Chapter 112: The real game begins
Damon did not do as the old man told him. Instead, he willed for the tattoo to activate. The next second, his body disappeared from the real world.
"What a stubborn brat." The old man laughed.
On the other hand, both Kate and Mark began to panic. "What did you do to him?" Mark stepped forward, the crimson in his eyes glowing stronger.
"No need to worry. He should be back in a minute." The old man laughed.
Both Mark and Kate were still clearly unconvinced, but at this time, there was nothing they could do except wait for Damon.
As for Damon, he was standing at the moment in the familiar landscape of the flame lord dungeon. The sizzling heat abundantly made it clear that he was not dreaming and everything was real.
"This..." Damon could not believe his eyes. He looked around all the drops they did not bother collecting were still littered around. It was the same dungeon instance they had run. There was no mistake about it.
And yet, he was now able to access it, with just this tattoo? He did not need electricity or the gaming gear any longer?
Did this also mean that he had access to unlimited game time?
He would have to confirm this tomorrow because right now it was already late, and the game should be running on its usual time.
Damon bitterly smiled at this thought. It has come to this point, so why was he calling this a game again and again? Wasn’t this just another world he was teleporting to and forth?