Life Dungeon Game

He simply raised his hand and cleaved the shadow in two with a single sword stroke.

The severed shadow shattered and dissipated in the air.

Weapons that are covered by divine sense can harm spirits.

However, He Ao's attention was not on the shadow, but on the distorted cat's eye.

In the instant the shadows emerged, he 'saw' a glimpse of what lay behind the door.

Behind that, there was no corridor, but a silent 'nothingness'.

Everything he sees through the cat's eyes exists only through the cat's eyes.

After the shadow was shattered, the writhing cat's eye quickly shrank back and returned to its cat's eye shape.

All the tremors and the knocking at the door stopped abruptly.

He Ao put away the papers in his hand and looked back at the whole room.

He suddenly remembered the red-haired woman's last words to him: "Hide away."

If the room is safe, then the only place to hide is...

Heo gripped his knight's sword, walked to the iron bed, and rolled under it.

In that instant, a cold wind swept under the bed, and the surrounding space changed instantly.

In the blink of an eye, the space under the bed, which was originally open on all sides, was now covered by a sheet.

It looks like we've entered the next 'room'.

He Ao pondered for a moment, and at the same time, he felt as if another 'person' was lying next to him.

He turned his head and looked to his side.

A little girl in a red dress came into his view.

The little girl was lying on the ground, turning her head to the other side, with the back of her head facing him.

At this moment, the little girl seemed to notice that someone was watching her, and she slowly turned her head.

What came into He Ao's view was a delicate and cute little face.

She looked at He Ao, who was staring at her with a puzzled expression, and seemed somewhat surprised as well. Then she gently raised her hand, put it to her lips, and made a 'shh' gesture.

Thump...thump...thump...

There seemed to be some heavy footsteps coming from outside, approaching the bed covered by the sheet.

Upon hearing the sound, the little girl in the red dress seemed a little scared. She shrank back and listened nervously to the sounds around her.

The thin sheets fluttered gently with the movements of the people outside, and a crackling sound came from outside, as if the people outside were restlessly turning over something.

Thump...thump...thump...

Where are you... Where are you...?

With each heavy footstep, a hoarse voice echoed throughout the space.

Upon hearing this sound, the little girl in the red dress trembled and curled up.

puff--

The person searching outside seemed tired and lay down on the bed.

A brief silence fell over the entire room.

Then, the sheet draped on the floor facing He Ao was suddenly ripped off.

"Got you!"

A twisted head covered in a ferocious smile and blood appeared in He Ao's field of vision.

The humanoid monster that was searching for them was now standing upside down on the ground, head down, staring at him.

Then, a pure white sword light flashed by, instantly severing the monster's head in a moment of stunned silence.

He Ao scratched his head and crawled out from under the bed.

The monster's writhing body tried to stand up again, but He Ao raised his hand and struck again with his sword, briefly using his fist techniques to enhance his physical abilities, and severed the monster's body in two.

He originally thought it was another evil spirit or something, but it turned out to be a proper flesh and blood monster. Although its strength was close to the limit of C-level, it had two energy gathering points.

He glanced at the monster's corpse on the ground.

Doesn't this guy feel out of place in a place full of ghosts and monsters?

He slowly squatted down, lifted the sheet, and looked under the bed.

The little girl in the red dress was no longer under the bed; only a torn page of her diary lay on the floor.

He Ao reached out and picked up the page of the diary.

I've written too much, it'll be a little late.

Another super long chapter of 5,000 words.

I'll try to update tomorrow afternoon (I'm sure).

Chapter 782 Everyone, did you enjoy the meal? (Large Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

In the quiet house, a short young man crawled out from under the iron bed.

He looked up at his surroundings, somewhat bewildered. "Wasn't I just under the chair? What are these heretics up to?"

He pulled a thin black awl from his waist, glanced at the desk with a missing corner and old stationery, then looked ahead to the window covered with cardboard and the closed door.

"Where is this place? A cheap apartment building?"

He covered his nose in disgust, then glanced back at the space under the bed. It was empty; he was the only one in the room. His companion, who had been hiding under the chair with him, was nowhere to be found.

Thump...thump thump...thump...

At that moment, rhythmic knocking came from behind the closed door.

He frowned slightly, gripped the thin awl in his hand, and carefully walked to the door. He leaned against the peephole and stared at the scene inside.

A narrow, cramped, and deserted corridor came into his view.

"Something mysterious."

He leaned against the wall next to the door, holding a thin awl in one hand and the doorknob in the other, and slowly turned the doorknob to pull the door open.

The tightly closed door opened behind it.

The knocking stopped abruptly, and the gleaming outer door came into the man's view.

"Outside?"

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the door, he looked up and looked outside.

However, what appeared in his field of vision was not the narrow, cramped corridor seen through the cat's eyes, but a silent void.

He realized something was wrong and immediately turned and ran backward. However, no matter how fast he ran inside the house, his body was accelerating backward, constantly getting closer to that void.

During this run, his body began to disintegrate, his flesh and blood began to melt, and after crossing a certain boundary, he scattered on the ground like a broken block, instantly turning into a pool of blood, which then flowed into the void outside the door.

Click—Bang—

Immediately afterwards, the door closed and locked automatically.

Thump...thump thump...thump...

A rhythmic knocking sounded in the quiet room.

-

He Ao lowered his head and looked at the diary in his hand, on which was written a very simple sentence in bright red font.

My brother isn't home, but they've come knocking on the door again. It's safe at home.

The first two sentences were written in crooked, bloody letters, similar to the previous diary entry, but the third sentence, the words "home is safe," was crossed out with a bloody line.

However, He Ao's attention was not initially focused on the crossed-out sentence, but rather on the beginning of the second sentence.

they?

He Ao's expression changed, and he suddenly raised the knight's sword in his hand, turned around, and held the knight's sword horizontally above his head.

boom--

The blood-red giant axe clashed with the knight's sword, producing a crisp sound.

Behind this giant axe, holding it, is a semi-transparent human figure.

It seemed to have been formed naturally from the void, with only a rough human-shaped outline, and a very simple piece of drawing paper pasted on its cheek, on which were drawn rays of light.

The pattern of rays is similar to the one on the plastic medal, but it appears to be the work of a child.

The pen is exceptionally simple.

He raised his knight's sword, deflected the blood-red giant axe with a single stroke, then twirled the sword in his palm before slicing the semi-transparent figure in two.

The figure shattered instantly in space, disappearing as a phantom afterimage.

He Ao raised his head and looked in the direction behind the figure.

A half-open door came into his view. The lock on this door was different from the lock on the previous door. Although both were mechanical locks, this one looked much sturdier than the lock on the previous door.

However, this 'stronger' lock had been forcibly broken, and the door could not be closed, only left ajar.

As He Ao stared at the door, a phantom shadow emerged from behind it, transforming once more into a semi-transparent figure adorned with luminous paper and wielding a blood-red giant axe.

He Ao took a step forward and shattered the figure in two, then walked to the door in a few quick steps.

It seems that the illusory figure just now also slipped in through the crack in this door.

He peeked through the slightly ajar door at the scene outside, and the first thing that caught his eye was a narrow corridor lit by a dim red light.

However, the view in the corridor was not clear, as if it were covered by an invisible layer of 'grayish-black'. Only some of the scenes could be vaguely seen, while the deeper part of the corridor was pure darkness.

In fact, this layer of 'grayish-black' not only covered the corridor, but also spread into the room. At this moment, the floor under He Ao's feet and the 'space' in front of him were partially covered by this 'spreading' grayish-black.

Just like ink falling into clear water, it continuously erodes normal space.