Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1196: Weaver (Large - for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 1196: Chapter 1196: Weaver (Large Chapter for Monthly Ticket)

As they spoke, the spear that had just been knocked away by He Ao suddenly flew out again. In the instant when He Ao’s flesh was ensnared by yellow radiant lines, it shot straight toward him.

He Ao immediately raised his bloodstained blade and slashed at the spear.

With a crisp ’clang—,’ the spear was abruptly struck. Its shaft halted, but the serpentine spearhead detached at that moment, darting forward like a slender flying knife.

As it flew, a glowing radiance emerged behind the spearhead, resembling a thin yellow light trailing in its wake.

The serpentine spearhead quickly reached He Ao, aiming straight for his heart.

He Ao’s reaction was a split second too slow to parry, forcing him to twist his body to evade.

In the end, the spearhead tore through his attire, slicing the flesh under his arm as it shot past him.

The slender light, like a thread drawn by a needle, dragged over He Ao’s flesh, bringing a searing pain as though sharp barbs from a long cord had raked his skin.

Blood splattered. Gritting his teeth against the pain, He Ao stepped forward decisively, charging at the officer before him.

This officer could control the spear remotely. To handle such a ranged opponent, He Ao needed to close the distance.

However, just as he sprang forward, he felt his body being pulled by an invisible force.

Looking down, he saw that the yellow threads of light were clinging to him. The light stretched toward where the spearhead had just flown.

The slender spearhead had already pierced into the thick armor of the Demon Wolf mecha, pulling the glowing threads into its structure.

And those same yellow, glowing threads were anchoring He Ao in place.

"Do you like it?"

The officer smirked at He Ao, who was now partially restrained. He raised his hand, gripping the shaft of the spear, now missing its head.

All around them, the deafening roar of anti-aircraft guns erupted like a dense drumroll in the sky. In the high altitudes above, black-and-white mechas wielding massive swords attempted to descend but were forcefully pushed back by the relentless anti-aircraft barrage.

The officer glanced at He Ao, then spoke softly, "I rarely ’stitch’ specimens onto the Demon Wolf, but for someone like you, I might make an exception."

Even as he spoke, the spearhead embedded in the armor shot out from the other side, dragging the yellow threads with it and once again darting toward He Ao.

He Ao tried to sidestep, but the glowing threads tethering his body hindered his movements. The spearhead grazed his right leg this time.

As it left a bleeding wound, the yellow threads reattached themselves to He Ao’s flesh, anchoring his right leg to the armored surface beneath him.

The spearhead seemed more like a ’needle,’ aiming to ’stitch’ him firmly onto the Demon Wolf’s armor.

Meanwhile, the spearhead floated back to the officer, hovering in the air by his hand. He gazed at He Ao and chuckled, "Don’t worry. I have the best doctor around. He’ll turn you into a perfect mummy, ensuring you’ll never rot."

"Is this the gift you received from the God of Order?"

He Ao’s eyes flicked from the officer’s face to the floating spearhead and the yellow light extending behind it.

The radiant threads seemed to possess a tangible structure, capable of exerting force like physical lines, yet they extended and floated as naturally as light.

Moreover, the threads were exceedingly ’durable.’ He Ao had briefly tried using fist techniques, but his physical fitness of over seven thousand couldn’t break free from them.

As the light persisted, He Ao could faintly sense a twisted, majestic ’pull’ from the spearhead. It was a similar sensation to the allure he experienced when receiving Divine Inspiration from Order.

He Ao cautiously brought the blade of his bloodstained saber close to the glowing threads of yellow light.

"Strictly speaking, this is a Grace granted to me by Order,"

The officer smiled as he lifted his hand, the spearhead floating gently above it. "It’s part of me."

He glanced at He Ao’s subtle movements and smiled. "Don’t bother. Your saber can’t sever it. This is a gift from the Divine Being; nothing in this world can cut it."

By then, He Ao’s blade had reached the light. With a slight exertion, it entered the threads as effortlessly as slicing through water.

Yet the threads were not severed. They persisted like an ’illusion.’

At the same time, He Ao attempted to break free of the threads’ restraint.

The result was clear—the light’s force remained unaffected.

The threads didn’t have a true physical structure but behaved as if they did, binding him like actual cords.

Gripping his bloodstained blade, He Ao began rapidly sorting through his accumulated knowledge of mysticism. His understanding told him that the threads’ structure resembled a high-level mystical framework, rooted in the lines underpinning the World Bottom Layer.

The yellow threads visible in the surface world were merely their projections.

In a way, the officer’s statement was correct.

Physical matter in the surface world couldn’t interfere with frameworks embedded in the World Bottom Layer.

But if one had access to extraordinary items capable of peering into and influencing the World Bottom Layer—such as the Eye of Truth from He Ao’s Main World—it might be possible to uncover the threads’ true structure.

Fortunately, though He Ao couldn’t bring the Eye of Truth into this dungeon world, its power still lingered, faintly permeating He Ao’s soul through some higher connection.

Despite heavy interference, this residual power enhanced He Ao’s ’intuition’ toward mystical objects.

Perhaps, it was worth a try.

He Ao calmed his mind, channeling all his focus as he fixed his gaze on the yellow threads binding him.

In that instant, his consciousness seemed to plummet into a dark, bottomless well, falling rapidly into the void.

Surrounding him was a hazy emptiness. The diminished power of the Eye of Truth seemed insufficient to truly glimpse the World Bottom Layer.

But then, he sensed a disturbance in his soul—red light flickered, rippling faintly in the blackness as it stirred the void.

Soon, in that hazy deep, he vaguely perceived a special ’pull’ emanating from the World Bottom Layer.

The sensation of this pull only lasted a moment before an overwhelming fatigue engulfed his soul. He Ao instinctively withdrew, and the world around him brightened once more.

It seemed he had done a lot, yet only an instant had passed in the outside world.

The forced ’glimpse’ had severely drained his energy. A mild dizziness overtook him, and crimson tears seeped from the corners of his eyes.

Though he hadn’t ’seen’ much, the agitation from the God of Chaos’s corruption entwined with his soul had disrupted the light threads slightly, causing faint ripples in their underlying structure within the World Bottom Layer.

Indeed, it was a framework—a mystical schema grounded beneath the world.

He Ao’s speculations were correct.

Countless thoughts raced through his mind.

He Ao took a steadying breath, brushing his hand lightly over the ruby-tipped staff at his waist, while gazing at the light binding his body.

Physical problems require physical solutions, but mysticism requires mystical methods.

Boom—

At that moment, the ’ground’ beneath He Ao shook as if struck by an earthquake.

The massive Demon Wolf mecha raised its head. Its left cannon glowed with an intense red light, unleashing a devastating blast toward the fortress gate.

Mechas and aircraft along the path scrambled to evade it. Those that didn’t escape were instantly melted into molten metal by the crimson beam.

Boom—

The beam struck the gate, causing it to tremble violently.

The attack disrupted the ongoing mecha battle, creating a gap leading directly to the Demon Wolf.

Swarms of mercenary mechas quickly seized the opportunity, flying through the breach and rushing toward the Demon Wolf’s upper decks.

"Ah, the Demon Wolf’s cooldown has ended,"

The officer remarked, his body swaying slightly from the tremors caused by the Demon Wolf’s movement. He glanced regretfully at the trembling gate in the distance, then looked at the spearhead hovering beside him.

"A pity," he said, turning back to He Ao. "I was hoping to chat with you a bit longer."

His Talent Sequence wasn’t particularly suited for combat, which made him enjoy seeing his opponents’ expressions of shock upon realizing the nature of his abilities—especially those gifted in battle, brimming with confidence, only to be caught off guard.

It was likely a form of vanity. Yet, most of the time, he wouldn’t reveal his abilities to others.

When he did share the truth, it often meant he had no intention of letting his opponent live long enough to speak of it.

"Don’t worry, I won’t kill you,"

The sharp spearhead, trailing its glowing yellow thread, suddenly detached from his grasp. The officer smirked at He Ao and continued, "I’ll cut out your tongue, fix you here, and ensure you watch as the city you protect crumbles. I’ll bring you the severed heads of your subordinates, your comrades—everyone—and lay them before you."

He Ao glanced up at the officer before him. As though expecting this outcome, he twisted his body and narrowly avoided the flying knife-like spearhead.

"You dodged once; can you dodge forever?"

The officer’s smile deepened as he spoke.

The spearhead, now embedded in the mecha behind He Ao, emerged from the other side, flying toward him from behind.

He Ao raised his bloodstained saber, positioning it behind his back. At the precise moment before the spearhead could strike, he deflected it.

Lowering his gaze, He Ao mentally calculated the time it would take for the spearhead to circle back.

"Impressive,"

The officer said, studying He Ao’s reaction. His grin widened. "The stronger the specimen, the more valuable the collection."

As the deflected spearhead hurtled away, it once again lodged itself in the mecha’s armor.

Under their feet, the Demon Wolf shook violently. The cannon on its right side was nearly charged, pulsing with glowing light.

Meanwhile, mercenary mechas swarmed through the breach, closing in on the Demon Wolf’s top deck.

Explosive anti-aircraft fire erupted in the skies, pushing the black-and-white mechas into a defensive retreat.

Mercenary Hell Apostle mechas poured out in droves, converging on the black-and-white mechas like a surging tide.

The fragile defensive line maintained by the Blazing Angel mechas crumbled under the relentless assault. More mercenary mechas swarmed toward the Demon Wolf’s upper levels.

Flashes of light streaked through the sky, targeting the black-and-white mechas.

Some mercenary mechas even redirected their weapons toward He Ao below.

Amidst the chaotic bombardment, He Ao glanced briefly at one of the cameras mounted on a nearby mecha, then quickly shifted his gaze back to the officer before him.

During the earlier skirmish, He Ao had reached the limits of what he could discern about the officer’s capabilities.

In an adrenaline-fueled burst, the officer could exert power equivalent to over seven thousand—but only for an instant. His strength would then rapidly decline to around six thousand, which was likely his stable ’active’ capacity.

Even maintaining that six-thousand-level power seemed challenging for him; otherwise, he wouldn’t have engaged He Ao with a typical B-level physique at the outset.

Divine Grace operates through Equivalent Exchange. A person’s ability to gather ’sacrifices’ is ultimately finite.

If the officer chose to manifest the top-tier mystical framework embodied in the yellow threads, he couldn’t have enough sacrifices left to bolster his own strength substantially.

Unlike Denock, this officer had clearly abandoned his humanity.

The energy nodes in his body, fully extended as he activated the light threads, revealed four focal points.

Three of them aligned in a straight line, but the one at his heart stood apart from the others.

Explosions of anti-aircraft fire roared like thunder, filling the air with chaos.

Calming his thoughts, He Ao’s mind raced with countless ideas.

Behind him, the spearhead was once again embedded in the armor, ready to launch at any moment.

The officer stood not far ahead, his eyes fixed on He Ao with an air of amusement.

He Ao’s restrained limbs and weapons fell inches short of reaching the yellow threads binding him.

The officer observed He Ao’s struggles as if watching a beast trapped in chains while standing safely beyond its reach.

There was a mocking glint in his eyes, something between ridicule and derision.

He Ao’s hand drifted to his waist.

Disrupting such a high-level framework would certainly require paying a steep price.

The longer he let yellow threads ensnare him, the higher the cost of breaking free would grow. The longer he waited, the slimmer his chances of escaping.

Perhaps, he only had one shot.

The enemies opposing him in this dungeon world were proving more elusive and formidable than ever.

At that moment, the officer noticed He Ao’s hand movements and directed his attention toward them.

Behind He Ao, the sharp spearhead burst from the armor again, hurtling toward his back.

The officer extended his hand, raising the spear shaft and leaning forward to strike at whatever item He Ao was reaching for at his waist.

In that precise moment, He Ao’s fingers touched the ruby-tipped staff.

His eyes locked onto the glowing threads binding him.

Chaos Art!

Blood seeped from the surface of his skin, streaking down his cheeks.

The radiant yellow threads quivered, and the intricate framework embedded in the World Bottom Layer wavered slightly.

The disruption caused the threads to flicker violently and then suddenly ’snap.’

Gripping his bloodied blade tightly, He Ao lunged forward, leaping toward the officer, who was leaning down and had yet to react.