Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

"Aren't you going to use an umbrella? I have another one here."

"Brother, the rain felt so soft on me today. I'm an intermittent 'rain addict,' and usually around this time I'd want to open a bottle of Sauternes."

"Don't be so fussy. All I have here is a bottle of Nutritional Express to offer you... Would you like to drink the Evolution Drug?"

"Give me a little."

A light, pale golden drizzle hangs suspended, time seems to stand still, and the sounds of water from the sky and the ground are silenced. Smoke shrouds the tall buildings, and the spires of the complex are hooked with golden edges.

It is night now, without stars or moon. The setting sun has long since sunk into the glass curtain wall forest of the new district on the opposite bank. The neon lights are probably no match for the raindrops in the sky. Each raindrop is like an amber that preserves fragments of the sky's light.

Light snow even began to fall in the low-altitude sky, hovering over the clear northern skies. It was merely an embellishment of the night sky, like the Star of Bethlehem, white wind chimes, and snow lights hanging on a Christmas tree.

After the golden rain comes a pure, cool white tone. In this kind of weather, a well-balanced drink is perfect for cleansing the palate. It's suitable for busy city dwellers to enjoy a couple of sips after a long day. When looking up from a high place, you can see the distant waves.

The rooftop of the Huanyu Building is filled with the rich aroma of braised pork intestines and roasted chicken wings.

"Are we not in reality right now?" Lu Mingfei, who was watching this scene, held the umbrella under his arm, with some yellow oil still on his lips. After taking a sip of his energy drink, he felt a little dazed.

The scenery here is more like a fairytale version of a seaside town.

Not long ago, it was also like a fairy tale. The commercial street was lined with shops selling braised large intestines, roasted chicken wings, and all kinds of ice cream. The drinks in the supermarket beverage cabinet had all been replaced with nutritional drinks. He and Lu Mingze successfully bought everything they wanted and even found an abandoned building that a gatekeeper allowed them to enter. Everyone along the way greeted them with smiles.

It's like everything you wish for comes true; you can do whatever you want, and the whole world is sending you goodwill.

Judging from Lu Mingfei's unlucky experiences in the first eighteen years, he was the embodiment of bad luck. How could he possibly expect Lady Luck to wave to him gently? Lady Luck would be considered a goddess of good character if she didn't curse him and kick him a couple of times.

The two gluttons had already devoured the double portion of braised pork intestines without chili, and the last chicken wing was placed in the center of the parchment paper. Lu Mingfei and Lu Mingze's eyes were both casually glancing at this chicken wing.

At this moment, they are peerless swordsmen, listening to the drizzle falling on the bamboo, holding their sword hilts and exchanging casual composure, waiting for their opponent to reveal a weakness before delivering a swift and deadly blow.

"Yes, I didn't mean to hide it from you, we're dreaming right now," Lu Mingze said. "We're in the dream world I created, not 'Uld's Dream,' the pace here is much slower."

"If you choose to stay here, I will explain the rules to you immediately. I will give you an hour to think it over. Of course, you can't stay in my dream world for too long, just enough to catch your breath... seven days at most."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "You still remember Chen Wenwen, right? In the dream I created, you can do whatever you want. The other two from Shilan can also be considered as candidates. Of course, these are only one-thousandth of the benefits. I feel that with your current personality, you would rather play StarCraft all night and take a hot bath. We can also go for a walk in a while."

Stretching his legs out onto the rooftop, Lu Mingze closed his eyes contentedly and snapped his fingers. Then he pointed to a bronze door he had created in mid-air: "That leads to the game's instance world. You can go there anytime you get tired of playing in my world. Choose: rest for two days in reality or rest for seven days here with me."

The bronze door bolts loosened, and the half-rotten door opened and floated in the air.

"Do you really think I can do whatever I want in your dreams?" Lu Mingfei raised an eyebrow, chicken bone in his mouth, like a wolf with savage green eyes in the wild. "I'm sorry, Ze-chan, I have no ambition, I just want to steal your last chicken wing. I've seen through your strategy of rambling on and on to distract me."

"I will guard my good brother closely, just like a fairy tale knight guarding a duke, protecting his last wing." Lu Mingze sat up straight like a vigilant meerkat.

"Isn't the fairytale knight supposed to protect the princess?"

"It's all the same. If you have tyranny, you don't know how many knights will cling to your leg and beg to protect everything you have... Fast-paced revenge is a shortcut to power and strength. Sidney Sheldon was a world-class storyteller in this regard."

"Sydney Sheldon?" Lu Mingfei was a little unsure. The name sounded familiar. Although he had spent a year in the literary society, he was particularly unsophisticated and blindly obedient in some aspects.

The overall reading atmosphere of Shilan Literary Society leans towards the type of novels like "The Lover," and occasionally detective and suspense literature that Zhao Menghua likes, but he himself is completely indifferent to those two types.

The two or three books he had seriously read were Soviet literature from the 1950s. Because he was going to lie down with Deadpool at night, he had to hypnotize himself during the day by saying, "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, I'm a tough guy philosopher who understands suffering."

"I thought you remembered this author." Lu Mingze downed the evolution medicine in one gulp, his expression unchanged as if he were drinking mineral water. "There's a plot in his novel where a guy wakes up one morning with amnesia and discovers that he has a 35mm film implanted in his inner thigh with the password to a Zurich bank safe deposit box written on it. When he opens the safe, it's full of guns, ammunition, and four million US dollars... That's where his story begins. You especially liked that part, and you would repeatedly check your inner thigh after waking up from a dream in middle school."

Lu Mingze deliberately combined parts of the different authors' "The Identity of Bourne" and "Midnight Memories" into one, because people reading them for the first time would get them mixed up, and sometimes people's memories can deceive themselves.

"I remembered this plot as soon as you mentioned it. I usually skim through novels and don't really remember the author's name. You're like a mind reader to me. But since you know me so well, you should understand—"

Lu Mingfei said casually, "I understand I won't be taking a break."

Lu Mingze looked at Lu Mingfei seriously, appearing to be a caring younger brother: "But you still have eleven dungeons to complete. You're going to grind yourself to death. Right now, the real devil is your pride, not me."

Lu Mingfei scratched his head: "If I relax, I'll collapse sooner or later. There are many great people in this world who can maintain a balance between work and rest, but I can't do it at all. My only supervisor is myself, and I can't fool myself."

"When I used to have trouble holding a gun and my hands would shake, someone whispered in my ear what his kendo teacher had taught him: 'Have you thought it through before you gripped the hilt? Once you've decided to hold it, don't let go. The day you let go is the day you die.' Now that I think about it, it makes sense. Anyway, I already have enough trouble. I might as well stand on the edge of the cliff and listen to the tsunami. A desperate gamble might actually make me live like a human being."

"What did you say to him back then?" The little devil wasn't curious about which person in Genji Heavy Industries said those words; he only cared about one person from beginning to end.

"What else can I say? At the time, I longed for happiness and a normal life. My legs were shaking as I said, 'I'm holding a gun, not a sword. The temperature difference between cold weapons and firearms doesn't apply here.'"

"Things are different now."

Lu Mingfei began to circle his hand as he stroked the little devil's hair, finding it incredibly smooth. He then ruffled the meticulously styled black hair into a bird's nest.

"What kind of reasoning can you have with a thug?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Mingfei stood up, dusted himself off, and pulled out two Desert Eagles before jumping off the roof. He picked up the last chicken wing and fell towards the bronze door leading to the "Grand Escape and Tokyo Tower Dungeon".

To welcome his arrival, the ancient, winding patterns inside the bronze door glowed with a dark golden light, and a black vortex of distorted spacetime appeared where the patterns converged.

Lu Mingze sighed and adjusted to a relatively elegant "You jump, I jump" pose after jumping.

[Attention adventurers! Normal mode is now available. In this mode, the monsters in the dungeon do not have any base stat boosts.]

The new instance "Grand Escape and Tokyo Tower Instance" is coming soon. The instance quests are entirely up to you... No quests available.

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