Cyberpunk: Mysteries World

After John Smith locked the wooden door, he continued to use his body to hold it against the door to prevent the bats from entering again. From time to time, he could hear banging sounds behind him.

The bats tried to enter the cell, perhaps because they smelled something that attracted them, or perhaps because they sensed a fresh living person waiting for them to feed on.

This situation made it impossible for John to move forward for a while, and he could only hide in this cell. Looking at the room full of corpses and skeletons, he smiled bitterly and helplessly. He had just said goodbye to the skeleton of his predecessor, and now he met him again.

He looked through his backpack, which contained food, medicine, lighters, and other things. He was well prepared this time. At least the food was enough for many days, and he also had some commonly used medicines.

When John set his eyes on the grenade, he began to hesitate whether to use it now.

But there were too many bats. If he failed to kill all of them, the remaining bats would prevent him from passing through the passage ahead.

He picked up the grenade but just stared at it. After a moment, he sighed slightly, knowing that this would not solve the current predicament.

As the banging sounds behind him became less frequent, John felt his vision become a little blurry, as if it was already nighttime.

He tried hard to keep himself awake, but his head kept falling forward from time to time. Then he leaned against the door frame. Although his head did not fall forward again, his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

He vaguely saw a short man with green skin. He was wearing a cloak and carrying a bag. He had a cunning expression on his face and looked left and right every few steps, appearing very shifty.

Soon the man came to John, waved his hand in front of his eyes, picked up his backpack, and ran away.

He hurriedly wanted to get up and chase after him but found that he couldn't get up at all. His body couldn't move, as if he was possessed by a ghost.

John could only watch the green-skinned thief take away his backpack. He wanted to shout anxiously, but no sound came out. He suddenly realized that he might be in a dream.

Thinking of this, he felt a little relieved. It didn't matter if his backpack was stolen in the dream, because his things would still be there when he woke up.

Thinking of this, John closed his eyes and continued to sleep. After an unknown amount of time, he slowly opened his eyes, but the scene in front of him stunned him.

There was no bag in front of him, the ground was very clean, and there was not even any trace of the backpack on the ground, as if the bag had disappeared into thin air.

John widened his eyes and said in disbelief, "How is it possible? How could it really be stolen? It was clearly just a dream!"

He hurriedly got up and searched everywhere, but after looking around, he did not find any trace of the backpack, and the thief did not even leave any footprints. The only thing not dropped was the grenade he was holding when he slept.

He sat on the ground helplessly and angrily wanted to throw the thing in his hand away, but after raising his hand high, he stopped. This was a life-saving thing, and if he threw it away, it would be a life-threatening mistake.

Now, not only was there no food, but also no medicine, lighters, and other things. In other words, if he got sick here, he could only rely on his immunity to heal himself. If the disease could not heal itself, then he could only wait to die.

John weakly put his hand down and carefully put away the grenade. Although he was angry, things had come to this point, and he had to move forward.

Now he not only had to look for secrets but also for food and water. Otherwise, even without being attacked by monsters, he would die of thirst or hunger and become a corpse waiting to be eaten by monsters.

After listening to the noises beside the wooden door and making sure that there were no bats attacking outside, he carefully opened the door. After opening it, he found that there were many holes in the door, caused by the bats.

However, it's not that these bat heads were so hard, but that the wooden door was really too old. It would fall apart at a touch. He was lucky that it had not been broken.

John looked outside the door and found that the bats were hanging upside down at the top of the passage again. He tried to walk out a few steps, and after making sure that the bats were not moving, he continued to walk forward this time.

It seems that the bats have regular and cyclical activities. Not every approach will alert them. Perhaps they only start to move at night.

He walked carefully and lightly, for fear of making any noise and alerting the bats. It would then be impossible for him to run back.

Just as he was walking forward, he suddenly felt his foot kick something. He looked down and found it was a moss-covered bone.

But the terrible thing was that after the bone was kicked out, it collided with the blue bricks, making a clattering sound. This immediately made the bats restless, and they began to twist their bodies restlessly.

Seeing this, John didn't dare to stop for a moment. He hurriedly quickened his pace and walked forward. Until he reached the end of the passage, the bats were just restless and did not fly down to attack.

This made him feel a little relieved, and he quickly turned to the passage on the other side. There were no bats hanging above, and the feeling of having a sword hanging over his head suddenly disappeared.

However, this passage was not so clean. There were some skeletons lying all over the passage. They looked like the predecessors and monsters who had died here.

But when John got closer, he found that they had no backpacks or anything, only rusty swords and rotten shields.

The further he walked, the more frightened he became, because it seemed that a fight had taken place here. There were both monster skeletons and human skeletons, but relatively speaking, there were more monster skeletons.

After carefully avoiding the skeletons, he continued walking deeper into the passage. He looked around from time to time, hoping to find something useful. The axe he carried was too short, and it was too dangerous to use it to fight monsters.

After searching for a while, he found that these people did not seem to be from this era, but from a very ancient era, and they didn't even have hot weapons.

But judging from the degree of aging of these weapons, they didn't seem to be very old. But why didn't they have hot weapons?

From the bones all over the ground, he could imagine how these people had fought against these monsters with swords and shields in their hands. They were even stronger than the monsters.

This can be seen in the number of human and monster skeletons, but he didn't understand how these people did it. Was it genetic modification?

If he remembered correctly, those bionic people were the products of genetic modification. They were a combination of genetic modification and technological modification and were half-human and half-machine.

But these skeletons did not show any signs of machine modification, so they may not be bionic people, or even genetically modified people, and their bones were not particularly thick.

John didn't know how they became so powerful, but even though they were so powerful, they still couldn't escape the fate of death because there were too many monsters, and there might even be monsters more powerful than them.

Even such powerful people died here, so how could he go deeper? It seemed that reaching the end of the first level of the dungeon, finding the secret, and escaping from here had become an impossible luxury.

John did not give up easily. Since some of his ancestors had walked out of here alive, he would definitely be able to do it too. Everything he did was for the sake of survival.