Chapter 167 Is it over?
After rushing up to the second floor, Mallory took out the key with a trembling hand and tried several times before inserting it into the lock eye.
Twist.
The lock of the iron gate was unlocked!
Pull open the barred door, Mallory carried the gun, bending down into the corridor behind the barred door.
After taking a few steps, he could see the switch on the wall of the corridor.
Turn on the switch, the faint light above the corridor lights up.
The right side of the corridor is only a wall.
To the left of the end, an alloy door stopped in front of Mallory.
The good thing is that this door is not locked, twist the door handle to open.
After pushing the door inside, there is a large room.
The room was pitch black.
After feeling on the wall by the door for half a day, finally found the switch.
Turned on the light.
The room was decorated with a small amount of old household furniture.
Sofas, tables and chairs and so on.
Not much different from the sofa in the hall on the first floor, the table and chairs in the bedroom.
The floor and furniture were covered with dust, and the walls were covered with cobwebs.
Mallory turned around and frowned.
Is this really the end?
Is there really nothing left?
He picked up a pistol and angrily pulled the trigger on the couch, table and chairs, and quickly shot a magazine.
It seemed something was not right.
Just now he seemed to hear a 'dang! The sound.
The bullet seems to have hit a metal object.
Was it inside the couch?
Mallory took out a knife and hacked at the sofa, and in a short time, the sofa was completely hacked apart.
He also fell head full of dust.
Under the seat cushion of the sofa, there is indeed a small metal box.
A very small metal box.
By the bullet dented a piece.
The small metal box did not lock, pressed a little to open it.
Inside, there was a note.
The note seemed to be wrapped in something.
Open the note, there was a key wrapped inside!
The note also had writing on it.
Handwritten.
"I don't believe anyone can find this box."
Relieved, Mallory took the key and pressed the teleportation in his watch.
Teleported himself to the small room behind the tenth scene of the gunfight training ground.
Then rushed over to the alloy door and tried to shove the key into the lock hole.
Twist.
The alloy door was opened.
The scene inside, and the tenth scene of the gun battle training ground looks similar, only a little larger.
Only, something different did appear this time.
The Grim Reaper was floating in the mid-air of the training ground.
Seeing Mallory come in, he also floated over.
"This is the eleventh scene of the gun battle training ground, the scene has doubled in size again, and there is another enemy inside, are you sure you want to continue?" Reaper opened in a low voice.
Mallory didn't pay any attention to him, took his gun, bent down and rushed into the scene.
A month later, Mallory finished the eleventh scene, the alloy door at the bottom of the level opened automatically, and he entered the twelfth scene.
"Each scene after that is simply an increase in area and an additional enemy, and the difference with the previous training ground is not very big." Reaper spoke to Mallory again in a low voice.
Mallory still ignored him and continued to bend and rush into the scenes.
A month and a half later, Mallory raided the twelfth scene.
The thirteenth scene got a little bigger and had one more enemy added to it.
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The fourteenth.
The fifteenth.
The sixteenth ...
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Ninety-ninth.
One hundredth.
One hundred and one.
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Two hundred and twentieth.
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Two hundred and thirtieth.
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I don't know how many years have passed.
I don't know, Mallory's hair went gray.
Then, the beard also went white.
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"Are you prepared to spend your whole life on this meaningless thing?"
"You spend half of your day suffering all kinds of torture, and then half of your day staying here to play the training ground, what do you really want to get?"
Every now and then, Death would send some soul-torture questions to Mallory.
Mallory still didn't pay any attention to him.
He remembered that when he was in college, he had been hooked on a handheld game.
So many years have passed, he can't remember the name of that hand game.
It was a magic sword game.
At the beginning, the character was very weak, looking around for NPCs in a small village to receive quests.
Then go to the wilderness to kill small monsters, after completing the task back to the village to turn in the task, take the gold reward, use the gold to learn skills, upgrade to get attribute points to improve the basic attributes.
After reaching a certain stage, he left the novice village and entered the town in the map.
Then he continued to talk to various NPCs, receive quests, and go out to kill small monsters.
He liked that game and also made the first charge, bought monthly cards and so on. Because of the economy, the overall investment was not very big, and he mainly relied on his own time to liver.
His character slowly became powerful.
It may be a problem of the game design, the player needs to operate too much, upgrade to the late stage becomes very slow, the popularity of the handheld game is becoming less and less, the original crowded newbie village and town, the player's figure is less and less.
No more new servers, the original server merged again and again.
But players are still getting fewer and fewer.
Mallory has continued to persevere.
Because he loved the game, and the map he hadn't finished exploring.
Finally, one day, he explored all the areas on the map, all the copies were broken, and all the hidden events were triggered.
In the entire map, there was only one arena left.
The arena is set up so that every time you kill a wave of monsters, a new wave will come, and the new monsters will get stronger and stronger, with no end in sight.
And there is no cap on the player's level, as long as they upgrade, they can still increase their attribute points.
So Mallory boarded the arena every day when he had time, and kept leveling himself up.
Until one day, he got to level 300, and when he finished killing another wave of monsters, he wasn't able to refresh a new wave of monsters.
Instead, an NPC appeared.
Mallory thought he had triggered a new hidden quest and rushed up to talk to the NPC.
What the NPC said, however, was displayed from the player's input box.
"I am the operator of this game, thank you for your love and support of our game, but we really have to shut down the service, I am very, very sorry."
"It's shutting down? What about so many players?" Mallory said in disbelief.
"There aren't that many players left, you were the only one left over a month ago." The NPC answered Mallory.
"Okay." Mallory could only go offline.
"Wait a minute." The NPC called Mallory again.
"The service will not be shut down until an hour later, so I'll give you a set of extremely high-quality equipment that was ready to be released but not released." The NPC initiated a trade to Mallory and gave him a set of weapon equipment with super high attributes.
Mallory played inside very happily for another hour.
Then, the service was shut down.
"There's already nothing left, why do you want to continue? Just quit! Don't waste any more lives." The voice of death pulled Mallory from his memories.