Staying in the Dungeon and Slowly Becoming Invincible

Under the two-hundred-meter-high giant shadow, there are graffiti, urine stains and discarded pill boxes. The rusty iron bed, black cement, and ticking IV tubes are the meat grinder of reason and the breeding ground of despair. This is a copy of the Abyss. Shen Chi, who was involved in it, discovered that the truth of this world needs to be peeled off with the coldest and restrained eyes. Extreme fear? Hysteria? Doesn't exist. When something indescribable was chewed in his ears, Shen Chi's breathing rate did not even change. Rather than death, he cared more about how to squeeze out the last bit of survival resources in this filthy Shura field. Sneak, observe, collect, hibernate. Let's see how the most ordinary low-level person, in the cold and oppressive copy of despair, can step by step become the ultimate fear that makes all weird and terrifying. [No heroine], [Dark Industrial Style], [Cthulhu], [Infinite Streaming]