Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1240: To the City Center (Major - , Asking for Monthly Passes)

Chapter 1240: Chapter 1240: To the City Center (Major Chapter, Asking for Monthly Passes)

At the deepest part of the radiant city, amidst a dim quietness.

A man in a silver suit stood silently by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the dazzling lights of the city.

In the distance, the flames seemed to be drawing closer.

——

A tilted gaze followed the blood-soaked, gaunt figure moving slowly ahead.

He watched as the figure walked into the depths of gravel, enveloped by the glow of scattered artillery fire, shrouding the figure’s body.

He watched the figure press onward, and without realizing it, the corners of his lifeless lips pulled into a slight arc.

But just as that arc crept onto his face, in his gaze, the figure crouched upon reaching a certain boundary, his palm lightly brushing against the gravel on the ground.

Fresh blood covered the individual grains of gravel.

Then, he grabbed the blood-stained gravel and hurled it forward.

Boom——

A massive black shadow suddenly surged from underground, resembling a giant maw erupting from the earth, narrowly missing the figure while "snapping" down upon the blood-stained gravel.

Then the shadow revealed its full form—a massive ’black box’ almost obscuring half the sky.

B-level Extraordinary Item: Prisoner Black Box.

The tilted gaze widened slightly in shock, seemingly unprepared for the blood-soaked figure to escape what was almost a ’sure-death’ trap.

He Ao, drenched in blood, merely raised his head, gazing at the colossal black box before him.

North City’s City Defense Officer Dick, publicly declared—at least to the City Government—that his Talent Sequence was Talent Sequence 160: Warden.

This was also why he unhesitatingly used Miracle Magic to assault the Nolanka Group Mercenary Corps.

No one would associate a B-level ’Spirit Extractor’ with North City Commander ’Warden’ Dick.

Dick’s disguise as ’Warden’ relied heavily on this extraordinary item: ’Prisoner Black Box.’

However, while this extraordinary item was powerful, it wasn’t a common active-trigger type; instead, it was trap-class.

It had to be set up in a specific location, with certain runes drawn onto it to designate a nearby area of 5 to 150 meters as the ’trap zone.’

Every life form that entered this ’trap zone’ would be attacked by the ’Prisoner Black Box.’

The ’Prisoner Black Box’ would transform into a massive box, enveloping the prey and shredding them into pieces with razor-sharp spikes inside.

Even a C-level Extraordinary would be instantly killed, reduced to a pile of flesh.

However, after killing its prey, the ’Prisoner Black Box’ would only instantly absorb the prey’s soul and delay the ’digestion’ of their flesh.

It would allow some of the flesh to scatter onto the ground.

Most times, this flesh infused with extraordinary power would, through the mutual attraction of Talent Sequences, lure other extraordinary creatures to become the next prey for the ’Prisoner Black Box.’

Once the ’Prisoner Black Box’ trap is set, it cannot be manually deactivated, unless it ’satiates itself’ or waits for 3 to 5 hours for the runes to dissipate and the trap to naturally deactivate.

Normally, the person setting the ’trap,’ i.e., the holder of the Prisoner Black Box, wouldn’t be attacked by it within the trap zone. The holder can also inscribe specific runes on others to prevent them from being attacked by the Prisoner Black Box.

However, if the Prisoner Black Box goes over two hours without feeding, it stops distinguishing its ’master.’ It may even use a special connection to draw its holder or marked ’non-targets’ into the trap zone, turning them into its food.

All this information was just obtained by He Ao from Dick’s mind.

After He Ao shattered Dick’s energy epicenter, these thoughts had been racing through his mind.

The recent ’surrender’ and ’astonishment’ were merely acts to make He Ao believe he was utterly out of options.

He had set up the ’Prisoner Black Box’ here as a contingency.

Should his ’decapitation operation’ fail, the Prisoner Black Box could stop the pursuing enemies.

During battle, he could also leverage the ’Prisoner Black Box’ to attack and interfere with his opponents.

If not for the fact that he believed he could take He Ao down in one move, he would’ve already prepared to lure He Ao into the trap zone.

Given ’Joey’s’ body, if He Ao reacted slower, he might truly have been instantly ’shredded’ by the Prisoner Black Box.

Unfortunately, in this world, there are no ’what-ifs.’

He Ao raised his head, gazing at the enormous black box floating in mid-air.

His instinct was proven correct; his blood contained the power of Super Memory, which, in some sense, was equivalent to the blood of a B-level Extraordinary, mingled with a trace of Joey’s innate ’Assassin’ powers.

To the Prisoner Black Box, his blood was undoubtedly a delicacy among Extraordinary beings.

So, the moment the gravel stained with his blood was flung, this extraordinary item automatically sprang out from the ground to snap at it.

It had a semblance of self-awareness, but not much.

However, evidently, the Prisoner Black Box realized it had narrowly missed its target. After a brief pause, the gigantic black box began swiftly dispersing, preparing to sink back underground.

The body of Dick, who had fallen behind He Ao, saw this unfold, his mouth slightly agape as if wanting to say something. But he had little strength left, his vision dimming further, and could only utter faint and broken laughter, ’Heh—heh—’

Unless the Prisoner Black Box had eaten its fill or the time ran out, the trap would persist.

He didn’t know how He Ao discerned the presence of the ’Prisoner Black Box trap,’ but even if he perished, the trap would remain, hindering the Nolanka Group’s ground forces—and obstructing He Ao from advancing past it.

On both sides of the street were high-rises, and only narrow alleys that were impassable to armored vehicles offered passage.

Blocking the main road, the Nolanka Group ground forces would be forced to detour, significantly delaying them.

Even if the boy in front of him were truly ’K’s Granter,’ proving the existence of that legendary hidden organization, in his current near-death state, it couldn’t change anything.

Dick silently watched all this unfold, his vision growing ever blurrier, unable to distinguish the world’s outlines anymore.

But even after his death, the obstacles he’d left behind would remain, impeding their advance.

Just as his vision completely darkened, he saw through the fading frame the blood-soaked figure lifting his hand.

The gravel scattered by him earlier, stained with his blood, surged out of the black box the moment it collapsed, as though pulled by some unseen force.

The granules clung to the inner surface of the box, easily leaving marks on the solid ’black box,’ like vivid red brushes sketching strange patterns at an incredible pace.

Dick couldn’t perceive what happened next; his sight came to complete darkness, shrinking to pitch blackness.

Only in that fleeting moment did he see the massive black box seemingly halt its disintegration, forcibly suppressed by some invisible, terrifying will.

Then, the sky-blocking, gigantic black box began contracting inward rapidly at a pace visible to the naked eye.

Soon, the black box shrank into a pitch-black cube roughly ten centimeters in diameter, slicing through the air as it gently floated into the blood-soaked figure’s outstretched hand, settling into his palm.

At this moment, Dick’s vision turned fully black, his lips trembling as though trying to emit a sound, yet no voice emerged.

The figure standing before him, He Ao, had never once looked back. He only lowered his head, gazing at the black cube in his hand.

In theory, the trap formed by the Prisoner Black Box was uncontrollable.

Yet He Ao, armed with extensive experience dealing with extraordinary items, thought otherwise—control or not, just carve a control array on it and see.

Although using Divine Sense to manipulate gravel to inscribe arrays strained his mental resources greatly, it was the best method he could employ for now.

And, of course, its efficacy was immediate and striking.

The moment the control array was completed, he sensed an undeniable connection forming between himself and the Prisoner Black Box.

Despite becoming the ’master’ of the Prisoner Black Box, he couldn’t directly deactivate its traps.

However, he could forcibly suppress its power with sheer will, ’commanding’ the Prisoner Black Box to fold itself inward and revert.

Throughout this process, he had to endure the Prisoner Black Box’s violent mental corruption—far weaker compared to the relentless corruption of the Evil God in his mind.

Aside from mental corruption, this enforced suppression also depleted his life force as a ’price.’

Thanks to Todik and the benefits of his six partners, the Grace of Life was continuously infusing him with life energy.

Compared to the consumption rate by the Prisoner Black Box, the life energy from Grace of Life outweighed it.

Thus, although He Ao appeared frail, as if one blow could finish him off, this ongoing depletion couldn’t truly harm him.

Ultimately, through sheer mental fortitude and will, alongside paying the necessary costs, He Ao successfully suppressed the Prisoner Black Box and reclaimed it.

Feeling the information from the Prisoner Black Box transmitting into his consciousness, He Ao naturally pocketed it.

Behind him lay unbroken silence; he never turned back, only stepping into the just-now trap zone, advancing step by step.

Skyward, mecha troops had completely breached the firepower net and were heading toward the city’s depths.

The remaining ambushers were utterly suppressed by the Nolanka Group Mercenary Corps’ overwhelming firepower.

Intense explosions resonated between heaven and earth, flames continued to burn passionately, and the brilliant firelight illuminated He Ao’s blood-streaked face.

The ferocious battle between He Ao and Dick had already hurled surrounding troops far away, leaving them a considerable distance from the two. Nearby buildings, battered by the impact of explosives and the aftermath of supernatural combat, were riddled with cracks, left in utter ruin.

Although the transcendent, central combat had concluded at the battlefield’s heart, the surrounding armies—whether Nolanka Group mercenaries or forward ambushers—were too cowed by the terrifying aftershock to dare approach, or even aim their artillery at He Ao.

He Ao staggered as he moved forward.

Though his body seemed fragile, his steps held an unyielding steadiness.

Each step he took seemed to further intensify his aura.

His strides were small and deliberate, yet it felt as though each step spanned tens of meters. In the blink of an eye, he had crossed the battlefield strewn with gravel and wreckage.

He reached the suppressed forward ambushers, the monstrous, mechanical war-beasts several meters, even tens of meters long looming above.

Flames exploded alongside him, while enormous cannons rotated their apertures—larger than his entire head—to aim squarely at him.

The nearest muzzle glared at him from less than half a meter away.

In the midst of the chaotic lull of gunfire, a faint sound began vibrating.

Thump—thump-thump—

It was the hurried sound of heartbeats.

Though the number of ambushers was sparse compared to the Nolanka Mercenary Corps, their unified assembly displayed an imposing battlefield of war machines towering endlessly across tens to hundreds of meters of terrain.

The blood-soaked, lone shadow moved unceasingly into the thick military formation, meandering through the rows of grim war apparatuses.

Above, the countless streams of gunfire seemed to quieten, the Nolanka Group’s bombardment had halted at some unnoticed moment.

The ambushers’ retaliatory gunfire also gradually thinned, dimmed, and finally fell completely silent.

The raging battleground had been subdued, frozen by some unseen force—a sudden silence pervading it all.

Explosive flames still devoured the strewn wreckage of war machines across the streets.

Their glow served as a beacon in the dark, lighting the way forward.

The stifling heat from surrounding air mingled with the shadowy night’s stillness.

Cannons in grotesque alignment remained fixed on the blood-streaked silhouette ahead, but no hands dared ignite their flames.

At last, the lone figure traversed the tightly packed formation, reaching the deepest ranks of the ambush fleet.

In the center, a small squad stood before several heavily armed off-road motorcycles.

"Stop right there! One more step and I’ll shoot!"

A young soldier standing in front of the largest motorcycle raised his gun toward He Ao, his voice trembling.

He Ao gazed at the young soldier, took a light step forward, and seemed to instantly appear by the man’s side.

He looked into the soldier’s anxious face, his sweat-drenched brow, then raised his eyes toward the luminous city beyond.

He extended his hand, tenderly patting the young soldier’s shoulder, "The battle is over. Go home, kid."

The young warrior stared blankly at the figure, who seemed younger than himself, yet whose words carried an undeniable, irresistible weight.

He stared into those deep, profound eyes, his finger never pressing the trigger.

Perhaps he forgot, or maybe he didn’t want to.

The bloodstained figure brushed past the soldier, mounted one of the armed off-road motorcycles behind him.

Vroom——

With a thunderous explosion of its engine, the armed motorcycle roared to life.

The blood-drenched figure commanded the motorcycle as if taming a wild, untamed stallion, charging at lightning speed into the sparkling depths of the city.

Above him, the dense formation of mecha troops streaked across the skies like gusts of wind, swiftly converging toward the area with the brightest lights.

Clang——

Someone, somewhere, dropped their weapon first, followed by one soldier after another as their guns scattered upon the ground.

The doors of unmarked armored vehicles creaked open, soldiers emerging to lay down their arms.

The battle was over.

The Nolanka Group Mercenary Corps swiftly advanced, assuming control of the surrendered army.

The heavily damaged land fortresses sparkled to life once again.

Lina stood silently at the flickering heart of the command room, staring awestruck at the gravel-strewn streets ahead, her voice low yet filled with wonder, "Eve, do you think it’s really him?"

"Insufficient correlated data available for matching,"

came the chilly voice of the girl in the red dress, carrying a hint of frost, drifting slowly across the room, "Unable to answer the question at this time."