The apocalypse begins with a dungeon game.

Chapter 116 The Only Sober Person

[I don't remember, I only heard the old woman mention that the little monsters have something different about them, so what exactly is it?] Shen Yuan quickly followed up with the question.

In the scenes where the perfect people mainly appear in the first act, I didn't see any different markings. Whether it was Xiao Guai, the young Sister Huang, the coachman, the pedestrians on the roadside, or even the old people and children in the village of defective goods, they all looked the same to me...

This is indeed a very serious problem. From the perspective of the four of them, everything is normal and there is no difference whatsoever.

"So, is it that their eyes are different?" Li Lan suddenly interjected. "If our gazes are the same, and our angles and the content we see match perfectly, then it can only mean that there was something wrong with their 'eyes' in the original story."

Yang Mo was somewhat shocked by Li Lan's association and speculation. "Yes, that's right. From the moment I began recalling my past lives, I've never been able to clearly see their facial features, only a vague outline, let alone their eyes."

However, I have another question. If the "perfect person" and the "defective person" of the past correspond to the "lower-town person" and the "upper-town person" of today, respectively, then we happen to have four such people here.

If you can't see the people in your memories clearly, that's okay. In reality, I've observed carefully that everyone has brown pupils, all the same type of pupil...

At this point, Li Can leisurely concluded the discussion with a concluding statement: "[So this means that our eyes seem to have been uniformly replaced by the old city lord.]"

[It's highly likely that perfect individuals are compatible with those who are defective; this is my basis for speculation. After all, every few years a large number of defective individuals are discharged from the body, making organ harvesting for transplants extremely easy.]

[However, the reverse structure wouldn't be very reasonable. The birth and survival rates of perfect humans are consistently at the same level, making it very difficult to cultivate organ donors.]

Based on my memories of the lower city, the Perfect People haven't had a large-scale reproduction cycle for a long time; the overall population has remained in a strange balance.

[Given that perfect humans are born with the innate trait of longevity, it's hard to believe that everyone would collectively refrain from having children to increase the population, yet this is indeed how things have evolved.]

"On the contrary, the defective ones are continuing to reproduce and thrive normally, generation after generation. If we trace back the timeline, I, Xing Dazhuang, probably don't even know which generation of ancestors you two are of the same age as." Li Can's last half-joking remark was addressed to Shen Yuan and Yang Mo.

The two of them weren't angry when they heard this; instead, they found it somewhat amusing and absurd.

"So, in that case, I shouldn't call you Brother Xing anymore. What should I call you now, Grandmaster?" Shen Yuan complained, then turned to Li Lan's direction, "And Grandmaster Grandma?"

Li Lan did not respond.

Li Can, on the other hand, is quite active.

"No need for that. After all, I haven't taught you anything. It's just that you've lived a long time, lost your memory, had your eyes gouged out and replaced, and so on. Ah, it seems that no one can survive in the eerie labyrinthine city with a clear mind."

[No, the old city lord was very clear-headed.] Yang Mo recalled the old city lord's words to him in the main hall: knowing too much about the past would lead to regret... Would he really regret it?

At this point, it's too late to say anything.

He can never turn back.

"You think he's the most clear-headed because we're seeing the world through his eyes, Yang Mo. Don't get caught up in it. It's nothing." Li Can sensed Yang Mo's poor condition and offered a few words of advice.

Of the four, only Li Can is currently able to maintain a clear mind and replenish his energy in a timely manner by using the zombie crystal core to reduce mental pollution.

Even under such circumstances, it was still difficult for her to remain calm, let alone Shen Yuan, Yang Mo, and her sister Li Lan.

After a brief discussion about the dreamlike memories they had just experienced, everyone...

In the interlayered world of the [Mirror of the Past], a river of shimmering golden sand flows around, carrying with it fragments of dreamlike dreams that shimmer with silver light, enveloping the young monster's body.

Li Can felt her body expand and her whole body filled with power.

After this ordeal, the body, which had been parched, was finally nourished by some clear and palatable blood.

As the fluids enveloping the monster's body gradually dissipated, the four of them saw that the monster's appearance had undergone a dramatic change.

He transformed from a human age of about five or six years old into a teenager of seventeen or eighteen years old.

No wonder I suddenly felt like my house had gotten bigger, even big enough for a reception room; it turns out the city lord has grown up!

Shen Yuan seemed somewhat exhausted. Although she still actively sent comments, her words carried a faint sense of death.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the second act is about to begin." Li Can calculated the time; approximately six minutes had passed since the end of the first act.

In the "Mirror of Past Lives," three memories can be added at once. If the old city lord was set according to his own age, the last scene should be the closest to his state before his death.

That is, youth.

However, this only applies to youth in relation to perfect people.

From the perspective of defective products, they are already ancient people.

【…】

Silence fell, and this time no one responded.

As the surrounding scenery naturally changes, new images are created and visualized, and everyone has become accustomed to it.

Unlike the first scene, this time the little monster didn't appear on the road, nor was he living in extreme poverty, which evoked pity.

He took very good care of himself.

Li Can looked around at the interior; it seemed to be a studio.

The young monster was fast asleep on the recliner, clutching a huge iron box in his arms.

He was wearing a well-fitting denim blue work uniform, and his flaxen hair was likely due to malnutrition or impure blood.

His legs were crossed and placed on the worktable in front of him.

The person's entire body remained in a backward-leaning posture.

A gust of wind blew into the room through the half-open window, and the dust motes danced in the sunlight.

A ray of light sneaked onto the bridge of his nose, dividing his face in two.

Half of it was exposed to the light and looked incredibly serene.

Half of it is hidden in the darkness, making it impossible to investigate or see clearly.

"Bang bang bang".

"Mr. Strange, are you home? I have a little trouble and I need your help."

A soft knock came from outside the door, and even the voice of the person speaking was so cautious.

Unfortunately, the old city lord was sleeping too soundly to be woken up.

【Oh my, the City Lord is getting better too. Now he's being called Mr. Weird... But is he serious? It turns out he really never had a name, just stuck with the nickname "weird" from his childhood for so long.】 Li Can wanted to liven things up among them.

But the words I sent out seemed to disappear without a trace.

There was no response for a long time.

Shen Yuan, Yang Mo, and Li Lan, like the city lord, seemed to be asleep in a dream.

He was the only one who was conscious.