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Chapter 233 Chaos! Dungeon Riot!
"died?"

"what happened!"

"How did this guy die?"

Amidst the commotion, a calm voice suddenly rang out, saying, "I sensed something was off from the beginning. Why did the Beast King intervene even after winning, and why did he challenge the even stronger Qinglan next time? Wasn't that certain death? So you were setting this up!"

"That's right! No wonder they treated the Beast King so badly before, and kept arranging for him to be an almost invincible opponent. It turns out they were setting a trap to trick us into placing bets. What bastards!"

"Now that everyone in Qinglan is dead, the Beast King must win, right?"

"That's it!"

Inside the arena, sounds rose and fell. The psionicists watching the battle were not alarmed, nor did they suspect an attack. This was an arena in the dark world; how could anyone be so audacious as to do such a thing?

Compared to being cursed and assassinated, they are more inclined to believe that this was a setup by the arena's officials; that possibility is slightly higher.

Inside the office at the top of the arena, a tall, white-haired man watched the battle below, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "Send someone to investigate the situation. I want to see who dares to run wild on my turf."

"Yes!"

The arena officials acted swiftly, updating the duel schedule rapidly, and temporarily suspending betting in the arena. However, the jeers from the audience did not cease; they simply watched the arena's actions unfold.

Several sensory psychics stepped forward, closing their eyes and using their abilities to sense the situation inside the arena. Several security personnel from the arena also went in to check if there were any problems inside.

then
Thump! Thump! Thump!
At the edge of the arena, the psionicists responsible for sensing fell one after another, their deaths gruesome, their eyes filled with disbelief, as if they had seen something terrifying before they died.

Inside the arena, a searching psionicist suddenly saw a notification.

[Hint: You have obtained a top-tier item - Eye of Omargon]

His eyes suddenly changed, and he was about to shout out to tell those around him that he had made a discovery, but before he could shout it out, the Eye of Omargon had already automatically equipped and triggered its properties.

The instant death condition was triggered quickly. The psionicist opened his mouth wide but could not say anything. His eyes became desperate and dim, and his body became emaciated. Finally, he fell to the ground.

Other psionicists instinctively stepped back to keep a safe distance from him, but soon, the second psionicist also received a notification from the spirit world.

His eyes suddenly changed, but he didn't make a sound immediately. He just looked around in fear, as if trying to find something to rely on, hoping that he could survive in this despair.

then
He was also cursed to death.

Although he didn't expose himself, his weaknesses were too great. Following him would only lead to trouble sooner or later, so it was better to just kill him and find a newer, more useful host.

This is the true Eye of Omargon after breaking free from Ye Mingqiu's control, the most terrifying curse-type overlord-level growth equipment.

The next moment, the Eye of Omargon found a new host. After the previous hosts died one after another, the new host had already guessed what was going on, so when he picked up the equipment, he did not make any changes.

He just looked around in confusion and fear, like an ordinary person, watching the other psionicists looking at him, his body trembling with fear.

'He's a smart guy.'
Inside the storage space, the Eye of Omargon revealed a playful smile, a smile full of contempt and disdain, like a high and mighty god who looked down on mortals.

In the audience, many psionicists who had actively sought to sense the dangers died one after another. As Lu Gongzi watched the deaths of those psionicists, Tang Ruobing's warning echoed in his mind.

"Next, no matter how curious you are, you must not try to sense the center, or you will die."

Her voice was simple and straightforward, offering no explanations, just a straightforward narration.

Now, all the psionicists responsible for sensing the arena are dead, and a large number of psionicists who sensed the arena out of curiosity have also died. This level of death has seriously affected the viewing experience of the arena battles. Everyone in the arena is in danger, and no one knows whether they will die in the next moment.

Thus, the battle in the arena was interrupted by this sudden turn of events, plunging everyone in the arena into fear.

"Curse type!"

"He was cursed to death!"

Suddenly, a psychic skilled in autopsy senses looked at his companion beside him, roaring in terror. He then looked at the other corpses, his eyes gleaming, and continued, "This one was cursed to death! That one too! They were all cursed to death!"

Soon, the arena's official psionicist approached him to inquire about the details. The psionicist answered all the questions and proved that he was indeed capable of determining the cause of death.

The white-haired man standing at the front looked down at him and said, "Alright, I understand. Can you pinpoint the source, even just the approximate location?"

"I can't judge. The other party seems to have an extremely powerful curse ability. I'm not sure if the other party has used his full strength. Cursing dozens of people to death doesn't seem difficult for him."

"Okay, come with me."

Inside the arena, Ye Mingqiu listened to the chaotic sounds that kept emanating from the arena, but his eyes were only on the old beast king not far away. A bright smile gradually appeared on his face, and he said to himself, "You helped me before, and this time, it's my turn to help you. Now I don't owe you anything."

On the other side, the old beast king stood proudly in the arena, a smile on his face, seemingly in a very good mood.

Because he sensed the presence of the Eye of Omargon, he knew who was responsible.

When Ye Mingqiu first met him as a psionicist, the old beast king had already sensed the strange overlord-level equipment, the Eye of Omargon. However, he didn't say much at the time, as not touching on other people's secrets is a good virtue.

Now, a guy has appeared who is willing to help him and can control the Eye of Omargon, and his identity seems to be clear.

"Gale, you really are..."

The old beast king lowered his head, his eyes flashing with a strange light that others couldn't see, and a smile on his face; he chuckled in a low voice.

"Old man, stop talking nonsense!"

A psionicist from the arena stepped forward and cursed, saying that in his eyes, the old beast king, with his head down and a smile, calling out to Garr was just a idiot who was talking nonsense.

He is a transcendent being, not a psychic. It's almost impossible for him to happen to meet a psychic he knows in a place like this, so he must be talking nonsense.

After all, he is really old.

The arena's official psionicists dragged the old beast king away in chains, their eyes filled with fear of the unknown. They didn't know where that cursed powerhouse was, only that the arena was now dangerous, more dangerous than ever before.

If it were a powerful invading force, the arena's leader would certainly be able to confront it head-on. However, the problem is that the invading force is cursed, and powerful cursed forces are nowhere to be found.

This is very uncomfortable!

The mastermind behind all this, Ye Mingqiu, simply stood veiled in mystery, leaning against the arena wall, coldly watching as those people carried away the old beast king, and then followed them off.

Stepping through the deep tunnel, we entered a dark basement burning with fire. Countless cages filled the passageway, with all sorts of humans, elves, orcs, half-orcs, and creatures of various races haphazardly thrown into each cage.

Some people in the cage were still alive, while others were already dead, but even in death, they still emitted a foul stench in the cage.

Some of them were even dragged over by the creatures in the next cage and eaten through the cage. To them, these creatures weren't people, but waste, discarded things, and they didn't care what they would become.

"boom!"

A psionicist suddenly kicked over a cage, causing the mangled corpse inside to flip over. A look of disgust crossed his face as he looked at the people behind him and said, "Get rid of it."

After crossing countless cages, they tied the old beast king to a cross with iron chains, using immense force that even left bloody marks on his flesh.

"You didn't have to do this. Is it worth it for those ingrates?" the previous psionicist asked.

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The old beast king remained silent, but his eyes were filled with a desolate expression, clearly indicating that his sore spot had been touched.

A smile spread across the man's face; he seemed to enjoy the feeling. He continued, "You were originally the strongest fighter, and you were nurtured by the arena. We didn't care about your background. But you betrayed us, you betrayed us for those orc bastards."

"You tried to let them go, to give them true freedom, but little did you know that what you saw as freedom was just an abyss to them. They came back, reported us, and pushed you into this garbage dump, making you fight to the death. Have you ever regretted it?"

"My only regret is that I appeared too late."

The old beast king whispered.

"Foolishness."

The psionicist turned around and whispered, "They're just an inferior race after all. They don't even have the ability to think deeply. Those who can't see the situation will die sooner or later."

"Yes."

The unfamiliar voice answered, and the psychic's smile froze instantly. Terror and despair enveloped him in an instant. At that moment, he seemed to feel an extreme threat, and an invisible darkness and killing intent enveloped him.

He looked around, but couldn't see anything unusual. It was as if the sound he had just heard was just a hallucination. He gave a stiff smile.

'What are you saying? You're just scaring yourself.'
He wiped the cold sweat from his brow, and his heart gradually calmed down.

then
"thump!"

His companion suddenly collapsed, without any injuries, only an extreme despair as if witnessing the end of the world.

At the same time, the atmosphere in the room began to become strange. A faint aura of killing intent began to spread, and the half-dead creatures in the cage began to regain their vitality and shout.

"Light gives birth to all beings! All beings follow the shadow!"

"Light gives birth to all beings! All beings follow the shadow!"

"Light gives birth to all beings! All beings follow the shadow!"

A bizarre scene unfolded as they knelt before the very core, as if they had seen something that only they could perceive. At the same time, their various injuries rapidly healed, and those who were nearly dead were reborn.

The arena's official psionicists huddled back-to-back in fear, engulfed by waves of eerie sounds. Their devout gazes filled them with dread, and an unknown despair descended upon them.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Some of the guys inside the cage began to ram the cage with their bare bodies, not caring that they would be mangled and bloodied. Their injured bodies would quickly recover in a short time, with only scarlet marks left on the ground to prove that they had been injured.

The voices of resistance grew louder and more numerous, and they became increasingly unified. They seemed to have a unified will, unwavering faith, and an ever-growing aura.

Meanwhile, the bound old beast king suddenly burst into laughter, shouting, "Gar! Gar! Grom-Gar!"

"Crazy! Crazy!"

"Let's go quickly. If we stay with these guys any longer, we'll probably die too. Let's report this to our superiors first; maybe they'll have a solution."

"go!"

The group of psionicists quickly left, their eyes filled with fear and worry. What had happened in the dungeon was now too much for them to handle, and they even instinctively wanted to escape.

One of them looked at the Eye of Omargon in his storage space, his heart filled with despair. At this moment, he had guessed that he would most likely die, but he was only unsure when. If he continued to pretend that the ring did not exist, perhaps he could live a little longer.

But if we're just trying to survive like this, what's the point?

As he ran, he said, "Boss, I want to write a letter to my daughter. I'll give it to you when I'm done, okay?"

"Stop writing letters! Get to work!"

The eldest brother cursed directly.

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His brows were lowered, his eyes filled with an unknown color. He was about to die, and this was his last wish, but even so, it could not be fulfilled, because he could not tell the other person the truth, and even if he did, it would be useless.

Because the other person might not survive either, but he just wanted to write a letter to his daughter. Now he has a lot to say in the letter, but he has no chance to express it.

'Did I take the wrong turn?'
He felt a pang of regret, but as he stepped into the dark world, he was already prepared. Long ago, he knew he would die, that he would die at some point, but being cautious would allow him to live longer, which made him forget his predicament.

In order to live a better and longer life, he did a lot of bad things and committed countless evil deeds. It's no wonder he died at this moment.

But he just missed his daughter.
I really want to
"Boss, I want to ask about our daughter."

He persisted in his statement.

"Snapped!"

The leader turned around abruptly and slapped him hard across the face, cursing, "What the hell are you thinking? Your daughter died three years ago. Are you trying to curse us to death too?"

"!!!"

The man covered his swollen face, staring blankly at the boss in front of him. The image of his daughter's death slowly appeared before his eyes, and he suddenly remembered that his daughter seemed to have indeed died.

What is wrong with me?
How could I have forgotten all of this?
My will
My spirit
What's wrong with me?
In his moment of despair, confusion, and sorrow, the Eye of Omargon within his storage space revealed a wicked smile, reveling in the taste of despair. This was its most proficient ability: [Mental Corruption].

(End of this chapter)