Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1194: Chaotic Faith (Seeking Monthly Passes)

Chapter 1194: Chapter 1194: Chaotic Faith (Seeking Monthly Passes)

Minte City · Northern District

"What the hell is that? Don’t you have any solutions? All captured? How can they be captured?"

The man in the red robe raised the mobile phone in his hand high, seemingly ready to smash it on the ground, but ultimately restrained his emotions, gripped the phone tightly, and brought it back to his ear, yelling,

"No matter what, you must continue with the plan. Do you hear the cannon fire outside the city? The mercenary corps from the consortium is breaking through the city soon. This is your chance to sacrifice yourselves for the greatness of chaos. Do not fear. Eternal chaos will shield your life and soul!"

After saying this, he directly reached out and hung up the phone.

"What’s wrong?"

A hoarse inquiry came from behind.

An elderly figure slowly pulled a slender wooden box out of his pocket, placed it on the table in front of him, and opened it.

"Those fools under my command—several of the key leaders have been captured,"

The man in the red robe took a deep breath, suppressing the anger within him, and continued,

"Do you remember the City Defense Army’s Mechanical Camp that attacked the Federal Bureau of Investigation? I suspect that bastard Suote didn’t send the Mechanical Camp back to the City Defense Army but disguised them as City Police, waiting at various intersections.

"Otherwise, with just the manpower of the City Police Bureau, how could they establish checkpoints in so many places? How could they act with such efficiency?"

"Isn’t the decrease in City Defense Army personnel on the city walls supposed to be a good thing?"

The hoarse voice replied from behind.

The elderly hand, veins bulging, reached into the box and slowly touched the crimson gem within.

The colors on the gemstone seemed even more vivid now, as if drenched in human blood, reflecting a crystalline radiance under the light.

"That may be true, but too many of our people have been captured, and one of those captured leaders even knows our current location. We might already be exposed. By the way,"

The man in the red robe, still facing away from the elderly man, took a deep breath, seemingly recalling something, and turned around. "How much longer will your mercenary corps take to break through the city?"

His gaze fell on the elderly figure behind him, and then his words paused.

He observed the elderly man carefully taking the necklace from the wooden box and slowly putting it around his neck.

"Looks like it suits you quite well."

Noticed his stare, the elderly man lifted his head, smiling at him.

This smile was distinctly different from the elderly man’s earlier suppressed, scheming, fox-like grin; now, his expression resembled that of a fierce tiger lowering its head, straining to conjure a human-like smile toward its ’prey.’

The twisted, horrifying smile, brimming with malice, made anyone who saw it shudder with fear.

Yet upon seeing the smile and the ruby necklace now hanging around the elderly man’s neck, the man in the red robe seemed entirely immune to fear or perhaps felt a joy that overwhelmed his fear.

He opened his arms and burst into laughter. "Weiken, my friend, I told you, you are the chosen of chaos. You were born to wear this necklace."

Taking a step forward, he looked at Weiken’s face, circling him half a turn in excitement. "How does it feel? Have you heard the great teachings of my Lord?"

"It feels alright,"

Weiken chuckled, gazing at the man in the red robe before him. "But as for hearing the voice of your so-called Divine Being, I don’t think I’ve heard that. I just feel very comfortable—strangely comfortable."

"You are not yet close enough to our great Lord,"

The man in the red robe said softly, stretching his arms wide with a smile he couldn’t contain. "But your Spirit Envoy is uniquely suited to chaos. I foresee that you’ll create far stronger chaos than we have. You’ll lead our Church of Chaos step by step onto higher levels."

"Will I end up working for your Church of Chaos?"

Weiken glanced at the man in the red robe and casually remarked.

"Of course not,"

The man in the red robe replied instantly, "If you’re willing to submit to the glory of my Lord, you can immediately become one of our elders,"

He raised his hand. "I can step back behind you as your assistant and work together to spread the glory of my Lord."

"Sounds promising,"

Weiken shook his head, looking at the man in the red robe. "But how do I know you truly intend to obey my command and aren’t just trying to push me to the front to take the heat?"

"This."

The red-robed man’s expression froze for a moment, seemingly caught in a dilemma.

"Who would willingly let go of power once they grasp it?"

Weiken lowered his head, whispering hoarsely as he looked at the red-robed man with a smile. "I understand you, but you should show me some ’sincerity.’"

"What do you want?"

The man in the red robe looked up at the figure before him, momentarily stunned.

In that moment, he suddenly realized that this elderly man was also a sly old fox—a fox wouldn’t settle for mere promises.

He hesitated.

His faith in the greatness of chaos was genuine and unwavering.

However, the Grand Elder was gone. The elders were likely gone too. The First Protector was no longer here, and those who could overshadow him had vanished.

Even the one man capable of threatening his stature, the trench coat-wearing Borek, had died while protecting Weiken.

For the first time, he felt absolute power—a power to command anyone at will, to berate any subordinate within the church without restraint, to decide who lives and who dies.

At this moment, he was the ’Leader’ of the Church of Chaos.

Once you grasp power, the thought of relinquishing it fills you with reluctance.

Even as he suggested Weiken should become an elder moments ago, he hadn’t said a word about relinquishing his own power. An elder could be an elder, but not necessarily someone who commands those below.

Weiken gazed intently at the red-robed man, observing the hesitation and unwillingness in his eyes—a look he had seen countless times in other people’s eyes and in his own reflection.

This was humanity—trapped and imprisoned by the rules and desires they crafted for themselves.

The ruby on his chest flickered faintly, like flowing blood brushing against a crimson heart.

"You want me to be an elder in the Church of Chaos,"

Weiken spoke slowly, smiling, "But I know absolutely nothing about your organization. I don’t even know where your church is based, nor how many people you have. At the very least, I need to know something about this organization, even though I don’t particularly like it."

"This,"

Seeing that Weiken wasn’t planning to seize power immediately, the red-robed man’s tense face relaxed slightly, though he still seemed hesitant, "Our base is the highest secret of the church. It holds everything we’ve collected over the years. You know that if it leaks, it won’t just attract the Federal Bureau of Investigation; it will draw the covetousness of other hidden organizations as well."

"You believe your Divine Being has favored me. You invite me to become one of your elders,"

Weiken chuckled mockingly, "Yet you refuse to share anything with me."

He redirected his gaze, turning away, seemingly prepared to end the conversation with the red-robed man.

"Praise my Lord,"

The red-robed man murmured before reaching into his inner clothing pocket, pulling out a storage chip, and speaking in a low tone. "This chip contains the detailed map of our base. The password is ’Praise the Great Chaos.’"

"Oh?"

Weiken extended his hand, took the chip, connected it to his wristband, and entered the password.

Soon, a map flashed briefly in his line of sight. He looked up, studying the red-robed man with interest. "It’s hidden in the mountains. No wonder no one has found you for so many years."

"The places where danger and chaos abound,"

The red-robed man placed his hand over his chest, solemnly saying, "Are the dwelling places granted to us by the Divine."

"Alright,"

Weiken pocketed the chip and said softly, "Do you have weapons? I’m now a Transcendent. I need something to deal with other Transcendents."

The red-robed man looked up at him. Having revealed their base’s location, he found himself less inclined to refuse. He reached into his robe and pulled out a small, white dagger.

The blade’s surface was covered in fine, blood-colored patterns resembling plant roots, densely distributed, and seemingly embedded within the blade.

"This small dagger is crafted from the hardest bone of a C-level exotic beast. It was killed by the Grand Elder, and its bone was extracted and forged into a weapon,"

He handed the dagger to Weiken, who stood before him. "This dagger has been blessed by chaos. Only those enveloped in chaos’s melody can wield it. It’s capable of injuring even B-level individuals. It was originally the Grand Elder’s weapon, but after he upgraded to a new one, this was temporarily stored with me."

"Oh?"

Weiken reached out, took the dagger, and swung it lightly, letting the sharp blade dance around his fingertips. "A fine blade."

The blood-colored patterns on the dagger glimmered eerily as Weiken toyed with it, making the weapon even more sinister and terrifying.

Seeing that Weiken seemed satisfied with the dagger, the red-robed man breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Overall, Weiken hadn’t demonstrated an obvious desire for power, but he was continuously testing the waters.

The red-robed man knew, it was only a matter of time before a conflict arose between them. This man was an old fox, and now he wielded formidable strength.

From a cunning fox, he had transformed into a cunning and ferocious tiger.

The current Weiken was far more terrifying than before.

However, the corruption of chaos would eventually render even the most rational individuals insane. Being too close to Divine Beings may not always be a good thing.

Time was on his side. He just needed to wait patiently—wait for Weiken to be completely consumed by madness. A brainless lunatic would be far easier to control.

While the red-robed man’s thoughts raced, Weiken halted his motions with the dagger.

He stared at the red-robed man in front of him. "I wonder if this blade is sharp enough."

"Ah?"

The red-robed man snapped out of his thoughts, glanced at Weiken, and shook his head with a faint smile. "This is a weapon capable of injuring B-level opponents. Of course, it’s sharp."

This Weiken—wearing the necklace for barely moments—and already sounding incoherent.

Turning his gaze back to the window, he noticed shadows rapidly rushing toward the building. Lowering his head, he said, "It seems this place has been compromised. We must move immediately—glgh—"

But before he could finish his sentence, the blood-lined dagger slashed diagonally from behind, stabbing through his neck.

"Looks like this blade is indeed sharp."

Weiken’s low, rasping voice, tinged with a hint of raving murmur, whispered into his ear.

The red-robed man’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief. Blood gurgled from his throat as he opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to ask why.

For whatever reason, they were still allies for now. Weiken needed him to command the followers of the Church of Chaos. If he intended to turn on him, this surely wasn’t the time.

Moreover, within the room at this moment, the Church of Chaos members vastly outnumbered the security forces, and their combat strength was far superior to those guarding forces.

Was this man insane?

"Isn’t this precisely the chaos you’ve always sought?"

Weiken seemed to anticipate his unspoken question, leaning close to his ear and whispering with a faint laugh, "Or is your faith in chaos not as unwavering as you imagined?"

His head bowed, his laughter low and guttural. "Do not fear. Eternal chaos will shield your life and soul."

Meeting the red-robed man’s wide-eyed gaze, Weiken twisted the dagger, effortlessly slicing through his neck and severing his head.

Blood splattered onto the ruby pendant on his chest, casting shimmering and eerie hues across the jewel.

From a corner, members of the Church of Chaos—stationed for security—stared dumbfounded at the scene before them. It wasn’t until this moment that they truly reacted, shouting hoarsely, "What are you doing?"

Meanwhile, the security force members who should have been aligned with Weiken took one look at the highly uneven numbers around them and turned tail to flee.

"Humans are always bound by the things they’ve created themselves,"

Weiken toyed with the dagger in his hand, ignoring the chaos around him, laughing hoarsely,

"This world was never orderly. Humans impose order upon themselves, enslave themselves with it, and take pride in it. Reflecting on my past, what was I even doing all those years?"

The chaotic followers around him stared in confusion. "You lunatic!"

"Lunatic?"

He raised his head to look at the chaotic believers before him, laughing. "You claim to worship chaos, yet you’ve constructed such a strict church framework. You’ve introduced order and authority. What exactly do you worship?"

"Kill him!"

The surrounding chaotic believers exchanged looks, picking up weapons from nearby.

"Sometimes I wonder,"

The flesh on his aging frame inflated, revitalizing his skin. In an instant, the person standing there seemed decades younger. He faced the chaotic believers, some firing weapons and others charging toward him, effortlessly lifting the blood-stained blade in his hand,

"All those years I pandered to those Vitland lords, sacrificing everything, doing whatever it took to climb higher—was it to transform from a stray mutt into a well-fed lapdog?"

Bringing the blade closer to himself, he lightly ran his tongue along the residue of blood.

It tasted faintly sweet, somewhat metallic—unpleasant but strangely fragrant.

That taste—it seemed to embody life itself.

He raised the dagger high and suddenly slashed open his chest, reaching into the wound to extract a semi-transparent device.

The device faintly glowed, its circuits illuminated slightly, still operational.

A miniature biomimetic implant—listening device.

Since when?

Probably inserted when Borek blinded him, blocked his sense of smell, and dragged his body through that hidden passage.

Bang—

With a slight exertion, he crushed the device.

The distant cannon fire continued to echo, but Weiken already understood: none of it mattered anymore. The mercenary corps outside the city would never make it through.

Everything and everyone were ensnared in that person’s grand scheme.

Touching the pulsing ruby hanging from his chest, he stepped forward and drove the dagger into the throat of the nearest chaotic believer.

If everything had already spiraled irreversibly into destruction, then why not embrace it fully?

Corpses fell one after another, filling the floor with remains. The crimson gem was nourished by blood, radiating a sinister brilliance.

Bang—

The aged figure shattered the windowpane, leaping onto the adjacent rooftop and darting towards the West Gate.

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Minte City · North City Outskirts

The blood-streaked blade arced across the sky, clashing violently against the snake-headed spear.

Bang—

The brown-haired officer’s grip on the spear trembled slightly as he was forced half a step backward, his entire body propelled backward, landing atop the ’head’ of the Demon Wolf mecha.

A faint breeze ruffled He Ao’s hair as, following the brown-haired officer’s tumble, his figure effortlessly descended, assuming the officer’s previous position.

Steadying himself, the brown-haired officer raised his head slightly, locking eyes with He Ao. The corner of his lips curved faintly.

This wasn’t the first time he’d seen Suote. On the night of the gate’s closure, he had stood outside the city, taking note of that face.

"It seems your wounds have healed—excellent,"

He lifted the snake-headed spear in his hands. "I don’t kill weaklings who are gravely injured,"

Boom—

Almost as the syllables left his lips, accompanied by the thunderous sound of a shockwave, the tall officer’s figure instantaneously appeared before He Ao.