The apocalypse begins with a dungeon game.

Chapter 132 I'll have surgery without anesthesia

Li Can was not a good swimmer; he almost drowned in a river when he was a child, which left him with a deep psychological scar.

Even when he had a high fever for more than half a month, after waking up he kept saying that it was a big fish in the river that lifted him ashore and saved him.

For this reason, his family even found a master who specializes in exorcising evil spirits to perform the ritual for him for several days. He drank the talisman water three times a day without missing a single one.

He was forced to admit that the hallucinations were caused by his drowning when he had no other choice.

The family breathed a sigh of relief.

But in reality, he knew the truth.

The memory of being carried ashore by that giant fish on Earth when he was a child is just like the golden dragon carrying him in the dungeon now—it's not a lie.

Long before the Blue Star zombie virus outbreak and the opening of the dungeon vortex, there were already hidden secrets in the peaceful life.

Strange phenomena in the heavens and unusual changes on earth—when will they begin?

Li Can couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

If I hadn't spent some time in the river just now, I probably would have completely forgotten about this experience.

Looking back now, Earth is no longer what he thought it was.

Remembering the garbled cloud that was the only thing he could communicate with on the wasteland planet Blue Star, Li Can decided that if he could return alive this time, he must extract as many clues as possible from it.

After resting for a while and regaining his strength, he came to his senses and, remembering the old city lord's instructions, got up from the ground.

"While you're still unconscious and don't need anesthesia, I'll take my leave now."

Li Can bowed apologetically to the little monster covered in holes.

Then, he reached into the hole he had made earlier in the man's stomach with his bare hands and began to grope inside.

The already battered and tattered skin has now lost its original firmness and become loose.

Li Can frowned as if she were delivering a newborn, pulling out the miniature versions of the "little monsters" one by one, which were actually Li Lan, Shen Yuan, and Yang Mo.

They were wrapped in a cracked membrane covered with red blood vessels, their small bodies curled up in various bizarre postures.

If it weren't for the extremely fierce attack of the black particles piercing through the little monster's lungs, they probably wouldn't have had a chance to separate from his body.

Although he claimed to have become an independent individual, Li Can understood that this was merely a superficial illusion within the [Mirror of Past Lives].

Although the four of them appear to have shrunk in size and their faces are replicas of those of the little monster, they are actually still themselves at their core.

As for later on, they will die in the racial struggle between the perfect people and the defective ones, which should actually be the time of departure in the third act of this [Mirror of the Past].

To "detach" from the appearance of "death".

This is a remarkable point in time.

After Li Can took the three people out, he placed them in a row on the ground. In just a turn of his head, he could hardly tell who was who.

"So this is the pain of being a family with multiple births...?"

He was covered in the monster's blood, his hands trembling as he used a single index finger to probe the monster's breathing.

Breathing is even and the rhythm is normal.

Although he knew long ago that he wouldn't die so easily, reality still gave Li Can a huge shock.

"Even in this state, he's still alive." He couldn't help but marvel at how incredibly powerful the genes of this perfect human were.

Or perhaps it's a little monster born with two parts of yin and yang, whose power—half perfect and half flawed—is too formidable.

At least during his time in the lower city, he didn't find any perfect people there, none of whom could withstand as much damage as the little monster...

"Is it still producing and transforming?" Li Can tried to put the internal organs out of the monster's ruptured abdomen back into place, but ultimately failed.

The remaining particles were still being transformed and processed by him little by little, and golden droplets sparsely oozed out from under his body.

An uninformed person seeing this scene might mistake it for a corpse oozing bodily fluids.

Li Can guessed that the dragon that the golden energy had previously transformed into was due to the old city lord's ability to manipulate.

At this stage, we haven't mastered that many monsters yet, so the amount of droplets we can obtain is still limited.

Moreover, this defeat has severely damaged their vitality.

To avoid wasting anything, Li Can quickly ran back to Xiao Guai's house, took out the collection jar he had shown off to them, aimed it at Xiao Guai's body, opened the bottle, and placed it underneath, hoping to absorb as much as possible.

We can't let the child wake up with a face full of despair, without feeling any sense of accomplishment.

No sooner had he straightened the collection jar than the shattered monster opened its eyes and slowly woke up.

Two identical faces, one large and one small, stared at each other.

Silence for a long time.

Li Can scratched the back of his head, realizing that he had been running around naked ever since he crawled out of his body.

He instinctively wanted to cover his private parts with his hands.

But then I realized that this wasn't my own externalized physical form. Everyone looks the same, so what's there to be ashamed of?

Seeing the little monster awaken, he was still very happy for him.

A smile, a mixture of emotion and reflection, involuntarily appeared on his face.

Li Can casually stepped back, revealing the remaining three figures lined up on the ground, facing the direction of the monster with a serious expression:

Congratulations! Father and children are safe and sound. You had four babies in one pregnancy.

The little monster still suffered from being too young. He had just woken up weakly when he saw such an explosive scene: four faces that looked exactly like his own, one of which was even congratulating him.

He immediately felt dizzy and fainted again.

Li Can hurriedly ran over and pinched his philtrum.

"Don't be afraid, we are the ones who speak inside your body, we are family."

Xiao Guai used a voice that was so hoarse it was almost unbearable, straining his vocal cords and shouting at the top of his lungs.

In the end, only a broken note was uttered:

"You... crawled out of my body!?"

Li Can shook her head, "No, to be precise, I crawled out first, and then delivered you, which is how the three of them came to be."

"Delivery?" The little monster struggled to get up in disbelief, wanting to see its own stomach.

The first thing you see is a dense network of tiny holes, tearing open the bloated belly, and golden liquid continuously flowing into bottles and jars from beneath the buttocks...

The little monster finally couldn't take the blow and fainted.

This time, when Li Can checked his breathing, it was much weaker than before.

That was truly a state of near-death.

He quickly pinched his philtrum, performed CPR, and while he was unconscious, he found a needle and thread in his house to physically suture his wounds.

After working on it for half a day, the little monster finally looked a little better after he took care of it.

After dealing with the little monsters, Li Can began to deal with the remaining three, pulling them out of the damaged membrane, dressing them in the little monsters' clothes, and then making a set for himself as well.

As the sun began to set, Master Can, who had been busy all day, finally leaned against the door and took a short rest.

In the house behind them, one adult and three children were all fast asleep.

He used those converted energy liquids as nutrients for them.

The monster's wounds were gradually healing, and everything was moving in a positive direction.