Life Dungeon Game

And its spread was getting faster and faster; in the very short time that He Ao swept across the doorway, it had already spread to his feet.

This gray-black space, which should have been covering the outside corridor, is now flowing out along the slightly ajar door, attempting to rapidly encroach on the space inside the room.

He thought for a moment, walked around the gray-black space, and reached out to close the door.

The gray-black space trembled slightly, then continued to spread rapidly. He Ao released his hand, and the previously tightly closed door opened naturally, revealing the gap that had been slightly ajar.

He Ao retreated to the bedside, cut off a piece of flesh from the blood monster that had just been lying head down, and threw it into the gray-black space.

And under his gaze, the piece of gray-black material instantly dissolved and melted upon contact with it, as if it had never existed.

This is the flesh and blood of a C-rank extreme monster.

The gray-black space was spreading at an accelerating rate; at this rate, the entire room would be filled with it in just a few minutes.

Just as He Ao was pondering this, another shadow rushed out from the gray-black space, transforming into a semi-transparent figure covered with drawing paper, raising a giant axe and cleaving towards He Ao.

Heo raised his knight's sword with a backhand, took a step forward, and shattered the figure.

This illusory figure is quite powerful, capable of displaying C-level combat strength in this space. Combined with the C-level extreme monster that He Ao killed as soon as it appeared, ordinary C-level characters would have virtually no chance of surviving in this scenario.

The stronger C-level units will be delayed until then.

The dark gray space completely engulfed the room, ultimately leading to death.

This room is much more dangerous than the last one.

He looked up at the door again, because the light was coming through the 'crack' in the door, and the space behind the door was not yet occupied.

His gaze swept over the door lock, which had been completely destroyed. He had just tried to close the door, but it wouldn't close.

Then he looked up and saw the old security bolt on the door lock.

This type of bolt is the simplest type of door latch. It uses a metal bolt to lock the door and the door frame in a slot, thus achieving the effect of 'locking the door'.

However, at this moment, the bolt no longer has a bolt post, only an empty slot.

After a brief moment of thought, Heo bit the knight's sword with his teeth, took the pistol from his clothes, ejected the magazine, and pulled out the top bullet.

Then he unscrewed the bullet tip, poured out the gunpowder, and quickly and forcefully flattened and stretched the remaining cartridge case.

He then put away his pistol, took the knight's sword from his mouth, and dashed out to the door.

At that moment, another illusory figure rushed in from outside the door, charging towards him, but he cut it in half with a single sword stroke, and then he closed the door behind him.

This time, he didn't immediately open the door. Instead, he flicked his finger, causing the extended cartridge case to snap into the anti-theft latch.

He then let go, and the door was completely jammed shut.

The rapidly spreading gray-black space stopped spreading in an instant.

He Ao looked at the diary in his hand, his gaze falling on the crossed-out sentence, 'The house is safe.'

The house was originally safe, but a problem occurred that made it unsafe, so the owner of the diary crossed out that sentence and hid under the bed.

The problem was that the door lock was broken, allowing the 'bad guys' outside to get in.

Now, the door has closed and jammed again, which in a sense 'repairs' the lock.

After the problem was solved, the house became 'safe' again.

Of course, in the real world, a bolt made from a bullet wouldn't be enough to stop a C-level monster and that strange space.

But in this 'inner space' with its drastically different rules, all of this is possible.

By making good use of the rules of this space, one can also steer the situation in a direction that is favorable to oneself.

Only then did He Ao have time to raise his head and carefully examine the environment of the entire room.

The decor of this room is quite different from the previous one. There are no bedside tables or desks, but there is a long sofa.

There was a coat on the sofa, with obvious signs that someone had been curled up asleep for a long time.

The room has no large windows, only a small, tightly closed ventilation window above the door, facing the corridor. The room is lit entirely by an old ceiling light.

Besides these, next to the old iron bed and directly opposite the sofa, there was a simple wardrobe with a slightly faded pink floral fabric.

This wardrobe has no wooden or metal structure. Instead, it is made of many hollow plastic rods forming a frame, covered with a layer of printed fabric, forming a simple cabinet that opens and closes with a zipper.

Ling was no longer in the room.

The clothes were in disarray; they should all have been put into the small wardrobe.

A large plastic calendar hung on the surface of the wardrobe, showing the year as 744.

This year is 759, and 744 was 15 years ago.

He Ao remembered seeing similar plastic calendars before. These calendars were mostly posters, with only the bottom fifth of the space being the calendar itself, where the dates for the twelve months were crammed into a small area.

This is essentially a poster that functions as a calendar. Typically, many council or mayoral candidates print and distribute these calendar posters to the poor in slums to increase their campaign effectiveness.

However, the calendar poster at this moment did not feature a candidate's advertisement, but rather a propaganda poster.

In the center of the scene is a magnificent building with a long dining table in front of it, laden with various delicacies such as turkey, steak, and roasted pork ribs. Everyone's wine glass is filled with red wine, and a group of people wearing shining medals sit around the table, enjoying their meal.

Next to the poster was a slogan divided into two parts.

The eternal light will guide our path, allowing us to enjoy a life in God's Kingdom where we will never go hungry.

However, the words on these two slogans were smeared with blood, making them difficult to decipher, and a large 'X' was drawn next to them.

He Ao walked to the wardrobe and opened it.

There were still a few faded dresses and some washed-out men's work clothes in the closet. He Ao recognized many of these clothes; he had seen them in the previous room.

He Ao glanced down at the diary in his hand.

The little girl in the red dress who was under the bed has turned into this diary. Is she the one who left this diary?

The little girl in the red dress under the bed and the little girl in the red dress in the closet are very similar in size and clothing. Could they be the same person?

The two rooms seem to be somewhat 'connected', both containing a page of diary entries. Is this some kind of 'guidance' she's giving herself?

He Ao glanced at the diary in his hand, then at the cloth wardrobe in front of him.

The room is now 'safe'. It seems that the only places to hide in this room, besides under the bed, are this wardrobe.

At this moment, the gray-black space had occupied nearly a quarter of the room and had reached the edge of the wardrobe.

If he had sealed the door even a little later, the wardrobe would most likely have been consumed by that gray-black space.

After a brief moment of thought, He Ao put away his diary, went into the wardrobe, and zipped it up from the inside.

boom--

Just then, a loud crashing sound came from outside the room door.

It appears someone is banging on the door from the outside, trying to break into the room.

The previously still, gray-black space trembled, as if it were about to continue spreading with the crashing of the door.

However, the 'bullet casing bolt' made by He Ao was stuck in the slot, like a sturdy door lock, firmly locking the door.

After several violent impacts, the door remained closed.

The impact stopped, and the trembling gray-black space came to a complete standstill.

While that gray-black space trembled, there seemed to be no change in the space inside the wardrobe.

It seems that only gray and black space

The infection continues to spread within the room, preventing the passage to the next room from opening.

In that case, the shortcut of leaving through the wardrobe before the gray-black space spreads to it is probably impossible.

And that final impact sound...

He Ao, squatting inside the wardrobe, quietly observed the tranquility outside.

If he hadn't tried to repair the door using the 'rules of locking,' but instead had used the sofa in the room to block the door, it probably would have been forced open.

The rules in this room are really insidious.

He Ao folded up the diary in his hand and the previous page of the diary together and put them away.

Although these two pages of the diary seem to contain content unrelated to the room, they actually provide him with a kind of 'strategy guide'.

In the silence, He Ao felt that the scenery around him was beginning to change.

The hanging clothes gradually turned into long ropes, and the strong smell of blood entered his nostrils.

The cloth cabinet door in front of him has been replaced by a double wooden cabinet door.

He Ao slowly pushed open the cabinet door in front of him and walked out.

He looked back at the spot where he had just come out; it seemed to be a locker with various ropes hanging from it.

Just then, a noose fell from the sky, attempting to loop around Heo's neck from top to bottom.

He Ao raised his knight's sword and slashed upwards.

The first time, the knight's sword passed right through the rope without touching it. Then, He Ao covered it with his divine sense and swung the sword again, severing the rope.

The entire rope fell to the ground and vanished in a phantom.

He looked up and found that the entire roof was covered with all kinds of food: turkey, steak, roast pork ribs, and bottles of tempting red wine.

He felt vaguely that he had seen these foods somewhere before.

Then he quickly recalled the food in the poster advertising the eternal kingdom in the previous room.

The moment He saw the food, a rich aroma filled He'ao's nostrils.

咕噜 咕噜

A strong feeling of hunger surged up instantly, prompting him to pick the food.

"Arch, arch, arch..."

The sound of rapid, intense eating reached Heo's ears.

He Ao turned his gaze away from the food at the very top of the ceiling and looked straight ahead.

The room appeared to be a magnificent and spacious hall, adorned with all sorts of exquisite decorations.

The entire room contained only a huge, towering round table, which was laden with all sorts of delicious food, and in front of the table sat several large, fat pigs that looked to weigh thousands of kilograms.

These fat pigs, each wearing a paper mask with a glowing light on its face, unhesitatingly gathered around the dining table and feasted.