave a bitter smile and silently put the mask back into the box. "But it turns out that not everyone is 'K'. It seems we can't change anything. No matter how much we expose the atrocities of the Eternal Cult, those who believe in the Eternal Cult still believe in the Eternal Cult. We couldn't save any of them. Now we've even lost the stronghold we worked so hard to build."

"If a person can eat well at every meal and live in a warm and sheltered house, would he still pursue that illusory and eternal kingdom without hunger?"

He looked up at her and said calmly.

Ilo had been to Storm Tower with his father, and he knew what kind of lives the 'ordinary people' in Winter City led.

Veri looked up and stared blankly at the twelve-year-old boy.

Those clear, bright eyes seemed to reflect this...

A deep, dark world.

She seemed to have seen that look somewhere before.

He Ao reached out, picked up the mask from the box, and put it on his face.

"What are you and K...?"

Veri stared at him blankly.

Then she watched as Heo took the mask off his own face and gently placed it over hers.

"Perhaps, everyone can be K."

The young man's gentle voice rang in her ears.

Then he turned to look ahead and said, "Sister Carrie, stop at the intersection ahead."

The SUV was parked at the T-junction.

He Ao pushed open the car door, jumped out of the SUV, and stepped into the light of dawn.

Veri held the mask in her hand, watching the boy's figure disappear into the dawn, her gaze lost and deep.

She had watched K's videos many times and knew that 'K' couldn't possibly be a twelve-year-old boy, but in a daze, she saw a similar temperament in that boy.

"Can everyone be K?"

She lowered her head and stared at the mask in her hand.

Then she slowly raised the bracelet.

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[Villie]

No. 2 Songlin Street, Yunduan District

[Telephone:

He Ao glanced at the electronic business card that was sent to his wristband, saved it, and then closed it. He looked up at the surrounding streets.

This is the neighborhood where Ilo last saw her parents collapse.

As he walked forward, he opened a webpage, logged into Eve's website, and entered the passwords one by one.

After a brief pause, the image of a lovely girl in a white dress appeared on his bracelet.

"Hello, Eve."

he whispered.

The girl responded with a gentle greeting.

Hello, K.

The next update will be tomorrow afternoon.

Chapter 763 Going Home (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

The morning sun shone on the glistening snow. The boy's thin figure walked through the shadows under the alleyway, carefully observing his surroundings.

Although a day and two nights have passed, the shell casings embedded in the ground and the damaged walls, which are not covered by snow, still tell the story of the fierce battle that took place that night.

Finally, He Ao stopped at the alleyway exit. He squatted down and used his thin hands to brush away the snow, revealing a large patch of blood soaked in the snow.

He was silent for a moment, then raised his head and looked ahead.

Vehicles drove past him, and a wide but old street appeared before him.

The night before last, Yiluo was on this street, passing by her parents in an SUV.

He 'saw' his parents fall in front of him, watching their blood-stained bodies collapse in front of the speeding SUV.

This area should be the meeting point agreed upon by the father and brother, which is why the SUV drove in this direction.

However, the parents were unable to reach the meeting point, and Ilo's SUV was also damaged and unable to stop at the meeting point.

So they crossed paths on this street.

Ilo saw her parents one last time.

He twitched his nose, blinked, then stood up and turned to look around.

The parents' remains are not here; either they were taken away by the scavengers, or something happened to them.

Logically, with snow yesterday, the scavengers in a chaotic area like the Aka district shouldn't be this efficient.

Perhaps I should ask someone who lives nearby.

This is not an abandoned area, but a normal residential area. Even if bullets are raining down outside the windows, the people living here cannot leave their homes and run to other places.

There must have been witnesses to the commotion that night.

There were no outdoor security cameras around. There were some shops along the street, but most of them were closed with "For Rent" signs posted on them. Business in this area didn't seem to be doing very well.

Only a few chain stores that are located further away are still open.

However, chain store employees are basically on a shift system, and the employee on duty now may not be the same employee for the night. Moreover, in the event of a crisis, these chain stores will close the fully enclosed gates, so employees may not be able to see what is happening outside.

Even so, He Ao still went over and asked around, but the results were mostly negative for the staff on duty that night.

Only one chain convenience store employee was on duty that night; she was a young woman with chestnut hair.

She said she heard the sound of things being moved after the gunfire ended, but she had the gate closed and was too scared to open it, so she didn't know what had happened.

The employee asked He Ao if he was lost and looking for his parents, and offered to help, but He Ao politely declined.

Soon, He Ao returned to the alleyway entrance after pondering for a while.

If you can't get any information from nearby shops, you should consider finding some bold people who are active in the area.

"Damn it, those little dog gang members even took the bullet casings they could pick up, they didn't leave us anything at all."

Leave them a way out!

Just as He Ao was pondering, a series of curses and swears came from deep within the alley.

He Ao raised his head and looked ahead, just in time to see a group of young men with tattoos on their faces searching for something as they walked this way.

At the same time, the young people also discovered him.

The young man in the lead glanced at He Ao, took out a switchblade from his pocket, strode over, and looked at He Ao with a smile, "Little brat, what are you doing?"

Then he glanced at the bracelet on He Ao's wrist, "Do you have any money on you? Transfer some to me?"

He Ao turned his head and looked at him with some confusion.

"Didn't you hear me, huh?"

The young man unfolded his switchblade and waved it in front of He Ao's eyes, saying, "Robbery, you know? Robbery!"

"Boss, this looks like a kid, they probably don't have any money."

A slightly overweight follower behind the young man cautiously chimed in.

"What do you know?"

The young man spat, looked at He Ao, and said loudly,

"Look at this kid, so fair and delicate, his skin is so white and smooth, he looks like a rich family's young master."

"Look at his clothes, the red dye is so dark, I've never seen such blood-like paint before. It looks very high-end, this kid must be rich."

He brandished the switchblade in front of He Ao's eyes, "Little brat, hand over the money. If you don't, your parents will. Hurry up, haven't you heard that kids shouldn't run around alone? I'll teach you a lesson today."

“Boss,” another henchman behind the young man said at this moment, “it really does look like…blood…”

"what?"

The young man was stunned.

In that instant, He Ao raised his hand, grabbed the young man's wrist, twisted it, and flung it away.

The spring knife in the young man's hand fell instantly into He Ao's other hand. Then, He Ao's force carried him into a backflip in the air, and he crashed face down to the ground with a thud.

Before he could even cry out in pain, the switchblade that He Ao had caught was flung out and pierced his neck with a 'whoosh'.

The sharp blade of the switchblade was pressed tightly against his skin; with just the slightest movement, it would slash his neck.

At that moment, the young man felt his mind go blank. He couldn't understand why such a child had such strength and why he could subdue him so easily.

He wanted to call for help, but was shocked to find that his henchmen had vanished the moment he fell flat on his face.

He tried to break free, but one of his hands was firmly held by the boy, whose twisted arm clamped down on his body.

Immediately afterwards, he heard a cold voice behind him, "I ask, you answer."

The voice was childish and hoarse, which should have been harmless, but it was like a whisper that pierced his soul, causing him to tremble involuntarily.

A chilling sensation instantly crept up his spine; he couldn't tell if it came from the snow on the ground or from the boy's voice.

He trembled, trying to nod, but almost the instant his neck moved, he felt the cold blade of the switchblade, and then he instinctively tensed up.

"you