Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

There was no fighting, only despair; even the king felt an endless despair.

Lu Mingfei, with his bony wings spread, had never felt so...free, so unrestrained.

He felt as if he had truly grasped the power of the world, though it was only for a fleeting moment. This feeling gave him an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, followed by emptiness.

He has the whole world in his grasp, which is of course an illusion.

In that instant, new perspectives emerged on things that I hadn't been able to understand before.

The world became exceptionally clear in his eyes, becoming high-definition and revealing every detail. In contrast, his emotions became indifferent; he only felt a sense of peace.

Fenrir was pinned to the ice by the "Pride" that fell from the sky. His neck, like that of a prehistoric Titanoboa, was pierced by an eight-sided sword. In order to protect Jormungandr, his mind briefly recovered a little... but it was all in vain.

The length of the Han sword was only slightly longer than the width of the dragon's neck. What truly rendered Fenrir powerless to roar was the "command" attached to the sword, much like the edict on a Taoist talisman.

This is the enhanced version of the "Word of Power: Emperor" command. The command is "Inescapable." This sword strike is like fate, inescapable, destined to forever impale the rebellious subject in a place from which he cannot leave.

Original Sin rose from the ground, and two "Wrath" blades landed steadily in Lu Mingfei's hands. He wielded the giant blades that were powerful enough to slay dragons, raised his hands high and then slashed downwards, vibrating his bone wings and flying rapidly, cutting Fenrir's flesh from top to bottom.

Unlike ordinary creatures, dragons, with their enormous bodies, cannot control subtle movements with only a single brain. Therefore, they hide another brain, a dense network of nerve ganglia, within their spine.

As the rock wall collapsed and the rubble fell, two streams of blood, several meters high, shot into the air behind the dragon. The two swords, in a "furious" motion, converged at a single point, completely damaging the dragon's central nervous system.

Fenrir writhed and struggled in agony, like a twisting, dark mountain, but his twilight had already arrived.

The health bar is almost empty.

Sensing the pain her brother was enduring, Jormungandr trembled and roared, unfurling her kingly bone wings. In an instant, a long wind howled, shattering the surrounding matter, and a scythe of death materialized in her hand. She tried to convince herself.

He is incomplete, even extremely incomplete, possessing the heart of a dragon but not necessarily the body of a king.

His aura was so weak that, apart from his dragon wings, not a single part of his body had transformed into that ancient and godlike perfect body. The pressure he exerted was not even one percent of what it used to be.

Perhaps it was once supreme and great, but now it has withered away so much that even the dragon's bones cannot escape their curling and fully stretch out, and it only holds a small part of the power of the heavily wounded king of the sea and water.

That couldn't be Him.

Hypnotizing herself into believing she had seen the "eye" that would break the deadlock, the Empress of Earth and Mountain unleashed a slash of unparalleled skill. Lu Mingfei threw down the two "Rage" swords in his hand and picked up two "Lust" swords from the ground. The two figures clashed and fought, their four wings intertwined.

They broke the sound barrier, collided at supersonic speeds. They crashed downwards, shattering the icy ground, and the bronze-colored rock slabs rose up from all sides.

"Cancel."

In the deep pit, Lu Mingfei snapped his fingers.

The Grim Reaper's scythe broke and vanished.

Recast.

"Cancel."

Black blood gushed out, and the bewildered dragon girl staggered in the rain of blood. Fiery red ice from the sky slammed into her, and in a daze, she felt the coldness of the world.

The outcome is already obvious.

The gap is already quite obvious.

"How weak you are, the world is so cruel... How can a weak child survive?" His eyes were filled with red fire rain as he slowly exerted his strength and crushed Jormungandr's wrist bones.

After saying that, Lu Mingfei was surprised for a moment. He himself was not sure what the sentence meant. He didn't know if it was sympathy, sarcasm, or sadness. It was as if he said it subconsciously.

After a moment's thought, he discarded the two "Lust" swords in his hands, which could severely injure but not kill, and used the eight-sided Han sword "Pride" summoned by his bent finger to pierce through Jormungandr's body.

He remembered that he had promised to do his best to help Jormungandr reduce his suffering, because a short pain is worse than a long one.

People are required to keep their promises.

The wind flows slowly through Nibelungen, whose original appearance is no longer recognizable.

Lu Mingfei walked out of the deep pit.

In the deep tunnel, a brand-new SFX02 subway train lit up its headlights. The tracks ahead had long been destroyed beyond recognition, so the train could not move forward, but Lu Mingfei did not care.

His attention wasn't on that.

[The "Beijing Subway Station Dungeon" was successfully completed on its first load. The difficulty level has not been adjusted. The game is currently saving. A first-clear bonus will be applied if there is no previous completion record. Completion rating: SS. No need to save.]

ended.

Lu Mingfei calmly reached out to catch the rain of fire falling from the sky; some of the rubble was scorching hot, while others were icy cold.

Is that all?

He felt a piercing pain in his back, his steps became unsteady, and his outstretched keel wings showed signs of retracting. So he quickly walked to Chu Zihang's side and gave Chu Zihang the order "Don't die".

The world will, of course, obey his commands.

The cold Nibelungen has vanished, and everything around us is changing, replaced by silent clock towers like tall, gray tombstones, dimly lit commercial streets, and deserted skyscrapers.

The distant sky is forever dark.

Loneliness has returned.

A strange sense of emptiness and sadness makes one's spirit somewhat numb.

Lu Mingfei stood there for a while, preparing to go find the phone booth where he had rested before. He always needed to find a place to relax after each dungeon run.

If you want to daydream, you should find a familiar place; that way, you'll be more efficient at daydreaming.

Why hasn't the reward arrived yet? He couldn't help but wonder.

Perhaps only material rewards can make me happy.

I hope I can get... a pair of men's pants that I can wear.

I hope it's not too flashy, preferably a loose and casual style in a simple color.

"elder brother."

A boy's voice came from inside the red-covered phone booth. The voice was ethereal and gentle. Lu Mingfei turned his head and found that this good spot for daydreaming had already been taken.

Good spots are highly sought after.

The glass door was pushed open.

"Who are you?"

"it's me."

"Brother, I just got out of prison. I kept shaking the bars of the bars in prison but no family members came to visit me... I was very sad." The boy who spoke was wearing a black tuxedo, with black hair and black eyes. He was so handsome that he didn't look real.

Seeing his puzzled look, the boy gave a faint smile.

"Um?"

An inexplicable feeling of unease and excitement made Lu Mingfei subconsciously stand up and try to move to a different spot.

"Whose kid is running around here, calling me 'brother' like that?" He glanced uneasily at the desolate city sky; he recognized the boy as the one who had appeared in Genji Heavy Industries.

As his gaze fell, he happened to glance at the data panel that appeared above the little boy's head, and he stopped in his tracks, which was about to leave to keep his distance.

[Lu Mingze (Dragon Bone Cross Detached/Extremely Weak/Severely Incomplete/Near Death/World Sealed)]

[Rank: Supreme (Virtual and Real/Dream/Power)]

[Identity: Dungeon Boss Unit]

【authority:???】

【World-Destroying Words: ? ? ?】

[Luck: S+ (A perennial champion in revival matches; after being confirmed dead, there is a certain probability of getting sit-ups)]

[Attack/Defeat: SSS+ (Unattainable by ordinary people) / (Weakness status reduced)]

Speed: SSS+ (far exceeds the actual limit of pure-blooded humans) / (slightly reduced when weakened)

[Physical Constitution: SSS (far exceeding the actual limits of pure-blooded humans) / (severely reduced in a weakened state)]

[Combat Skills: SSS+ (Exquisite and unparalleled skills, absolutely incomprehensible to humans)]

[Gunsmanship: SSS+ (Exquisite and unparalleled skill, beyond human comprehension)]

[Comment: My personal advice is not to resist; you can choose to play hard to get.]

Lu Mingfei obediently sat back down in his original seat and gave her a stiff hug.

"Oh, it's my kid, Mingze. I'm the older brother."

Lu Mingze: "..."