Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1237: Revealed In Hiding (Large - , Asking for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 1237: Chapter 1237: Revealed In Hiding (Large Chapter, Asking for Monthly Tickets)

"This is for you."

Roger raised his hand, pulling out an alloy sword and a transparent medicine bottle filled with black ointment. "I couldn’t retrieve your short sword. I had someone make this for you earlier. It’s the most advanced alloy weapon from the Nolanka Group. Use it however you see fit."

He Ao looked at his old friend in front of him and reached out to take the alloy sword and the medicine bottle. "Thanks."

He lowered his gaze to the bottle. Inside, the black ointment faintly emitted a milky white glow. Under He Ao’s gaze, it appeared to subtly squirm once, making the medicine seem both eerie and sacred. "Your external wound medicine has a new formula again?"

"Qiming Medical College holds frequent seminars. Everyone shares their research ideas and results, pooling collective wisdom. This medicine is effective for Transcendents above C-level. I’ve also made a weaker version for regular people. It should begin mass production after clinical trials in a few months,"

Roger smiled, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. After contemplating, he tucked it back in. "You know about Qiming Medical College, right? I introduced it to you last time you woke up. Your ’companions’ have probably shared info with you as well?"

"Hmm."

He Ao nodded slightly but said nothing definitive. He pocketed the medicine bottle. "Thank you. I hope your medicine can save more lives."

"Let’s hope."

Roger nodded, shifting his gaze to the distant bombardment outside. "Alright, your ’friend’ sent an anonymous message, dragging me from thousands of miles away to here. What happens next—is your time to shine."

"Got it."

He Ao chuckled, gripping the alloy sword, and turned to walk toward the blazing bombardment.

"Wait, should I stay here or head somewhere else?"

Just as Roger saw the young man’s youthful figure walking into the flames, it triggered a sudden thought. He shouted loudly.

Boom—

A deafening explosion roared amidst ferocious flames, engulfing the young man’s body.

Only his gentle voice lingered, echoing in the narrow alley. "Glorious Palace."

Hearing this, Roger raised his head to glance at the ever-surging flames outside the alley and then turned to look back at the opened nutrient pod behind him. He sighed softly.

He raised his hand, prompting the nutrient pod to automatically close. Several mechanical legs extended out from its base, clanking as the pod moved deeper into the alley with rhythmic steps.

——

The surging flames approached nearer, nearly obscuring everything outside the windows.

"Eve, transfer all my command authority to the General Staff Division."

Lina, staring at the blazing inferno, made her decision quickly and without hesitation.

The General Staff Division and the Command Center were not in the same location; they were deeper within the military.

This design was specifically meant to counter enemy decapitation operations.

"Transfer complete."

The little girl in the red dress responded quickly, light flashing in her eyes.

"Eve, what’s the enemy’s combat strength like?"

Having confirmed the transfer of command authority, Lina finally exhaled deeply. She looked toward the little girl in the red dress and asked hurriedly.

"Judging from their speed,"

The little girl clicked open photo after photo, showing blurry figures. "The leader of the Transcendent team is likely B-level. Those following him should all be C-level Transcendents. We haven’t yet implemented effective defenses. It’s estimated they’ll reach the Land Fortress at the Command Center in fifteen seconds."

"The Automatic Defense System is mobilizing artillery for interception. Calculated survival rate is—"

She raised her hand. A bright red percentage icon jumped rapidly on her palm. In mere moments, the numerator dwindled from double digits to single digits and continued to shrink.

Shells streaked across the sky, targeting the advancing squad that was closing in rapidly.

"Such a ’luxurious’ decapitation team. They must really value me."

Lina didn’t watch the numbers in Eve’s hand. Instead, she inhaled deeply, looking at the officers and soldiers in front of her. With a bitter smile, she said, "Sorry for dragging you all into this."

As she spoke, an ethereal figure burst forth from the flames ahead and appeared outside the windows of the Land Fortress.

Fine cracks spread across the reinforced glass window.

It all happened too quickly—so quickly that those present were mentally unprepared.

Lina stared blankly at the fractured glass amidst the roaring flames, her mind completely blank.

This is war.

She could’ve stayed far behind the frontlines. Yet, she didn’t regret her decision to join the mercenary corps on this expedition.

From the moment she walked through that villa’s doors, she had steeled herself for a potential "unexpected death."

She only felt regret—regret that she wouldn’t witness the future envisioned by that once youthful, ambitious man.

The bright red numerical percentage in Eve’s hand dropped to zero.

At that instant, an ethereal figure materialized outside the Land Fortress.

He raised the alloy sword in his hand, his gaze cutting through the flames to focus ahead.

The little girl in the red dress lifted her head to look at the figure, and the all-zero percentage trembled slightly, reforming into a 1%.

The next moment, the alloy sword collided with the sword light surging out from the fiery inferno.

Boom—

The raging flames seemed to meet with a hurricane, instantaneously erupting into fierce waves of fire that swept to either side. As the fire waves spread, the previously level terrain trembled violently under the collision’s impact, sending nearby armor and war vehicles flying indiscriminately.

The massive Land Fortress wobbled like a reed in water, easily lifted and pushed backward.

Within the overwhelming shockwave, Lina grabbed the chair beside her in a hurry, narrowly avoiding being flung outright.

"Ahhh!"

Shouts of panic and confusion erupted nearby. In the chaos, Lina didn’t have the bandwidth to maintain order. Her gaze remained locked on the figure that had just stood before the Land Fortress.

That figure—seemed, really seemed···

Once the colossal Land Fortress carved a deep trench into the ground, it finally came to a halt.

The panicked crowd gradually regained their senses.

The numeric percentage in Eve’s hand quickly climbed, surpassing 50% in mere moments.

The raging flames dispersed to the sides, revealing only an expansive wasteland, with the slender figure wielding the alloy sword standing alone at its center.

And before that slender figure stood a person clad in an unmarked combat suit, wearing a distinctive alloy mask with black-gold stripes, now visible to everyone.

He Ao glanced at the text in his field of view,

[Sacred Grace of Life]

[Eternal Source, Your Mercy Alights]

[Available Time: 01:28:37]

[Use two Exchange Stars to acquire 1.5 hours of the skill "Sacred Grace of Life"? (Stars you currently possess: 13)]

Joey’s body is merely D-level, inadequate to sustain B-level Super Memory Strength should it descend. Once manifested, this body would collapse imminently.

So when He Ao redeemed Joey, he hadn’t planned to involve Joey in high-intensity battles.

But the ability "Sacred Grace of Life" provided the missing piece.

Not only could it heal others, but also oneself. While its immediate recovery rate wasn’t high, it was sufficient to treat Joey’s D-level body, preventing its collapse and sustaining He Ao’s Super Memory activation.

Earlier, He Ao hadn’t directly teleported here but had slain numerous enemy soldiers intercepting him, accumulating his first wave of life energy.

He Ao withdrew his gaze and focused on the masked figure ahead, smiling lightly. "We’ve come this far, and yet you still don’t dare to reveal your true face?"

The masked figure stared at He Ao, observing him up and down. A hoarse, artificially modified voice emerged. "Where does your esteemed self hail from, and why involve yourself in this war?"

He raised his hand, resting his wide scimitar on the ground. Figures similarly clad in combat suits and black alloy masks emerged behind him, forming a single file.

Continuing, he said,

"If you would step aside and grant us the opportunity to proceed with this battle, I’d offer you cryptocurrency worth 1 billion federal coins."

A billion federal coins.

Every person on this battlefield felt a slight tremor hearing this.

In the Internet era, figures like billions might seem commonplace. Yet for the majority, whose weekly wages barely reached tens or hundreds of federal coins, a billion felt like astronomical wealth.

Even the masked figure’s comrades behind him raised their heads, visibly astonished at their leader’s offer.

"An enticing price,"

He Ao gripped his alloy sword, smiling. "Seems you’re really pressed for time."

While the conversation unfolded, the surrounding artillery barrage didn’t let up.

Under the robust firepower of the Nolanka Group’s ground mercenary corps, the ambushing forces on both sides had been entirely suppressed. The aerial mecha units were swiftly breaking through, about to surpass the obstruction forces’ firepower network.

"I take it you’re not willing to step aside."

The masked figure looked at He Ao and raised his hand. "Then please, die."

Six figures in combat suits charged forward, encircling He Ao from all directions.

He Ao observed their coordinated movements, his brow subtly furrowing.

These attackers were six in total, all C-level.

In most places within the Federation, C-level already signified a local ruler or self-made tyrant.

Even the captain of Nolanka Group’s second mercenary corps was merely C-level.

Because advancing to C-level was far more complex and resource-intensive than lower-tier promotions, most C-levels operated solo.

Groups capable of amassing numerous C-level Transcendents, consistently training them into formation combat, typically pointed to one answer: Military forces.

And those forces were likely backed by well-paying, resource-rich super mercenary corps or City Defense Army units.

He Ao watched the incoming Transcendents tightening their encirclement and took a step forward.

His figure seemed to flicker, disappearing instantly from his original position.

The encircling squad swung and missed, and He Ao reappeared beside the leftmost masked figure.

Crack—

A cold flash of sword light lashed forth. The masked figure’s body trembled. Before any reaction, his form was cleaved into halves, spilling across the desolate ground.

Dead silence gripped the battlefield momentarily. The other five C-levels stared dumbfounded at the scene.

C-levels could be killed, but they’d never seen one slain so effortlessly.

In mere seconds, one of their comrades lay dead, defenseless.

Still reeling, they saw He Ao’s movements hadn’t stopped. He raised his alloy sword, striking decisively at another figure.

Bang—

Right then, He Ao swiftly swung back, deflecting with a crisp clang that echoed through the space.

The black alloy-masked leader appeared out of nowhere behind He Ao, bringing his massive scimitar down to block He Ao’s alloy sword.

Amidst this violent clash, He Ao trembled, retreating several steps to widen the gap.

The masked figure also visibly staggered, shifting half a step back as his boots sank into the concrete. Glancing at the corpse on the ground, he looked up at He Ao, his voice trembling slightly. "I will kill you."

He Ao watched him calmly, his alloy sword covered by Divine Sense.

Moments ago, the masked figure had seemingly "teleported" in front of him.

This wasn’t like He Ao’s movement technique-based "flash step," which was essentially "intuitive deception" and could be tracked by adept combatants with ample experience.

Instead, the masked leader’s skill resembled genuine "teleportation."

Such capability suggested either supreme mastery of martial arts and movement techniques or the use of a unique "ability."

Evidently, the masked figure’s strategy relied on six C-levels briefly occupying He Ao before seizing the moment to "teleport" close and strike, aiming to injure him critically.

But he hadn’t anticipated He Ao evading six enemies, countering, and killing one—a delay cost him the advantage.

He Ao quietly assessed the masked figure, lifting his alloy sword.

In an instant, the remaining five C-level attackers, undeterred by their comrade’s death, charged boldly toward He Ao.

Using his peripheral vision, He Ao tracked the movements of the five, while keeping his core focus locked on the masked leader.

He saw the leader raising his hand, a phantom-like, red cloth-like holographic projection shimmering briefly before vanishing along with his body.

This anomalous ability seemed akin to... Magic?

Without a second thought about the incoming attackers, He Ao sidestepped backward and turned to slash behind him.

Clang—

His sword struck firmly against the massive scimitar’s curved edge.

"Hmm?"

The masked leader’s movements froze momentarily, his gaze behind the mask betraying a flash of surprise.

Watching him, He Ao smirked faintly. "Miracle Magic?"

At those words, the leader hesitated briefly. He Ao seized the momentary lapse, clenching his fist and landing a punch squarely on the leader’s masked face.

Crack—

A crisp sound echoed as intricate cracks spread across the black alloy mask.

The masked figure instantly recoiled.

But the damage to his mask was beyond repair.

As he retreated, the fragments of his mask scattered.

Revealing the resolute, cold face beneath.

"So, I guessed correctly."

He Ao evaluated the face calmly, smiling. "General Dick."