Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1244: Spade K (Large - , Request for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 1244: Chapter 1244: Spade K (Large Chapter, Request for Monthly Tickets)

Pale, slender fingers pierced through thick steel and gently pulled it apart, shredding the massive metal as if tearing paper. Then, the delicate, alabaster hand lifted lightly, with radiant brilliance gathering in its palm.

Boom—

The powerful recoil and the propulsion from her boots sent the blonde woman hurtling backward as the surging radiance struck the core deep within the steel fissure.

Bang—

In that instant, the colossal mecha exploded abruptly in the sky, blooming like a flower ignited by fire.

The blonde woman was unable to retreat quickly, and the turbulent shockwave swept over her, propelling her body backward with great force.

This was the rear of the mecha division’s formation. Against the backdrop of fierce battles ahead, the explosion at the rear did not appear particularly notable.

Using the burning, explosive airflow to her advantage, the blonde woman quickly adjusted her posture in the dark and prepared to slip into the crevices between buildings once more.

However, at that moment, a massive figure emerged behind her, blocking her escape.

Simultaneously, countless mecha swarmed in from every direction, like a closing hand, "grabbing" her within its palm.

The blonde woman turned her head to survey the rapidly mobilizing mecha around her, furrowing her brows slightly before letting out a faint chuckle. "You sure are ruthless, even toward your own."

These mecha had been stationed around this area for a while but had not emerged to rescue the recently destroyed unit. Their goal was to use their "comrade" to lure her deeper into the trap and secure enough time for a complete ambush.

"For the sake of victory in war, necessary sacrifices are worth it."

The mecha stationed in the rear seemed to hear her whispered remark. A hoarse voice amplified by a large speaker echoed in the darkness, "We’ll send you to Hell to meet him."

Blazing radiance gushed from her boots, hoisting the blonde woman into the nocturnal sky.

Her gaze swept around her surroundings, up and down, front and back, left and right. All her escape routes had been sealed off by these mecha.

It was clear that the enemy had no intention of allowing her a chance to flee.

To intercept her, even the cannon fire ahead had momentarily halted, pulling back a significant portion of the mecha. This gave the floating warplanes defending the front lines a brief respite.

In a sense, she did succeed in delaying the mecha’s advance and, by extension, the progression of the entire battlefield.

The blonde woman looked ahead, lowering her gaze slightly.

Still, this seemed to be the limit of what she could accomplish.

The mecha raised their main cannons, with torrents of brilliance converging within the radiant night sky.

Whether it was due to her extraordinary power or her several successful strikes and escapes, the mecha division now operated at maximum vigilance.

Clearly, they had no intention of giving her any opportunity to resist.

Boom, boom, boom—

From afar came the sudden sound of intense artillery fire. It seemed the Mayor’s Guard’s floating warplanes had detected the encirclement here and were attempting to break through quickly.

However, the combat capability of the floating warplanes was evidently no match for these massive mecha. Mere attempts to advance were promptly obstructed by the swarm of mecha.

The radiance surrounding them grew increasingly intense. The blonde woman studied the mecha encircling her, pushing her mechanized body’s mechanical power to its limit. The surging flesh on her body writhed unnervingly.

She was seeking an opportunity—a chance to take down at least one mecha in her final moments.

Boom—

At that very instant, a dazzling shell struck the rear-most mecha.

The mecha convulsed and exploded suddenly.

The blonde woman looked up.

Behind the roaring flames, she could faintly make out a Blazing Angel Mech and a series of floating warplanes rapidly approaching.

The Blazing Angel Mech bore the insignia of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

It seemed the "reinforcements" had arrived.

As the blonde woman shifted her gaze toward them, the surrounding mecha also directed their attention to the approaching forces. Those in the encirclement tightened their formation, while others turned to face the incoming floating warplanes and mecha.

The pervasive artillery fire illuminated the night sky but obstructed the blonde woman’s vision.

Her lips parted slightly, as if about to say something, but it was clear her voice couldn’t penetrate the deafening cacophony of explosions.

Her communication channel was inundated with static; the surrounding mecha had already jammed all signals in the vicinity.

Strictly speaking, her current "treatment" was already "privileged" enough. Even many powerful generals likely wouldn’t enjoy such "treatment" among the mecha forces.

She curled her lips into a faint smile that, amidst the intertwining of mechanics and flesh, carried a poignant beauty shining under the brilliance of the night.

Suddenly, the surrounding mecha paused momentarily.

But her own actions didn’t halt in response. Flames erupted explosively from her boots as she darted toward the nearest mecha.

Yet, the mecha division’s hesitation lasted scarcely a second. Almost as soon as she moved, torrents of brilliance converged again.

Their synchronization was uncanny, as if a powerful will had overtaken everyone’s thoughts, compelling them to act as though controlled by a single operator.

The surging brilliance shot out violently, aiming for the blonde woman as she approached the edge of the encirclement.

She looked up, studying the luminescence with a serene expression.

She didn’t fear death—only the possibility that her last efforts hadn’t bought enough time for the war.

Buzz—

At that very moment, a melodious sword hum exploded near her ears.

A silver short sword seemed to tear through the void and descend upon her from the starlit sky.

She was momentarily taken aback as she focused on the sword.

But the silver short sword didn’t grant her time to react. It cut through the air before her and landed in her palm.

She immediately understood the "intent" of the sword.

Without hesitation, she grasped its hilt.

Buzz—

A sudden surge of power flooded her body, pulling her downward at incredible speed.

The fierce wind howled past her ears, followed by an eerie silence as she seemingly broke the sound barrier in a fraction of a second.

Had her Bitter Ape Heart not altered her physiology, granting her a "semi-mechanical, semi-transcendent flesh" state, she had no doubt the terrifying "acceleration" would instantaneously destroy her mechanized body.

At such breathtaking speed, she had no time for other actions, forced to obey her body’s instinct to cling tightly to the short sword.

Boom—

The brilliance exploded overhead, illuminating the Firmament.

The furious glow struck where she’d been standing moments ago, its explosion’s gust sweeping across her.

But the gust, swift as it was, couldn’t catch her.

She didn’t know where the sword was taking her—it seemed to flow through some arcane trajectory, reducing the drag ahead and further accelerating her movement.

Soon, her figure plunged downward, slipping through the gaps in the encirclement below, landing only meters above ground.

The lowermost mecha in the encirclement immediately noticed her descent and raised their cannons toward her.

Meanwhile, the mecha above altered their trajectories, aiming downward.

Countless machine guns and anti-aircraft missiles preemptively rained fire around the blonde woman as she approached.

Their reaction speed was mind-boggling, synchronization flawless, as if a single entity had dictated their every move.

At that moment, the short sword in her hand trembled slightly.

Understanding its intent, she released it.

The silver blade shot forward like an unleashed arrow, soaring toward the heavens.

Radiant swordlight streaked across the Firmament, colliding with raining missiles.

Boom, boom, boom—

Instantly, each projectile was triggered to detonate, erupting into fiery blossoms across the night sky and merging into a vast inferno.

The fiery cloud impeded much of her vision, yet she could still trace the silver short sword as it ascended, slicing through the flames and charging at the mecha overhead.

The nearest mecha turned its gaze to the blade, soon followed by every other mecha.

They appeared to attempt some sort of countermeasure, but it was already too late.

The sharp brilliance pierced through the nearest mecha and quickly reached the next, threading them like beads until yet another fell in its wake.

Boom, boom, boom—

The radiant swordlight swept across the Firmament, piercing through mecha after mecha.

Fire and explosions bloomed, spreading one by one.

Before long, the entire night sky—from earth to heavens—was ablaze in her view. Fires amassed into a towering "volcano" of annihilation.

Yet, the silver swordlight continued unabated.

It slashed across the sky, charging toward the units obstructing the Federal Bureau’s reinforcements.

Before these mecha could respond, they too became part of the fiery "volcano."

The short sword was diminutive, almost delicate, dwarfed by the dozens-of-meters-tall mecha.

But through this inconspicuous blade, colossal machines were effortlessly felled, reduced to scrap as if struck by divine pestilence.

The blonde woman’s figure fell gently to the ground, her gaze fixed on the night sky.

In her line of sight, the silver short sword tore through the Firmament, slicing through flames, rushing toward the distant military formation.

Only when the blade disappeared from view did she lower her eyes to her blood-stained palms.

The inflammation from her flesh had twisted parts of her body. The mechanical components comprising her form had sustained considerable deformation.

"Selena? Selena?"

A voice suddenly called out urgently from her communicator.

The previously jammed communications had somehow returned.

"Here. Stop shouting—I’m alive."

The blonde woman smiled faintly.

The voice on the other end went silent before quickly asking, "What’s your situation over there?"

"I’m holding up. But my mechanized body will probably need replacing,"

She laughed lightly. "What about you? Managed to snag a mecha?"

"Found one in the Bureau’s warehouse. Normally requires director-level access, but the doors weren’t locked."

The voice responded hastily, "By the way, I think I saw a sword—that destroyed all those mecha?"

"Yeah."

The blonde woman nodded gently, directing her gaze toward the horizon, where a colossal statue loomed in the dark. "A sword."

She knew that sword, though she had never used it before. Yet, every subtle movement of the blade seemed to convey its intentions to her.

As though they had already fought side by side countless times.

——

Glorious Palace

Christos gazed at the blood-soaked young man standing before his desk. His eyes widened briefly before softening. Shifting his gaze downward, he studied the playing card in the youth’s hand, his voice calm, "Seeing as it’s my first encounter with a ’K’ relic, I naturally must preserve it properly."

He lifted his eyes, meeting the youth’s gaze as the latter also glanced upward. His lips quivered slightly, and the torrent of unspoken words condensed into a simple phrase. "It’s been a while."

"It’s been a while."

He Ao stared at Christos, placing the playing card lightly onto the desk. He took a step forward, appearing beside Christos in an instant.

Christos blinked at the motion before smiling faintly, "You’ve grown stronger?"

"Just borrowed external forces,"

He Ao shook his head and stood beside Christos, his gaze dropping to the golden-haired youth below.

"Spade symbolizes swords and justice. Spade K, the ’Leader of Justice,’"

Christos didn’t press the matter further. Instead, he turned his gaze downward as well, watching the blonde youth approach slowly amidst overlapping mecha formations. "When you drew this card back then, were you hinting at this—or did you just pick a random card from the deck?"

"Asking the temple’s ’Prophet’ about the specifics of ’Divine Inspiration’ is a major taboo,"

He Ao laughed softly, replying in a calm tone, "After all, perhaps even the ’Prophet’ doesn’t fully understand the meaning of ’Divine Inspiration.’"

"Hahahaha,"

Christos burst into laughter. "Then I’ll simply assume my interpretation of ’Divine Inspiration’ is its original intent."

He paused briefly, then looked up, his gaze passing over the golden-haired youth. Then, beyond the layers of mecha, he gazed at the billowing flames and layered cities beyond, murmuring, "So, do you think Spade K—a card like this—is good?"

"If you’re asking me,"

He Ao raised his head and answered softly, "It’s excellent."

Boom—

As he spoke, explosions erupted fiercely at the far end of the battlefield.

In the depths of night, mecha units at the battlefield’s rear detonated one by one, their raging flames transforming into radiant brilliance.

Listening to his words, Christos leaned back slightly and gazed at the glass curtain wall before him.

Reflected in the glass’s surface, an old playing card lay silently, not far from their figures. Their reflections intertwined with the card’s form.

"Can I pass through here?"

He Ao stretched out his hand, pressing lightly against the glass curtain wall in front of him. He turned to Christos beside him and asked in a calm voice.

"Of course."

Christos nodded gently before stepping back.

He Ao withdrew his gaze and looked downward at the golden-haired youth.

Bang—

His palm vibrated slightly, and the glass fragments before him trembled, shattering into countless pieces instantly.

He stepped forward, passing through the rain-like shards of glass and into the silent night.

Buzz—

In the depths of night, a silver short sword hurtled toward him.