Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1203: The Living and the Dead (Big - , Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 1203: Chapter 1203: The Living and the Dead (Big Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

The wind in the snowy land rustled, as humanoid lizards like phantoms crossed through the forest, brandishing their sharp claws, and attacked the blood-stained figure standing in the forest clearing.

Behind these white humanoid lizards, an elderly man in white robes, wrapped in red radiance, rushed forward like a streak of light, blending among the humanoid lizards.

The dagger in his hand glowed with a cold red light, carried with it a maddening chaos, as if it was trying to snatch away lives, stabbing forward.

The silent wind kicked up the snow in the mountains and forests, sprinkling down dense snowflakes.

The snow beneath the sky seemed to grow even more intense at this moment.

The white humanoid lizards were already close to the figure at the center of the snowy plain. The girl beside this figure had red eyes and had already lost control of her body.

In the loneliness of the white snow, the figure had no help at all.

The red dagger hid within the gaps between the humanoid lizards, waiting for these creatures to attack first, probing the enemy’s moves.

Waiting for a perfect opportunity to kill with a single strike.

However, under this still snowy plain, the bloody figure standing in the woods remained motionless, only holding the knife handle behind him, standing there.

Upon closer inspection, it was unclear when he had closed his eyes, only tilting his ear slightly, as if listening to the wind in the forest.

The girl standing next to him had already been pushed away from the dangerous core by an invisible force before those humanoid lizards closed in.

The closest humanoid lizard had already extended its sharp claws to his chest, but he remained unmoved.

Densely packed claws began to appear from all around him, trying to tear his body apart.

Yet he kept standing there, gripping the knife handle, his eyes tightly shut.

It was as if he didn’t see anything, as if he didn’t want to see anything.

Seeing this, the old man holding the red dagger hesitated briefly, but soon, he tightened his grip on the blade once again.

Nothing but a feint.

The humanoid lizard’s sharp claws finally touched the clothing of the figure in the forest.

The elderly man enveloped in red light stepped forward, his blade like light, cutting through the chaotic claws towards the heart of the person before him.

At this instant, the figure with tightly closed eyes suddenly raised his arm, drawing the blade from his back.

Buzz—

It was as if it were the sound of a blood-colored blade trembling in the snow, or maybe the shiver of blood splattering from tearing humanoid lizard bodies.

The sharp blade sliced through sky and earth, splitting the crimson snow white ice crystals, also cutting the roaring monster beside these crystals in half.

It seemed like just an unremarkable swing of the knife, the blood-red blade circled around the figure in the woods.

However, wherever the blade passed, exploding crimson splattered like blooming flowers, droplets of blood filled the white snow on the branches, like blossoming red plums.

Everything happened so fast that before the elderly man thrusting out the dagger could react, the blade had already reached before him.

Boom—

The blood-colored broad knife with surging power easily shook off the slender dagger in the old man’s hand.

In an instant, fine cracks spread over the red glowing blade’s body, then accompanied by a "boom" sound, the entire knife crumbled apart, scattering into countless fragments.

Drifting snowflakes passed through scattering blade fragments and also refracted on those fragments, the same old and surprised face.

He had probably imagined countless possibilities, but never anticipated this situation.

The opponent’s displayed power seemingly was not stronger than his, yet it easily shattered the blade in his hand, breaking through his carefully constructed attack.

In his red pupils flickered disbelief, as if that freshly built ’confidence,’ was like tissue paper, torn apart effortlessly by someone else.

How could it be...

My power is clearly stronger, I clearly have already received the grace of chaos...

He is even so badly injured...

How could it be...

I should have been the one winning...

The bloody blade almost instantly reached his waist and then gently pulled upward.

Intense bone-chilling pain accompanied by the terror of life and death surged into his mind, making his consciousness instantly clear. He opened his mouth, shouting with the fastest voice in his life, "I have the collaborator formula—don’t kill me—"

The bloody blade reached in front of his neck and then slowly pulled up.

His entire self spun like a spinning top, rolling over onto the white snow.

Blood gushed from a huge wound almost diagonally covering his entire body.

But now he couldn’t care about the intense pain. He crawled on the snow, pressed down his pain with cold snowflakes, lifted his head, and looked forward.

The broad bloody blade aimed downwards, but no blood dripped, the gushing blood adhered to the blade’s surface, slowly absorbed by the blood blade.

And the bloodstained figure in the woods had already opened his eyes, dropping his gaze, looking at the elderly man on the ground.

Dim heavenly light spilled from behind him through the clouds, outlining his silhouette, and ethereal snowflakes danced behind him, connected with ancient trunks like layers of fluttering banners.

Looking up from below, this figure seemed so tall, overlooking, as if a divine being controlling mortal life and death.

Weiken stared dazedly at this scene.

Once, he’d imagined countless times that he should be like this, flipping clouds, covering rain, life at the blink of an eye, death at the closing of eyes, being a divine being in the world.

But now, he was crawling in the snow, becoming one who looked up to the divine being.

He lowered his head, speaking with difficulty and hoarseness, no longer with the arrogance and sharpness earlier, "I can tell you the collaborator’s secret medicine formula, spare me, I just beg you to spare my life."

His body curled up, hand reaching underneath, slowly groping forward to where another small dagger was hidden.

His power was stronger than the opponent’s, only the skill was lacking, if he could seize the moment...

Just when he gripped the knife handle, a calm voice came from above his head, "What did you come here to find?"

That voice didn’t ask for the secret medicine formula as he anticipated, but asked a seemingly ’completely unrelated’ question.

Weiken hesitated slightly, raising his head to look at the figure standing before him.

The calm eyes looked at him, as if a sharp sword piercing and dissecting his soul.

"Ha."

He no longer concealed, suddenly drawing the knife, about to strike out.

Poof—

But in that instant, he felt pain in his back.

He turned around in bewilderment, only seeing a short-haired girl holding a sharp dagger, madly stabbing this dagger into his back heart.

That single throw earlier threw him beside the short-haired girl.

The girl’s eyes still had some kind of lingering red, some kind of crystalline liquid adhered to her cheeks.

She seemed to have momentarily lost reason, just blindly applying force, gripping the knife handle with red hands, trying to drive the blade deeper into the elder’s body.

Her blade was sharp enough, but not enough to completely break through the old man’s modified body defense. The blade only pierced the skin slightly, but it also thwarted the old man’s attempt to strike.

Weiken looked angrily at the girl who thwarted his action, raising the blade, wanting to kill her directly.

At that moment, he saw the girl’s rippling pupils, and his action froze.

He gave up on the girl, turned around, raised a knife, and unhesitatingly stabbed toward He Ao beside him.

"Sigh..."

He Ao calmly watched his movement, lightly sighed.

He raised his hand, blood-red radiance swept across the sky.

Blood gushed from Weiken’s neck, splattering on the white snow.

His body was long mutated by the power of the God of Chaos, with a total of four energy aggregation points inside, three in the body’s trunk, all destroyed by He Ao’s previous strike.

The last one was at the neck.

The old man’s figure fell backward, he gazed dazedly at He Ao before him.

He Ao’s gaze slowly lowered, meeting the eyes of the old man before him.

He stood in the light of this twilight, yet also backed by the brilliance, light and shadow merged on his cheeks.

The old man seemed to have seen something, opened his mouth wanting to make a sound but nothing came out.

Ultimately, his form leaned back, falling into the white snow.

The cold wind brushed against his cheeks, carrying the bone-chilling cold of winter.

The surrounding light seemed to have completely dimmed, the whole world slowly contracted, seemingly returning to that cramped, small, cold room.

Falling snowflakes sprinkled through the window, he opened his eyes, gazing at the broken window frame.

Pained muttering of ’hum hum’ came beside him, it was a thin woman in light clothing, curled up in the corner, her face pale, her body shivering uncontrollably.

At this moment, she seemed to notice the person beside her was awake.

She slowly crawled over, back against the window, holding Weiken’s body, letting him rest on her lap.

The cold wind outside the window was slightly blocked by this thin body, seemingly not so cold anymore.

Weiken gazed at the somewhat blurred thin cheeks, raised his hand, and held that trembling hand.

Cold, just like in memory.

Perhaps, many years ago, he had already died.

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The blood-colored blade was slowly sheathed.

He Ao crouched down, picked up the silver ruby necklace from the corpse on the ground, glanced at it, and put it away.

Indeed, he had intentionally waited for Weiken to gather all the monsters together to attack.

Because he was indeed badly injured, with Weiken in front, he could fully use the ’Distributor’s’ power to transfer some of Weiken’s ’health’ to sustain his use of Super Memory.

Weiken was not purely B-level, only blessed with granted power, so ’Distributor’ still had some effect on him.

Of course, throughout the process, to reduce consumption, he only activated Super Memory, so Weiken indeed had more power than him.

If Weiken kept hiding behind, constantly employing monsters to sneak attack him, it would pose a great threat to him instead.

He raised his hand, taking the bracelet on the corpse’s hand off.

"Hiss—"

A low moan came from beside him.

He Ao lifted his head, looked at the short-haired girl in front.

The girl was breathing heavily, the red light in her eyes flashing constantly, fine sweat continuously seeped from her cheeks.

She was struggling to break free from the insanity, but clearly, she was almost out of strength.

He Ao raised his hand, the power of Super Memory shot out, tearing the polluting power attached to the girl away.

Temper is temper, achieving the effect is enough.

Going further, even if the girl broke free, she might be haunted by chaotic consciousness for her entire life, gradually sliding into chaos, becoming a crazy Chaotic Believer.

"Hiss—"

Xiya’s body trembled, as if fished out of water, shaking slightly, almost collapsing like a fine cloth strip.

In the end, she propped herself up, lifted her head, and looked at He Ao, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me, your own will was excellent, most of it was you freeing yourself,"

He Ao casually said, holding the bracelet and slowly standing up.

"Without your final pull, I might have been trapped forever,"

Xiya rasped.

At this moment, she also noticed Weiken’s corpse beside He Ao, as if recalling something, her previously slightly relaxed expression once again turned solemn, and she softly spoke, "Mr. Suote, is the world really like this, the below are weeds, above are masters, unchangeable."

"I don’t know,"

He Ao opened the bracelet in his hand, glanced at her, and casually said, "But clearly your father didn’t think so."

At this answer, Xiya was slightly taken aback.

If the world was truly like this, then what was her father’s effort to resist the consortiums for all this time for?

Moreover, it seemed like this wasn’t unchangeable.

At least, following Mr. Suote here, many things she once deemed undefeatable and unchangeable had already been defeated and altered.

Her gaze slightly recovered some sparkle, looking down at the dagger she still clenched, she slowly sheathed it.

Then she looked at the body on the ground, silent for a moment, whispered, "My mother completed the consortium’s task, she was fatally injured exploring the forest by a monster attack, she originally had a chance to come back alive, but to protect us, not to involve us, she died fighting off the monster again."

She wrinkled her nose, wiped her wet cheeks, seemingly realizing her slight misstep, she raised her head, quickly shifted the topic, "Mr. Suote, do we continue forward?"

When she fully raised her head, she discovered the figure ahead had disappeared, moving into the forest’s depth.

Her face blushed slightly, she coughed lightly.

Quickly running ahead, she looked at the handsome uncle, face stained with blood, carrying the blade, seemingly examining the location on the bracelet map, and softly asked, "Mr. Suote, do we have somewhere to go next?"

"Just discovered a base, the Church of Chaos,"

He Ao looked ahead, casually said, "We need to check it out."

Xiya lifted her head, following He Ao’s line of sight, looking ahead, "That seems like the direction of the Pseudo-Wolf’s place."

"Indeed,"

He Ao looked forward, sighed meaningfully, "Quite a coincidence."

He lifted his foot, slowly moving forward.

Xiya followed behind him, glancing at the side face of the figure ahead, after a brief pause, she lowered her head, whispered, "Thank you."

"You also contributed, that’s also your credit,"

A gentle voice sounded ahead of her, "I heard, the deceased transform into stars in the sky, perhaps, one of them, is watching over you."

Xiya was slightly dazed, lifted her head, gazing at the sky.

The sky was dim, amidst the gaps in the clouds, twinkling stars were emitting a hazy glow.

Dappled starlight spread in the girl’s pupils, seemingly gazing into the human shadow below.

The girl’s furrowed brows slightly relaxed, after a brief pause, she retracted her gaze, looked at the silhouette ahead in the snow, and pursued.