Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

[Reward successfully settled]

Customs clearance requirements met.

[This level is complete]

[Highly rated clear, Bloodline Experience +600]

[Defeat 16 elite enemy units and 23 regular enemy units, Bloodline Experience +268]

Total Bloodline Experience: 868

[Rank: S-Class Hybrid (8658/10000) >> S-Class Hybrid (9526/10000)]

[Luck: E+ >> Luck: D-]

[Rare Items Drop]

【Ancient Dragon Fetal Blood Serum (Violent Failure Product/Special Product) x1】

【Lust (The Seven Deadly Sins, Authentic) x1】

[Common Item Drops]

[Motorov Cocktail (Fourth Generation Evolution Drug) x22]

[Thompson submachine gun x10]

Mercury core gold bullet (old) x225

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AR-4 cluster bombs x2

[19 Fragments of a Fifth Generation Species]

【The Lost Little Yellow Duck (Affection Item) x1】

This is the first time I've gained so much bloodline experience, and also the first time I've gotten so many items. Some are useful, while others are obviously useless.

The rewards for clearing the level were so generous that Lu Mingfei was stunned.

He had one of the Seven Deadly Sins, knowing it was a rare dropped item that was extremely useful.

He didn't know what the Ancient Dragon Fetal Blood Serum was, but judging from the appearance of the container, it seemed to be a high-level evolution medicine. The glass tube contained black, viscous, and constantly wriggling blood, a tube of active blood.

Lu Mingfei, who had become wealthy, found that his backpack was almost bursting at the seams. He had a habit of regularly cleaning out his game backpack.

This game frequently drops a bunch of random and useless items, such as "Su Enxi's Crab Roe Potato Chips", "Three-No Girl's Seal Diary Page 7", and "Shude Mai's Light Black Stockings".

After the Genji Heavy Industries instance ended, Lu Mingfei naturally "logged off" from the instance and is now in a dimly lit commercial street.

Looking up, you can see the silent outline of the buildings, with abandoned buses and cars stuck crookedly in the middle of the street, their steel roofs dented.

Under the boundless night, black high-rise buildings stand tall, but every window is tightly closed.

The clock tower points to twelve o'clock, its two dusty hands motionless, the whole structure silent like a tall, gray tombstone.

Several shadows rustled in the darkness not far away.

A land of death, a desolate world. There are no pedestrians, even the cement and steel are like corpses, the corpses of still life. Everything is dead, and the dead corpses have piled up to form a dead city.

Don't get me wrong, this isn't the real world after waking up from a dream; this is more like the game's... standby screen. Lu Mingfei has been here many times, usually to rest for a while after finishing a dungeon.

If one were to describe or explain further, this place is like a mirror image of the real world, or some kind of indescribable giant nest.

Based on experience, Lu Mingfei could sit here in a daze for half an hour.

He had tried to explore the surrounding cities, but later gave up. This place was at least several cities in size, or even an entire country, an entire continent... an entire planet.

As you pass through the pitch-black shadows of the buildings and step out of the steel-clad world, a waterfall of starlight from the distant sky will rush towards you, its dim glow resembling clusters of fluffy jasmine in a dark forest.

Lu Mingfei took out "Su Enxi's Crab Roe Potato Chips", leisurely found a place to squat down, and leisurely opened the packaging. He chose to squat next to an old-fashioned red-covered telephone booth so that he could lean against it if he got tired of squatting.

Only after opening it did he remember to check the production date.

Production expired in May 2011.

Produced in August 2010.

Hmm... these potato chips won't be produced for another year or so.

It shouldn't be considered expired, right?

Sitting alone next to the phone booth, Lu Mingfei had no idea how he felt.

Joy, yes.

Relaxed, yes.

It's uncomfortable, too.

You fought alongside them, you worried about them, but in reality, they'll never know anything.

Loneliness is so hard to bear.

His future friends are yet to come into contact with him.

Entering a new instance will close the old one, and the next time he enters the dream, he will go to that "Beijing Subway Station".

He pulled a box of old German matches from his backpack and quietly struck two to warm himself. Actually, he wasn't that afraid of the cold; light and warmth always made it easier to daydream. He could imagine himself rubbing his hands by a burning red fireplace, with his cheap parents preparing archaeological tools beside him.

Under the pale yellow glow of the match, a pungent odor permeated the air, caused by the burning yellow phosphorus inside the match.

This box of matches is a factory product made before Schröder invented the prototype of the safety matches using red phosphorus. Long-term use of these matches could lead to the infamous phosphorus-induced gangrene of the 19th century.

He munched on potato chips, feeling like a squirrel that could start a fire, but only in a simple way—he had an antique lighter dropped from a dungeon in his backpack, but he didn't know how to use it.

It was a silver-gilt sulfur tinderbox, one of the prototypes of a lighter. Its appearance was not much different from modern lighters. It could produce a spark by rotating the steel wheel to rub against flint, which would then ignite the tinder that had been impregnated with a small amount of resin. Unfortunately, it was too old and sometimes it could not produce a spark.

Feeling utterly bored, Lu Mingfei picked up the tinderbox and rubbed it in his hand. Touching antiques always gives one an unexpected feeling, especially small square boxes, where a long time seems to slip away from your fingertips when you're rubbing them.

The bottom of the tinderbox was also engraved with fine Chinese characters and another language he didn't recognize. It was a bit blurry, but the Chinese characters were still legible.

To make it easier to see, he brought the tinderbox close to the lit match.

The handwriting is somewhat crooked, probably because the person who left the writing was a beginner in Han calligraphy and their etching skills were not good. Although they tried their best, their level is really not something to boast about.

"A gift from Menek to my friend Shan Yan, Augsburg, winter of 1997." Lu Mingfei read it aloud softly, a touch stirring in his heart, feeling that it was indeed a long time ago.

It was a gift from a foreigner to his Chinese friend.

The person who left the message must be a very proud person. The message was meant to be seen by a friend and also to serve as evidence for future generations. The message was not something to be proud of, nor was it necessary to show it off. In any case, this friendship was open and honest... Lu Mingfei suddenly had a thought and silently envied.

The wind howled, growing louder as it approached.

Lu Mingfei patted his ears, thinking he was hallucinating.

He had just heard a vague word, a solemn voice that seemed to come from behind him, or as if it had been pried open from his skull. It was ancient and obscure, and definitely not any language he had ever heard before.

But he understood the meaning perfectly. That word was an almost instinctive call, a call that resounded like bronze chimes, like a golden harp tearing silk, like the rolling and sobbing of the sea, spanning thousands of years.

"father……"

Who is calling out?

Before he could think it through, a completely different voice rang out.

Some people were chanting, some groups were chanting, one after another.

"Those ten thousand years are over..."

Suddenly alert, Lu Mingfei's ears twitched. He heard a rustling sobbing sound, and something was whispering in the distance.

At the end of the commercial street, near the entrance to the overpass.

It's Deadpool.

This city has Deadpools, but Lu Mingfei never knew they could chant scriptures. They usually kept to themselves and never crossed any boundaries.

"When those ten thousand years are over, Satan will be set free."

"They bewitch the nations of the four corners of the earth... They entice the dragons of the whole world to wade through the dwellings of the earth, and to wage endless wars among them."

As he listened, he suddenly shivered weakly, as if the devil's hand had gripped his throat.

Who taught these Deadpools to chant?

Having only met him once, Lu Mingfei inexplicably thought of the boy in formal attire in the elevator shaft of Origin Heavy Industry.

The boy had a pair of light-colored eyes that were both familiar and unfamiliar.

Mysterious and melancholic, like a fawn.

They are like old friends, needing no further explanation.

Only now did Lu Mingfei recall the way the boy had looked at him.

我们认识吗？

Once upon a time, once upon a time...

The wind blew fiercely, swirling up dust from the ground in a chaotic upheaval.

Lu Mingfei, covered in dust and dirt, touched his hair and squatted alone at the street corner. He felt inexplicably sad and couldn't stand up.

But he really didn't know such a boy.

Fortunately, no one can see how disheveled I am here.

Deadpool is a dead man, and he has been here for quite some time, so he knows that besides him, there is probably only one other "living thing" here.

The dust and smoke of the mortal world swirl into streaks of yellow, soaring over buildings and acting recklessly; a cluster of brilliant stars swirls around a single point, flowing like a colorful blue tide.

The boy looked up.

A black dragon soared above the city, accompanied by a biting wind.