Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

This instance is the same every time you start.

Before fighting the monster, Lu Mingfei will appear on the 14th floor of Genji Heavy Industries. The floor is full of young and cute female operators, a paradise of bows, colored contact lenses, uniforms and high heels. Then a DHL courier will appear, looking travel-worn and looking miserable as he pulls out a package and asks for a signature. Inside the package is the latest iPhone.

My iPhone only ever sends the same text message.

"Good luck, brother. There's been a little trouble here. We're not sure if our friendship is working or not. I'll be banned for now. I'll come find you as soon as we win the revival match."

The signature was Lu Mingze, and the contact name was "Black-hearted Turtle Bastard Merchant Little Devil." Although it's suspicious that a new phone would have such a contact name, it should be someone that "he" in this world knows.

Lu Mingfei didn't know who the little devil was, but he did know Lu Mingze, his own chubby cousin.

Judging from his subsequent use of "the marks of the setting sun" to test his cousin Lu Mingze in a honey trap-like manner, it was just a case of sharing the same name.

At first, he thought the little devil who sent the message was a main quest teammate or something, or at least an important quest NPC, saying something like "I'll come find you after winning the resurrection match soon"... but he didn't see a trace of him even after 700 matches.

It seems there are few spots in Hell and many more devils; this resurrection round will be very difficult.

In the dungeon, on the 14th floor of Genji Heavy Industries, a deliveryman in a yellow uniform appeared like a ghost.

"ricardo m. lu?"

"It's me, it's me. I've been waiting for you for more than 3 seconds."

The handsome deliveryman glanced in surprise at Lu Mingfei, who calmly accepted the package and signed for it, and then professionally checked the handwriting twice:

"You really are... just as the sender described, quite unique."

"If it's you, then there's no problem. My mission is complete; I need to find a stable place to wait for rescue. Thank you for your patronage. DHL helps you conquer thousands of miles and seize global business opportunities."

This silly deliveryman sang the lyrics of GG's song, bowing deeply with great dedication, his waist bent like a right-angled triangle.

"You little brat, rise, my subject." With practiced ease, Lu Mingfei opened the package and, unsurprisingly, found it was another Apple phone.

The startup screen still features the familiar four-leaf clover, and the text message contains the same lines... no, this time there's an additional line: "Happy ending, have a good day."

That was a waste of time.

So he casually tossed the iPhone out, and it hit the blocked fire escape door. He had no right to call himself a devil for not providing anything of any use. He should just go play the revival round instead.

This iPhone doesn't belong to the "item series" in the dungeon's rules, so it can't be taken out of the dungeon. Otherwise, Lu Mingfei could have done some mobile phone wholesale business in real life. He could have stockpiled iPhones that didn't have this model in 2009 until the new model was released.

Inside the building, panicked pretty girls ran around frantically. They were just ordinary office workers at Sheqi Bajia. There were high heels, file boxes, lipsticks, and even a broken fire axe scattered everywhere. Speaking of which, Lu Mingfei almost fell and was killed by a high heel once. At that time, he was still a "useless person".

Feeling unsafe on this floor, people crowded in front of the fire escape. Every now and then, a tough woman would come along with a fire axe and smash the metal safety door. At this point, who cared about the ladylike demeanor of Yamato Nadeshiko? The sweaty girls were eager to try their hand at it.

"Sir, this way, this way, ladies, this is the way."

He walked over and kicked open the security door with the electronic lock. As he had done hundreds of times before, Lu Mingfei dispersed the crowd. Too many people would hinder his performance. Based on experience, Deadpool would soon be able to climb to this floor.

Deadmen are undoubtedly monsters that hunt according to their instincts. Expecting these monsters, which come in groups, to stay obediently in one place is a pipe dream.

The girls went from panic to overjoyed. Many of the grateful girls, carrying their high heels, ran past Lu Mingfei and gave this "handsome young man" who looked like an executive of the Snake Clan a kiss.

In their eyes, this unexpected turn of events was incredibly simple. The earthquake caused a problem with the access control system of Genji Heavy Industries, so the wise family leaders sent this exceptionally skilled executive to rescue them—it was like a divine intervention!

After the dungeon level increased, Lu Mingfei's facial features were no longer those of the naive boy he once was; he seemed to have matured. If he didn't dislike styling his hair, his treatment at school would have been much better.

Being grateful is a virtue, and there are quite a few people who want to repay kindness with a kiss on the cheek. Even the male DHL deliveryman quickly ran over to express his gratitude.

"You can kiss me, you can kiss me, but you can't kiss me there." Lu Mingfei anticipated everyone's movements, dodged left and right, and slipped out of the crowd, kicking the deliveryman who still wanted to turn back into the fire escape.

Fewer and fewer people were leaving; the aftershocks of the earthquake were imminent, and red alerts were going off on everyone's phones.

Seven minutes passed. Lu Mingfei calculated the time precisely. If he went up too early, he would still have to try to mediate the fight. There was no point in reasoning with those three thugs who were in a rage. He had learned this the hard way before when he tried to reason with them beforehand.

The floor was quickly cleared out, and Lu Mingfei took out the guns and knives he had collected from the previous 500 dungeons from his dungeon inventory.

A data panel appeared beside him, and the sentence "No matter how fierce or powerful an armored vehicle is, it's still unacceptable for underage drivers to be afraid to step on the gas" stung him.

What are you saying? What are you saying?

Lu Mingfei scratched the magpie's nest on his head.

He clearly turned 18 on July 17th last year.

In addition, "Forward" is the game's slogan command, and he also knows that "F" can switch the self-defense device on the vehicle, and he also knows "Let's make a delivery!" (meaning to deliver a delivery! The suicide truck can launch a suicide attack).

He's someone who occasionally goes crazy too.

His inventory also contained 232 potions, which were "common items" that would appear as rewards for completing the game. These potions transitioned from bright red to somber purple, much like the colors of a rainbow cocktail.

Closing his eyes in front of the elevator shaft, Lu Mingfei tilted his head and used a syringe to inject the medicine into his external jugular vein, skillfully injecting an excessive amount of evolution medicine into his body, one needle after another.

Nineteen injections in total. This was the wrong way to administer the injections. He had never tried this dosage before. It would be absolutely lethal for an ordinary mixed-race person, but it was just right for someone who was going crazy and gambling with his life and had unlimited opportunities.

He is naturally resistant to drugs, and small doses of evolution medicine are ineffective.

A fire was burning deep within my mind; every cell truly came alive, blood vessels were expanding, blood was boiling, and there was an unprecedented heat.

The deep, ancient demon within his bloodline slightly touched the shackles.

His once somewhat youthful face involuntarily became... ferocious.

"It's so hot. It's a pity that Genji Heavy Industries isn't like Genji Bathhouse; they don't give you a cold shower after you've finished your sauna."

Muttering to himself, Lu Mingfei didn't immediately open his eyes. He felt he might be completely drunk, or perhaps still in that lucid dream, detached from the mundane world.

He had stayed in this instance for too long and was so familiar with the internal structure of Genji Heavy Industries that he didn't even need to open his eyes. There was no need to go up step by step to reach the Mural Hall to rescue people.

With hands covered in tiny black scales, Lu Mingfei slowly pried open the bronze elevator door. Carrying a gun and a saber, he jumped into the elevator shaft where the cargo elevator hadn't yet arrived, his body plummeting downwards.

The surroundings were mostly dark, with only a few specks of dust floating in the light of the wall lamps. There were also traces of blood in the areas illuminated by the light, and the area below looked like the entrance to the underworld.

The unseen man gained courage, seemingly unaware that he was about to go to the underworld, where there was no return; fear and cowardice were stripped away at this moment.

In his illusion, he was in the deep water of a well, with a suffocating darkness. The tight air pressure under the high-speed elevator made him feel as if someone was brushing past him, and countless hands were pushing and shoving.

It seems both crowded and deserted.

As he fell, Lu Mingfei finally opened his eyes, and the dark, flowing energy between his fingers surged upwards.

As the world gradually cleared from its blurry state, his golden eyes burned with a ghostly intensity.