Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1143: Give It a Try (Long - , Asking for Monthly Pass)

Chapter 1143: Chapter 1143: Give It a Try (Long Chapter, Asking for Monthly Pass)

The fresh crimson blood streak drew a ribbon of red silk across the sky, shimmering and rippling in the light outside the window, filling the dazed vision of Viko, who was curled up under the bed, holding a handgun.

Underneath the long ribbon of red, atop the large off-road motorbike illuminated by the flashing lights, the man wearing a bloodied jacket sheathed his scarlet blade, looking like a god or devil bursting from the radiance, now bending down to look at him.

The front of the motorbike dipped down, and at the same time, the man’s figure also pressed down, reaching out his hand to him.

At this moment, Viko felt his mind go blank, but subconsciously, he raised his hand to grasp the outstretched hand.

However, his body was curled under the bed and his arms were too short, missing the offered hand by just a little.

Yet, just as he thought his hand would brush past the outstretched palm, the figure reached out again, slightly turning his body and pressing down to firmly grasp his hand.

With a powerful lift, Viko felt as if his body was being drawn up by invisible strings, flying upward, and landing on the back seat of the motorbike.

Bang—

A muffled sound seemed to echo in the air; the head of the butler had hit the ground.

But Viko had no time to ponder the origin of the sound, for before he could react, a low voice from up front asked, "Got a gun?"

Fumblingly, Viko searched his pockets, then suddenly realized he had been holding a small handgun all along, and hastily handed it over.

He Ao took the handgun and glanced at it.

It was a KKG43 handgun produced by the Evis Spatial System, one of the best-selling civilian handguns on the Federation market.

Most of the gun was made from specialty plastic, with the benefits of being cheap and lightweight but the drawbacks of poor durability and power. However, by the looks of it, some sort of modification had been done to the gun.

"Uh, the safety is still on."

In his haste, Viko seemed to have remembered something and quickly reminded him.

He Ao ejected the magazine to check it, saw that all sixteen rounds were intact, then raised his hand to reinsert the magazine and flicked off the safety with his thumb.

At the same time, he held the handlebar with one hand and wiped the handgun on his thigh with the other, chambering a round.

"Hold onto me."

He whispered low.

Viko subconsciously reached out to grasp the figure in front of him.

Then he saw He Ao throttle the motorbike full force, charging towards the open bedroom door.

The door of the bedroom wasn’t small, but squeezing such a large off-road motorbike through it was a bit of a challenge.

In Viko’s eyes, it was as though the small door and the wall were all rushing towards him.

"Ahh!!!"

He cried out instinctively, alongside a burst of intense screaming, as the off-road bike carried him through the door, across the spacious living room, and out into the open.

At that moment, hurried gunfire erupted from outside the door.

On the road outside the house, a number of black sedans had somehow filled the street, blocking the road ahead.

Several fierce-faced figures, though dressed as bodyguards, were standing outside the cars, holding firearms, aiming at the motorbike as it burst forth.

Their training must have been exceptional, for despite the sudden appearance of the vehicle, they recovered quickly and opened fire.

At the same time, figures armed with weapons charged towards the off-road motorbike at speeds far exceeding those of normal humans.

He Ao raised his gun, not aiming at the surrounding ’bodyguards’, but rather at the top of a low building not far away.

At that moment, on the rooftop of the low-rise, a figure leaned on a sniper rifle, aiming in He Ao’s direction.

To be more precise, aiming at Jeko, who was behind He Ao.

Seeing He Ao raise his gun, aiming at him, the sniper was momentarily startled, then steadied himself on the sniper rifle and squeezed the trigger.

Bang—

He Ao fired, the bullet traveling through the snowy night and wind, grazing two meters away from the sniper and hitting the cement water tank on the rooftop.

Hearing the bullet strike the cement, the sniper’s lips curved into a slight smile.

From such a distance, with a civilian handgun, hitting the target? Who do you think you are?

Not to mention I was wearing a bulletproof vest.

Bang—

The very next second, a bright red bloom appeared on his forehead, as the scorching bullet exited through the back of his skull and hit the wall behind him.

His eyes widened, and his figure fell backward.

Meanwhile, on the speeding motorcycle below, He Ao glanced at the small handgun in his hand.

The power wasn’t bad, the modification was well done, but the aiming was outrageously off.

Viko probably never used this gun before.

Accompanying the roaring motorcycle engine, He Ao rotated the handgun, aiming at the distant ’bodyguards’ holding powerful rifles behind him.

Bang bang bang—

The crisp sound of gunfire mingled with the roaring engine beneath the night sky.

One by one, the figures holding guns stiffened, and with the blossoming blood on their faces, they fell backward onto the ground.

During this process, the motorcycle did not stop at all; in the blink of an eye, the off-road bike was about to charge up to the sedan blocking the road ahead.

And those ’bodyguards’ wielding various weapons were also closing in on the two people in the vehicle.

Their eyes emitted a weird red glow as if under the control of some bizarre influence, and their expressions flickered with a desire and excitement for slaughter.

Viko stared blankly at these people.

Vaguely, he remembered encountering these ’bodyguards’ when he visited the Minister of Internal Affairs.

In those memories, although these ’bodyguards’ were fierce, they were not this crazy.

At this moment, these twisted and insane figures seemed afflicted by some invisible hysteria, or influenced and controlled by an even higher, non-defiable will.

Even if that will never intended to control these lesser beings to do anything, its naturally emitted Qi had spread to these people.

It made them fearless, made them violent, and made them crave for slaughter and chaos.

Gazing at those pairs of red eyes, Viko felt as if his own gaze also pierced through the infinitely high places, through the universe and time, about to touch some invisible will.

"Snap out of it!"

At that moment, a cold, thundering voice exploded beside his ear.

The voice was like a pair of hands reaching through time and space, seizing his soul and pulling his mind back from the endless void.

A fine layer of cold sweat instantaneously covered Viko’s back.

His mastery of Mysticism Knowledge was not vast, but it was enough to understand what had just happened.

If he had gone even one step further, no, even a little further, he would have been tainted by the will of the Evil God, and gradually fallen into uncontrollable distortion, eventually succumbing to that great and incontestable will.

He lifted his head, looking at the figure carrying him ahead.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw the figure in front toss away the handgun with its empty magazine casually, then pull up the motorcycle’s handlebars with one hand while drawing a blade from the sheath on his back with the other.

That was a gleam of crimson light.

Viko didn’t get a clear look at the knife, but he saw streaks of crimson light weaving through the flashing street lamps.

The light cut through the incoming figures like a blood-thirsty beast baring its fangs.

Blood splattered in the air, but before it could fall, most of it was absorbed by the crimson light, disappearing into the blade.

Like a greedy Devil sucking the blood, and the blood-drenched figure in front was the Knight, steering the Devil through flames and seas of blood.

Just ahead of the motorcycle, a sedan started up, charging unhesitatingly toward the swiftly approaching bike.

Then Viko saw the figure in front grab the crimson light and hurl it forward.

The crimson light sliced effortlessly through the bulky sedan, and then through several more sedans that had started up behind it, blocking the road and ready to charge.

An overwhelming fire ignited under the sliced open sedans in an instant, the fierce flames bursting upwards, tracing the path cut by the crimson light and burning into a fiery path.

The speeding motorcycle continued to surge forward, while the figures with red glows in their eyes fearlessly kept charging toward He Ao, now disarmed.

Two figures moved with extreme speed, one to the left and one to the right, one wielding a sharp rapier and the other a curved blade with a keen edge, standing before the path constructed of flames, targeting the speeding motorcycle from both directions.

Behind them, even more figures were swiftly following suit.

They intended to halt the motorcycle here; if they couldn’t take the rider’s life, they would at least stop his progress.

For this purpose, they would charge fearlessly, prepared to face death.

Viko stared blankly at this scene.

He was very clear on one thing: these people’s speeds had surpassed what normal humans could achieve; they were all Transcendents, so many Transcendents.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his reaction was too slow. Before he could even utter a sound, the two figures on either side had already reached the front of the motorcycle.

Then he saw the figure in front release his grip on the handlebar, stretch out his arms forward.

The figures rushing from the left and right seemed to have timed their approach perfectly, delivering the rapier and curved blade straight into the hands of the figure in front.

Shortly after, that figure in front effortlessly grasped the rapier and curved blade, then, like sketching with a brush, he spun around and decapitated their owners.

The scattered blood, now devoid of its bloodthirsty crimson gleam, fell unhindered through the sky.

The scalding droplets of crimson splashed onto Viko’s cheeks and also onto the figures of those who were charging behind.

The swords that had slain their masters were now in the hands of the man in the black jacket, who, with the roar of the motorcycle, cut through waves of oncoming lives as he rushed forward.

Blood and dismembered bodies were scattered before the spurting flames, dyeing the snowflakes that drifted through the sky a bright red before melting away in the fierce blaze.

The motorcycle was only ten or so meters away from the flame-formed channel ahead, perhaps even just a few meters.

Jeko had never felt his eyes filled with so many sights: blood, corpses, fire, snowflakes.

The racing motorcycle plunged into the inferno, advancing along the cleaved path.

And those pursuing murderers continuously emerged from the inferno, attempting to block their way.

The figure in the blood-stained jacket, with both hands raised high, mercilessly reaped life after life.

The wildly dashing motorcycle beneath him was like a docile colt, propelling them forward at a terrifying speed.

Sprinkles of burning flame landed on the motorcycle, lending the racing vehicle a tinge of firelight, searing the blood mist in the air dry.

It was as if the Grim Reaper was controlling the hounds of hell, harvesting life in the flames.

Jeko didn’t know how long this harvest lasted, but all he knew was that the relentless onslaught of the crazed figures had at some point quieted down.

They stood behind the flames, staring blankly at the blood scattered in the sky.

Their eyes still glowed with a red brilliance but no longer sought to advance.

The trickling blood rained down in the sky, steamed up in the flames, and instilled the most primal fear in this world, quenching endless madness.

The cold wind blew through the sea of fire, and snowflakes soaked in blood drifted along the edge of the flames, falling onto the wet ground, nestling next to bloodstained blades embedded in the earth.

Boom—

The racing motorcycle burst out of the surging inferno. The figure in the blood-stained jacket leaned forward, reaching down to grip the hilt of the blood-colored blade stuck in the ground, and pulled it out in an instant.

The speeding motorcycle and the figure stained in blood held the bloody blade, charging straight forward.

They plunged into the pitch-black streets ahead, into the howling cold wind.

And behind this motorcycle, silhouette after silhouette emerged from the edge of the inferno, silently watching as the speeding figure disappeared into the distance.

...

Only when the biting wind, sharp as blades, continually swept across his cheeks did Viko finally recover from his initial shock.

He watched as the figure in front placed his hands back on the handlebar, slid the bloody blade into its sheath.

He knew the identity of the man before him and had also seen him from afar.

But he had never anticipated that they would meet again under these circumstances, in this manner.

He was filled with too many questions, he opened his mouth, wanting to ask something.

Ding-a-ling-a-ling—

But before he could ask, the figure ahead raised a hand and answered a phone call.

"Mr. Suote, this is Borek,"

An anxious voice rose in the night, vaguely behind it, one could hear the sound of dense gunfire and the explosive rumble of artillery, "I’m now over by the South Gate Factory, didn’t you ask me to come here and inspect the factory? I’m at the South City Gate now, observing the City Defense Army—"

"How far are you from the City Defense Army Command Center now?"

Without waiting for him to finish, He Ao immediately asked without pause.

"Me?"

There was a moment of confusion on the phone, seemingly puzzled by He Ao’s question, then hurriedly said, "Still, still some distance away..."

"Right now, head straight to the City Defense Army Command Center, find Owai, and deliver a message for me."

He Ao continued speaking rapidly.

"Me?"

The person on the other end was obviously taken aback, "I go find Owai? The Commander of the City Defense Army Owai?"

"Go, I trust you."

He Ao lowered his head, speaking swiftly.

Then he hung up the phone and had Eve send the message already prepared to Borek.

——

South Gate

The red-haired man standing dumbfounded at a street corner put down his bracelet, turned his head, and gazed at the City Defense Army Command Center building not far behind him.

The sound of dense gunfire accompanied by occasional artillery resounded from behind the building, originating from the city gate.

"I should go?"

He pointed at himself, then with some bewilderment, stared at the oddly quiet towering building.

Fully armed soldiers were densely packed around the towering edifice, protecting it as if even a mosquito flying by would be incinerated by laser cannons into dust.

"Mr. Suote, you put too much trust in me."

He sighed, ruffled his slightly messy red hair, turned around, and carefully circumvented the sentry behind him, approaching the eerily silent building.

——

The roaring motorbike sped through the spacious streets amidst the falling snow.

Viko gripped the black jacket, facing the fierce wind coming at him.

He opened his mouth, finally asking the first question that had been on his mind, "Where are we going?"

They had already escaped the danger, but the motorbike showed no sign of stopping.

His voice mixed with the wind, muffled by the wild bluster.

He opened his mouth, trying to raise his voice again, but before he could speak, a calm response echoed by his ear,

"To the North Gate."

"To the North Gate? What for?"

He was slightly startled and didn’t quite catch on.

"To try,"

That calm voice once again filled his ears, "to change the destiny of this city."

The icy wind and snow blew across the streets, past the simple shacks and tents buried in the snow.

The roaring motorbike sped past all of this.

Viko stared blankly at the figure in front of him, watching the city retreat into the snowstorm, and the pale faces that emerged from the shadows, drawn by the sound of the roaring engine.

The air seemed to still carry the afterheat of flames, burning his cheeks and chest.