Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

"Caesar, you're right to have big pecs, but don't turn back and send yourself to die with a bad leg injury. Arthritis is a real problem when you get old. Chu Zihang, I'll provide cover fire as he runs back. Even a newbie would be ruined after playing hundreds of games..."

"Yuan Zhisheng, didn't you still have some mercury bullets left in the flintlock rifle next to you? Stop thinking about using your royal authority. I almost made Caesar break his spirit ring by placing an AOE attack on you in this position. You've lost too much blood and can't control specific targets properly."

"What do you mean you can't understand me? If you lived in 2011, Douluo Continent would have been updated for over two years already, okay? I lived in 2009 and I've already read over a hundred chapters... I'm not going to ramble on anymore, just throw me that Sten submachine gun!"

[700th Load of "Genji Heavy Industries Dungeon". The dungeon difficulty has been pre-upgraded to Hard. Successfully cleared and saving... Already cleared. New clear rating: S]

A summer breeze blew, and the eyelashes of someone lying on a high school desk fluttered slightly, whether from a dream or the warm breeze, it was hard to tell.

He sat in the second row by the aisle window, with delicate features, and was sleeping with his arm as a pillow.

The sleeping posture of lying face down was not very elegant, with messy black hair hanging on the sleeve of the blue and white school uniform, and a fountain pen that was almost out of ink was being twirled between the fingers, the cap of the pen swaying in the dappled sunlight and warm breeze in front of the window.

This carefree sleeping posture would exude the composure of a top predator in nature. On the grasslands, it would be the mark of an extraordinary being on par with the Lion King. The bird's nest-like hair is the mane of a male lion, irrefutable proof of its kingship.

But this is a classroom, and in the hunter's eyes, this is an arrogant and conspicuous tempting prey, the kind that would be unreasonable not to kick him in the butt a couple of times.

The hunter, who was giving a lesson, coughed twice through gritted teeth.

"For the function f(x) = 2lnx - ax, I won't go into detail about the previous question. For the third question, if a is greater than 0, f(x) is always less than or equal to e^ax - x^2, which is the range of values ​​for a. It's a very basic question. Our class is the key to Shilan High School's academic success, so no one should make a mistake."

"Recently, there's been a rather unenthusiastic Libra... classmate, even if you're sitting in the front, you should also be thinking ahead. Lu Mingfei, you answer this question."

"Lu Mingfei".

"Lu Mingfei?"

"Lu Mingfei? Lu, Ming, Fei!"

The gray pointer slammed down heavily on the blackboard that read "XX days until the college entrance exam," reminding me of the role of awakening the "sleeping lion."

And it did work. The lion brother, who was dominating the battlefield in his dream, grunted twice, shifted his buttocks on the stool, and unconsciously changed to a more comfortable sleeping position to continue dreaming.

"...Lu Mingfei?"

"……ha."

"The bell has rung. Someone checked to make sure I didn't skip class today. Lu Mingfei, come to my office this afternoon if you're free. Chen Wenwen, remind and urge him to come over."

The sound of high heels slammed down, and she stormed out.

The school bell is like a bell ringing in a zoo to feed the carnivores; soon after it rings, those who shouldn't be awake finally wake up.

Lu Mingfei's dream of dozing off during math class was interrupted, and he slowly raised his head from the wooden desk.

She groggily smoothed the stray hairs from her forehead.

He had just woken up from the memory of last night's dungeon game.

As a local elite secondary school, Shih Lan High School is indeed exceptionally well-deserved in terms of its break time.

"Lu Mingfei, the teacher just asked you... Aren't you going to help with the literary club activity at noon? This time it's Agatha Christie's 'Hill of Philomel,' and Xu Miaomiao and Xu Leilei said they can't carry all the stuff between them."

The girl in the first row in front of me who turned her head was wearing a white dress that seemed to be filled with sunlight. She stood very straight, and her hair was like a chestnut waterfall with small decorations in the strands.

Business as usual.

"Today? I'll be quite busy soon, I haven't decided what yet... I'll definitely go next time, next time for sure."

Accustomed to the occasional glances from his high school classmates in the classroom, Lu Mingfei wearily looked out the window, resting his chin on his hand, twirling his pen. If he didn't rest his chin on his hand, his head would droop unconsciously.

He was exhausted, even more so than Makoto Ito from a certain anime. He seemed to be shrouded in a dark aura of despondency, and his words and actions carried an indelible weariness, as if he hadn't slept well for years.

In Class 7 of Shilan, Lu Mingfei can be described as a unique dogtail flower... If such a flower existed in reality, he certainly would be, since he was unwilling to admit that he was just a roadside weed. Now, he has his own secret.

People with secrets have this confidence that "I'm different now." Even if the secret can't be known by outsiders, even if the secret has caused them unbearable pain, for a high school student of this age, it's just a feeling of "being extraordinary and different" that they can't help but hum.

Stopping his pen twirling, Lu Mingfei avoided Chen Wenwen's questioning gaze, an unconscious habit.

As a senior high school student, what truly woke him up wasn't the school bell or a nightmare, but his own "superb sense of self-preservation"—he was awakened by his own pounding conscience.

He would intermittently listen attentively to lectures with great enthusiasm, but frequently fell into a deep sleep, oblivious to the world around him.

A person who is indecisive will remain indecisive their whole life if they don't make a big decision. A person who is neither up nor down is like an ostrich, and they waste two and a half minutes of their time doing something that takes five minutes.

He desperately wanted to be less conflicted, because he had his own secret little world—starting two years ago, whenever he closed his eyes to fall asleep, he would have lucid dreams, entering a dungeon-like game world.

At the start of the dungeon, he will appear in a building called Genji Heavy Industries in Tokyo, Japan in 2011, a place he has never heard of before. He will have three strange NPC teammates, one of whom is his legendary high school classmate in real life. Then everyone will happily and peacefully run the dungeon to fight a terrifying monster called Deadpool... just kidding.

The scene was comparable to a live-action Resident Evil. Those snake-like monsters called Deadpool were much harder to fight than zombies, and they even received a major buff in hard mode.

It was really unfair to let a high school student like Lu try to play this kind of dungeon; he unlocked dozens of ways to die in the dungeon.

Burning steel, a hail of bullets suppressing the Deadpool horde, an earthquake that suddenly extinguished the lights in the room, and pervasive mercury vapor... Scenes flashed by like a film reel, constantly lingering before his eyes as he returned to reality.

Peeking out of the window, Lu Mingfei, in his third-floor classroom, stared blankly at the playground, like a groundhog that had spotted juicy plants but couldn't reach them.

Outside the window, the leaves of the trees rustle in the summer breeze. Boys run past, stirring up hot air. Basketballs bounce loudly on the ground, and jerseys billow in the wind, mixed with bits of grass.

Compared to my dreams, real life is as leisurely as a fairy tale.

On the playground, someone was lying on their back watching the clouds. Lu Mingfei also glanced at the clouds, but only sparingly.

The shadows slowly crept along the back of his sweat-soaked jersey, like an unfinished poem blurred by the touch of a hand. He couldn't help but glance at the crowd on the spectator table, the home ground of the schoolgirls.

Between the rising and falling skirts and feet, summer, which had been late, finally arrived.

It was a beautiful season, and only now did Lu Mingfei hear her footsteps. The reason was that she was too tired. For the past two years, she had been so exhausted that every day felt like she was rushing to a market.

If he hadn't made random selections and filled in the wrong information when he saw that "life strategy game interface" in his dream two years ago, this season would be even more beautiful.

The "Life Strategy Game Interface" contains thirteen dungeons, each with a very brief description and completion requirements.

The thirteen instances are: "Genji Heavy Industries Instance", "Three Gorges Bronze City Instance", "Freedom Day Instance", "Beijing Subway Station Instance", "Takamagahara Flower Path Instance", "Invasion of Kassel Instance", "Grand Escape and Tokyo Tower Instance", "Black Swan Harbor Instance", "Rainy Night Overpass Instance", "Burial of Gods Instance", "Red Well Instance", "Ice Sea Twin Kings Instance", and "Gray Unknown Instance".

At the time, Lu Mingfei had no idea what this was or what it was, and thought it was a strange dream he had because he had played too many games. With a playful attitude, he selected the "Genji Heavy Industries" dungeon as the newbie village.

I casually set up a newbie quest that required 700 saves to complete, and I even foolishly selected the hard mode for the dungeon difficulty.

From then on, hell descended upon his dreams.

In 700 days, nearly two years, he played 700 games of Genji Heavy Machinery.

Throughout his senior year and junior year, every night before he closed his eyes to fall asleep, he would play Genji Heavy Industries, facing hordes of snake-bodied, human-faced monsters emitting sharp explosions.

The aftereffects of his cruel dreams have severely impacted his life, causing him to occasionally experience visual and auditory hallucinations in reality. Yesterday, still half-asleep, he instinctively launched a counterattack, nearly killing his aunt as if she were a Deadpool minion.

As a result, I was kicked out of the house and am now a homeless dog.