Life Dungeon Game

Soon, the elevator doors next to them opened, and a group of people rushed in. However, instead of closing when the elevator doors should have closed, a piercing alarm sounded.

"What's wrong? Are you overweight?"

"No, it's because someone didn't have a ticket. If someone doesn't have a ticket, the elevator won't go up."

"Anyone who doesn't have a ticket, get out of here right now, don't waste everyone's time."

"Everyone, quickly check your bags to see if you've lost your tickets."

Amid the noise, a boy's voice caught He Ao's attention. He looked up and saw a chubby-faced boy organizing the people around him to check their pockets.

A middle-aged woman exclaimed in surprise, "Where's my ticket? Where's my ticket?"

She rushed out of the elevator in a panic, her expression unexpectedly flustered.

He Ao glanced around, then walked to a corner and picked up a concert ticket that had fallen to the ground. "Is this your ticket?"

The older woman immediately came over, took the ticket, checked it, and said, "It's mine, thank you, thank you."

Then, while expressing her gratitude, she returned to the elevator, and the elevator doors slowly closed.

Just then, He Ao's elevator arrived. He Ao glanced at the ticket in his hand and stepped into the elevator.

There must be some kind of sensor chip installed in this elevator, which is probably why physical tickets are required for this concert.

While I was thinking, the elevator quickly went up.

He Ao was riding the internal high-speed elevator. At the edge of the waiting area, there were two slower observation elevators with transparent cabins that offered a panoramic view of the city. Of course, riding those elevators cost an extra fee.

As a slight feeling of weightlessness washed over me, the elevator began to ascend rapidly. The high-speed elevator made no stops in between and went straight to the rooftop plaza.

About a minute later, the elevator slowly came to a stop, and the elevator doors opened to the sides, revealing a plaza filled with flashing lights in front of He Ao.

He Ao stepped out of the elevator and looked to both sides. The brilliance of the entire Dawn City was reflected in his pupils through the huge glass curtain wall.

The rooftop plaza of the Nord Tower is not actually an unprotected plaza built on the roof. Instead, the top floor is designed as an open space, with high-transparency, ultra-high-strength glass replacing the surrounding walls and cast in a special aerodynamic shape to block and dissipate the wind at high altitudes.

The resistance of the ground to the wind decreases as altitude increases. Therefore, below a certain altitude, the higher the altitude, the higher the wind speed. A light breeze on the ground can even turn into a gale of level 10 or higher at high altitudes. If it were a completely open square, it would be difficult for an ordinary person to stand still during windy periods.

Of course, the situation is a little different in Dawn City because it is surrounded by high walls.

But that's it.

This is a problem that scientists in the copy world are researching.

He Ao walked to the edge of the glass wall and looked down at the city that was shimmering with lights. The skyscrapers that used to look like towering buildings now looked like small cubes of different heights, scattered throughout the city.

The wide streets transformed into long, gleaming lines, while vehicles and pedestrians became countless tiny dots.

A telescope was placed at intervals along the wall, and many young people and children gathered around it, excitedly peering into the lens.

Standing here allows people to observe the land they have lived on from a fresh and novel perspective.

With some time to spare before the concert started, He Ao walked around the perimeter wall.

The entire rooftop plaza resembles a giant egg, with the outermost glass curtain wall forming the eggshell and the circular theater positioned slightly above the center representing the yolk.

The yolk is a bit too big.

After walking around for a while, He Ao arrived at the theater entrance, had his ticket checked, and went inside.

The theater is quite spacious and appears to be able to accommodate thousands of people. The stage for the performance has already been set up, and a warm-up video is playing on the huge screen behind the stage.

He Ao, holding his ticket, followed the signs and found his spot.

It's at the very back of the theater, furthest from the stage.

The so-called seating area was just a small plastic stool with a small gift bag on it.

He's now 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a thick waist; sitting on him feels like sitting on a baby's little stool.

However, the person who bought this ticket probably doesn't want to sit down. For example, the young man next to him had already picked up binoculars and was looking around.

This location sells for 480 Federal Dollars, but the black market price has been inflated to 4800. In most parts of Dawn City, many people don't even earn 480 a week for two weeks combined.

And this is still the last position.

He Ao turned his gaze to the front, to the luxurious soft chairs closest to the stage.

When he searched yesterday, the VIP seats in the innermost area were already being resold for over 100,000 Federal Dollars, while the median household income in Dawn City is 10,000 Federal Dollars, meaning the price of a single ticket exceeds the total annual income of most families.

He Ao glanced at the seats that were gradually filling up, reached into his pocket, gently squeezed the object inside, and then pulled his hand out.

The concert hadn't started yet. He Ao placed the metal box in front of him, opened it, and took out the photo album on top of it.

The photo album in the box was something he bought casually after parting ways with Selena that morning. After buying the extraordinary materials from Roger, he put the photo album on the top shelf as a cover.

He Ao quickly flipped through the pages and got a basic understanding of the main characters at today's concert.

Qi Ke is indeed very beautiful, possessing a unique kind of innocent sweetness.

As he looked at the photo album, the number of people in the room grew larger and larger.

Soon, a dynamic sound came from the huge speakers in the venue, and a promotional video for the Qike team was played on the big screen.

The audience in the entire venue erupted in excitement at that moment. They stood up, holding glow sticks and metronomes from the small bags they had been given out, and waved them excitedly in the dark venue.

Amidst the commotion, He Ao put away his photo album, picked up his metal box, and stood up.

Waving a glow stick, he retreated to the back of the venue, then squatted down, opened the metal case, removed the photo albums on top, and took down the partition.

Then I took out the following:

Folding brooms and folding plastic dustpans.

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Chapter 123 A Tribute to the Glorious Ones (Please add to your favorites, read further, and vote with monthly tickets)

As the beautiful singing echoed throughout the venue, everyone's attention was drawn to it.

Although the sky theater does not have the capacity of a large stadium, as a professional theater, its acoustics and echo design are excellent.

In this environment, the singer's voice was brought to life to the fullest, and everyone was immersed in the beautiful singing.

Half an hour had passed since the concert started, and He Ao had to admit that there was a reason why Qi was so popular; she was not only good-looking, but also highly professional.

He walked over to someone who was quietly listening to music, carrying a broom, and said, "Lift your foot."

"Ah good."

The man glanced at him and lifted his foot.

He swept away the trash under his feet with a broom. At the same time, he pressed a hidden switch on the broom, and some colorless and transparent stuff fell under the broom and was spread evenly on the ground.

After finishing his task, He Ao picked up a broom and dustpan and continued walking along the edge of the venue.

Just then, he noticed a thin man in staff uniform slowly placing a yellow warning post against the wall.

He Ao raised an eyebrow, sweeping the floor while watching the man's movements. The man didn't notice He Ao. After putting down the pillar, he carefully adjusted it for about five or six minutes, and left after confirming that the pillar was in the right position.

After he left for a while, He Ao slowly walked to the pillar. This pillar was different from ordinary pillars. Through his ability as a spectator, He Ao could vaguely sense that the pillar was intentionally or unintentionally guiding his emotions.

It appears to be some kind of extraordinary item with relatively weak abilities.

He Ao raised his head and walked past the pillar.

Just as he passed by, his broom swayed slightly, and the pillar that had been carefully placed was knocked to the right and tilted by five or six centimeters.

Then He Ao continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.

This time, in addition to sweeping up the trash, he also focused his attention on the pillars that had suddenly appeared on the ground.

Some pillars are indeed placed irrationally, next to crowds. It's quite reasonable for someone to accidentally walk by and knock a pillar to the side.

So whenever He Ao walks by, these carefully placed pillars always 'accidentally' shift slightly to the side.

At the same time, he also memorized the locations where these pillars were placed.

Another hour and a half passed, and He Ao had already scanned most of the venue and had reached the VIP area inside.

He swept along with a broom and dustpan, and no one stopped him.

Even though he was wearing a large black trench coat that was completely out of place for a janitor, and he was 1.9 meters tall, he was very conspicuous in the crowd.

As time passed, He Ao moved to the front row.

Compared to the cramped back rows where you can only stand shoulder to shoulder, the seating here is quite spacious. These soft, luxurious seats can even recline, allowing the audience to adjust to a comfortable listening position.

Sitting in these luxurious seats, you can clearly see the beautiful figure of the blonde girl jumping and dancing on the stage, and you can carefully observe the exquisite figure of this idol singer who is popular throughout the entire Federation.

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The speakers in this area have also been specially tuned to ensure the best possible sound from every seat.

He Ao walked to an empty seat, gently swept away the trash under the seat, then stretched the broom over to the seat next to him and tapped the floor lightly. "Excuse me, could you lift your foot?"

The seat next to the empty one was occupied by a tall, handsome man dressed in a neat white suit.

Hearing He Ao's words, the man turned around, slightly surprised to see He Ao. He then reached out to take the broom and dustpan from He Ao's hands, saying, "I'll help you."

“It’s alright,” He Ao said calmly, looking at him. “Just lift your foot.”

The man was somewhat taken aback, then he smiled and lifted his foot. Heo swept away the trash under his feet and sprinkled transparent supernatural material in the process.

Are you dressed like this to do cleaning?

The man looked at He Ao with a puzzled expression. "Sorry, I meant you look more like a mercenary, an assassin, or a powerful warrior. It's kind of cool."

"I swept most of the place, but you were the only one who looked up and saw me."

He shrugged and put away the broom and dustpan. "Most people don't care what the person sweeping away the trash looks like. If there's something else more important in front of them that can attract their attention, like a big concert, they won't even look at whether the 'cleaner' next to them is wearing clothes that don't suit him. So what I wear doesn't really matter."

“Very,” the man paused for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully, “very philosophical.”

Then he looked at He Ao and asked softly, "Don't you recognize me?"

"Why should I know you?"

He Ao frowned, then turned to leave.

He actually knew this man; this was Christos, the mayor's biggest rival in the election, who had a high reputation in Dawn City. However, this was indeed the first time he had met Christos in person.

In the previous instance, the two even spoke on the phone; of course, back then his identity was still Rijette.