"……here we go again."

After the black flames poured into the body, they turned into a cold airflow and entered the heart. At this moment, his heart beat rapidly, and the frequency increased a lot, and the rotation speed of the airflow also accelerated a little.

"Buzz--"

It seems like something has been activated.

The tinnitus sounded again, and the consciousness vibrated slightly, and the five senses were a little blurred.

Zhikura Tooya stopped his movements, and he realized that he had obtained some brand new information.

【Individual data has been adopted…】

Only then did he breathe deeply and began to study the information that emerged in his mind consciousness.

[Cell activation index: 7.1% of the brain, 3.2% of the right hand, 2.9% of the left hand, 4.1% of the right foot, 3.9% of the left foot, 5.8% of the body]

——This is a brand new change. Now, there are more data in his consciousness, namely all data including the brain, body, and limbs, and the so-called "cell activation index".

(If you look at it this way, these values ​​can be increased upward, which is related to the ability to upgrade after fighting monsters. Moreover, the conditions for upgrading should be related to the black flame breath of the heart...)

The heart on his chest was pulsing strongly and vigorously, and the airflow was also circling. He tried to mobilize the cold air to merge into his body, but after testing it several times, he failed.

"Is the method wrong?"

Zhicang Dongye's eyes were filled with thoughts.

However, he did not continue to investigate this issue because he knew that even if the method was wrong, he could study it slowly next time. Now he is still focusing on exploring this "principal's office".

Turning around and closing the door behind him, Zhicang Dongye also had the opportunity to look at this "principal's office".

The room was very spacious and there was a layer of red velvet carpet on the ground, but it was a bit dirty because it was not taken care of for a long time.

The decorations in the principal's office were a bit messy. There were several iron cabinets filled with documents placed around an oak desk. The bookshelf standing against the wall fell to the ground. The wall on the right was a window. There was a huge map behind the oak desk, which should be a map of Tokyo.

There are also some photos and newspaper reports on the map, which are tightly fixed with thumbtips, and also stickers with note notes and thin lines connecting each thumbtip, etc.

Zhikura Dongye lowered his head and found a haggard mummy sitting on the very grand chair in front of the oak table.

“…Isn’t it a zombie?”

He pushed the corpse with a baseball bat a few times, but the corpse did not react at all, and it was obvious that it had lost all its vitality and became a dead object.

Zhikura Dongye approached some to check the corpse. It was a skin-bone corpse, because the skin and muscles of the whole body were as dry as air-dried, without any moisture, and like mummies dug out of the soil.

"This corpse must be a woman, right? What is the cause of death?"

He did not see the trauma of the body, nor did he know what the reason was that he died - and there was also a black cover notebook in front of the body, which was sealed with a buckle and placed on the right hand of the mummy.

Zhicang Dongye picked it up and opened the buckle on the book cover to read the content.

But just after a glance, he found that he couldn't understand the text above.

"Is this written in Russian? The problem is that I haven't learned Russian."

Zhikura Tomoya suspected that these crooked words should be in Russian.

There is no problem with Japanese, Chinese, and English, but Russian really touched on his knowledge blind spots.

He read it carefully and found that the text on it was not only Russian, but also some Japanese were mixed in Russian. It seemed that the person who wrote this note was a person who was more accustomed to Russian, and occasionally had Japanese in his words.

"Will this woman be a foreigner? I don't know why she died here..."

Zhicang Dongye looked at the corpse and felt a little confused.

Although he had some doubts, it did not affect his subsequent actions. He searched in the "principal's office" and accidentally got some spoils.

"I really didn't expect that there would be a pistol here?"

He was also quite surprised when he looked at the Makarov PMm pistol in his hand. It should be the one left by this mummy.

This gun is a legendary gun from the Soviet era. It is simple and reliable, but the ammunition capacity is very small.

At first, he thought the gun might not be useful, so after checking it, he found that the pistol had been in the drawer for how long it had been left in the drawer, but there was no sign of corrosion or rust.

"The owner of this gun should be this foreign woman. She should have hid her belongings in the drawer of her desk..."

He also found a large tote bag and dragged it out to see that there were still many things in the bag.

"Disaster relief food and canned food, but they are all moldy and rotten. It seems that they are undesirable, but... such a big thing, is this protective suit?"

A protective suit was found. This indirectly proved that the words on the wall were correct. There was a problem with the sunset outside. I am afraid that this woman came here wearing protective suits.

"If you don't pay attention to these points, you will run out without caring about anything. If you are shining with the sunset, something will definitely happen."

Zhikuang whispered in the night of winter. Fortunately, he found this protective suit and should be able to move in the sunset.

Later, he searched through the handbag, and many items may not be able to be used due to time, especially some daily necessities. Fortunately, he also found a first aid kit.

"The first aid kit is a surprise, and this... this is a samurai sword."

The scabbard is not painted, it is a plain white sheath, and there is no slight slit, but the handle is made of wooden.

Zhicang Dongye held the handle of the knife and slowly pulled out the sheath. A faint silver light flashed and the bright blade was unsheathed.

He looked at the knife holding his right hand tightly. The blade was extremely bright and the blade exuded a sharp breath.

"...It's considered a lot of melee equipment."

Because there was no research on the knife, he re-introduced the knife into the sheath.

The time limit displayed in the field of view is almost here. After all, there is only one and a half hours, and the things you can do are quite limited.

Zhicang Dongye felt a sense of blur suddenly surged from his heart.

Next, his eyes went dark, and his whole body completely sank, as if he was being swept into a constantly rotating vortex, and he lost consciousness.

...

After waking up again, Zhikura Dongye turned over from the bed.

I should have been sweating, and my muscles all over my body are very stiff, as if I had been tossing for a long time, and my shoulders and neck were a little sore.

He reached out to pick up the alarm clock on the nightstand to confirm the time.

"Since I was lying in bed, it should have been an hour apart. So, is the time between the two worlds relative?"

This is also very interesting. The time I spent with another copy of Doomsday should be the time I spent in reality.

"I shouldn't be physically traveling, but I do have entities in the dungeon. What's going on? Is this dungeon real or is it just a phantom generated in my brain..."
Chapter completed!