Life Dungeon Game

More than ten minutes passed, and it was unclear whether Smith had caught up with the dancer. It seemed that he had gone straight after the dancer and had not come to Heo's side.

After Smith's message, Selena missed more than a dozen calls in a row. By the time He was woken up, Selena was already thinking of abandoning Mu Xiu and rushing back.

Selena's approach was not very wise. Like Smith, arranging for rescue and prioritizing the completion of the mission would have been the most important thing.

But reason is reason, and emotion is emotion. Selena's problem is that she sometimes places too much importance on emotions.

Hmm... It feels pretty good to be cared for.

He persuaded Selena to come back and canceled the ambulance Smith had called via a text message from the ambulance company. He struggled to prop himself up against the wall.

His head still felt as heavy as if it were filled with cement. He turned his head, looked at the little boy beside him, and smiled, "Thank you."

The little boy, holding a toy police car, looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

Immediately afterwards, He Ao turned his gaze to the briefcase lying on the ground.

Those were the belongings left behind by the man who was already a corpse when he arrived.

Several pens were scattered out.

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Chapter 38 To Complete the Mission (Bonus Chapter, Please Add to Favorites and Read On!)

[He Ao (Ander)]

[Privilege Level: Regular Player]

[Physical Attributes: 15 (13) (10 for ordinary people in the instance world, 5 for ordinary people in the main world)]

[Skill: Talent Sequence 272: Super Memory (Soul Binding) (Rank E)]

Mechanical modification: None

[Martial Arts: Qi Induction (Rank F) (Unusable)]

[Character Abilities: Basic Firearms Proficiency, Qi Induction (No Level)]

Super Memory's level upgraded from F to E. His previously depleted mental and physical strength were gradually recovering. Perhaps this was the effect of the mysterious potion he drank? Super Memory absorbed the power of that potion, not only replenishing the part that He Aok had lost, but also resulting in a promotion.

How do you know that the medicine will work for me?

He Ao turned off the attribute panel, leaned against the wall, and asked softly.

"Ok?"

The little boy was holding up the metal-encased test tube, looking at the empty inside, and shaking it a few times. He seemed to be wondering how He Ao had managed to suck the contents out so cleanly.

“I don’t know,” he turned around and put the silver test tube in his pocket, “but you seemed to really want it, so I fed it to you.”

"Is that so? Looks like I'm in luck,"

He Ao chuckled. By this time, he had regained some of his strength. He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a toy gun. Despite everything that had happened, the gun was still safely lying in his pocket. He handed the gun back to the little boy, saying, "Here you go. Consider it your reward for saving me."

This little boy is the same boy who traded a toy gun for Heo's hot dog at the entrance of the Crown Casino.

"This isn't enough; you need to pay more."

The little boy took the pistol, skillfully pulled back the magazine, and found that the last plastic bullet was gone. He looked a little disappointed, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he put the magazine away and stuck the pistol in his toy police car.

He then realized that the toy gun and the toy police car were a pair.

He reached out and pressed the red button on the toy police car, and a piercing siren blared.

Upon hearing the alarm, He Ao instantly grasped the logic of the incident.

The little boy used the siren of his toy car to pretend that the police had arrived and scared away the dancer. Then he fed her the medicine in the silver test tube, which saved her life.

It was pretty much what he had guessed when he first woke up.

When he woke up, he saw a little boy next to him instead of Smith, and he guessed that the little boy had saved him.

Although it seemed like a fluke, in retrospect, it did save He Ao's life.

"Don't press those buttons!" The little boy quickly slapped his hand away, pressed the button again to stop the alarm, "Batteries are expensive, and..."

"And what?"

He Ao was somewhat curious.

Just as he finished speaking, hurried footsteps suddenly came from the darkness. A disheveled homeless man wearing a tattered leather jacket rushed out. He glanced around, saw the little boy, and rushed over anxiously.

"So it was you, you little rascal, who was making noise here in the middle of the night."

As he walked over, he made a gesture as if to hit him.

The little boy instinctively hugged the toy car and curled up into a ball.

boom--

With a crisp gunshot, the rapidly flying bullet struck the concrete ground in front of the homeless man, scattering several pieces of concrete.

The homeless man, who had just been so aggressive, suddenly froze on the spot.

"roll."

He put down his gun and said calmly.

This is a regular gun; he had the Gauss gun tucked into his waistband.

"Get out of here, get out of here."

The homeless man immediately shrank back, bowing and scraping as he rolled back into the darkness.

This guy wasn't unaware of the sounds of Heo fighting the dancer; he was simply too intimidated by the power of the battle to come out and cower in a corner.

The noise from the battle didn't bother him, so how could the siren of the toy car bother him?

They're just bullies who prey on the weak.

This guy might have come out to test whether He Ao still had any fighting ability. If He Ao lost the ability to resist, not only would the little boy be beaten, but all of He Ao's valuables would be looted.

The reason he didn't rush out at the beginning was probably because he was frightened by the sounds of the battle just now.

He Ao slowly put away the gun in his hand, and as he did so, the little boy's eyes followed his hand intently.

"Are you a police officer?"

The boy asked tentatively.

"I guess so," He Ao thought for a moment. Investigators were, in a sense, special police officers in the alternate world. He looked at the little boy's toy police car. "You want to be a police officer?"

The little boy glanced at the toy car in his hand, shook his head, and said, "No."

He Ao stared at him with a smile.

“Just a little bit, it looks impressive,” the little boy pouted. He looked at He Ao and changed the subject, “Will someone come to rescue you later? Will there be an ambulance? I heard that ambulances are very expensive, but very powerful. They can even save people who are about to die if they are carried in there.”

"Who did you listen to?"

He Ao struggled to his feet and staggered toward the briefcase.

"My Father."

The little boy reached out to help him up, watching his actions with curiosity.

"Where's your dad?"

He Ao walked forward step by step.

“He died,” the little boy answered calmly. “He couldn’t get an ambulance, and then he died.”

Then he circled around Heo, saying, "You still haven't answered me whether you have an ambulance?"

He Ao paused for a moment, then continued walking forward. "I don't have an ambulance."

"You can't even afford to call an ambulance?"

The little boy was a bit confused.

“Hmm,” He Ao nodded slightly. He walked over to the briefcase and squatted down. “Ambulances are too expensive, more than a thousand federal dollars per trip.”

"That's so expensive!" The little boy seemed to be unaware of the price of an ambulance for the first time. He counted on his fingers, "A large fried chicken leg costs one federal dollar. More than a thousand federal dollars can buy more than a thousand fried chicken legs!"

His eyes widened in shock, his little face filled with astonishment.

"Ah."

He Ao opened his briefcase. Inside was a tablet computer, which had been smashed by the scattered rubble. Three fountain pens were scattered out. He Ao rummaged around and found a paper notebook and a beautifully packaged, thumb-sized bottle of ink.

The world of dungeons rarely uses paper anymore; schools teach...

Learning is generally done using high-precision pressure-sensitive electronic paper, while social communication is entirely done through electronic documents. The decrease in demand has led to an increase in the price of paper and books.

However, the paper industry has not disappeared. In some cases, people are more receptive to knowledge found in paper books than to electronic paper.

Therefore, private elite schools and some universities still use paper. For example, the private school that Ander attended as a child used paper books for teaching.

In addition, some social elites and ancient families still use paper to pass on some documents or to write, so using paper has become a symbol of 'upper class' in a sense.

The fact that notebooks, pens, and ink could be found in the briefcase proves that this man's social status was not low.

He Ao didn't know why the man had come to see the dancer, but after searching around, he couldn't find anything else.

"Are you looking for a book?" The little boy looked at He Ao's actions with a puzzled expression. He tilted his head, then ran a few steps and waved to He Ao, "Come with me."

He looked at him with suspicion, then picked up his notebook, pen, and ink, and followed him into the depths of the building.

Along the way, they passed a burning fire where many homeless people huddled together for warmth. These homeless people stared at them like hungry beasts.

Then He Ao silently raised the gun in his hand, and the homeless people slowly shifted their gaze back.

After passing through several such bonfires, the little boy finally led Heo to their destination.

It looked like a cramped warehouse, locked with a large iron padlock. The lock and door showed signs of being smashed. Next to the door was a small, extremely narrow window for ventilation; an adult could barely fit their head through it.

The window glass had been smashed. He looked through the window and saw that the warehouse was not large and was empty. He could only see a tattered coat and some small bags filled with bulging sacks.

"You wait."

The little boy put the toy on the ground, skillfully climbed through the window, rummaged through a bag, and soon pulled out two books. He ran over and waved them through the window, asking, "Is this what you're looking for?"

He Ao looked at them carefully and saw they were two textbooks for lower elementary grades. He nodded, "These are them!"