Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1245: The Legacy of Ancient Times (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Chapter 1245: Chapter 1245: The Legacy of Ancient Times (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Dawn City · North Gate

"Are we seriously just keeping the gate wide open like this?"

A soldier leaning by the gate lit a cigarette, glanced at the sprawling gate, and remarked casually, "The bastards outside don’t look like they’re coming in anyway."

Beyond the vast and shadowy city gate faintly flickered scattered lights—those belonged to the heavy armored units stationed outside the city.

"Look,"

The soldier speaking raised his cigarette for emphasis, "those bastards even brought siege equipment."

"Stop calling them bastards,"

Another soldier nearby chimed in, "They’re with us now."

He looked up at the wide-open gate and added, "Do you know why the boss insists on keeping it open?"

"Why?"

The smoking soldier leaned closer, ears perking up in curiosity.

"Hey, have you really not pieced it together yet?"

The other soldier glanced at the boundless wilderness outside, then shifted his gaze back to the tracks left behind by the passing mercenary corps. "Our boss doesn’t even know who’s gonna come out on top in the end, so leaving the gate open is just preparing for a quick escape."

"Huh?"

The smoking soldier’s mouth hung slightly ajar, "The boss doesn’t know who’ll win, but still opens the gate?"

"What’s the big deal? Opening the gate comes with its price,"

The other soldier raised his hand and snatched the cigarette from his comrade, took a drag, and handed it back, "Besides, it may not even be the boss who made the deal."

He leaned in closer and whispered, "Word is, opening the gate was an order from General Dick. Military orders are absolute, our boss couldn’t refuse. Of course, he pocketed quite a sum of money along the way, but since he’s unsure about the situation, naturally he has to be ready to bolt."

"Really?"

The smoking soldier’s eyes widened, "Even General Dick himself...?"

"What are you two rambling about over here?"

A cold scoff came from behind them.

Both soldiers instantly straightened, standing silent and still.

A man in an officer’s uniform emerged from the shadows. He glanced at the pair with icy eyes and snapped,

"Keep watch on that gate! The mercenary corps outside just dismantled the plasma cannons from their heavy gear. They’ll be entering the city anytime now, so this gate must remain open. If anyone sneaks in and shuts the gate another way, I’ll be the first to put bullets through the two of you!"

"Yes, sir!"

The soldiers snapped their legs together and roared in unison.

The officer coldly swept his gaze over them before turning and striding away.

Buzz—

Just then, a sharp sonic boom echoed from the distance.

Sparked chaos erupted outside the city wall among the mercenary corps, their thunderous artillery fire bursting in the night-covered wilderness.

The two soldiers, nervous and rigid as boards, waited until the officer had disappeared from view before cautiously lifting their heads and peering toward the commotion.

But as soon as their gaze shifted upward, a radiant streak of red light flashed into view and zipped toward the sky overhead.

Its rapid motion was so incredible that even the resounding blast of gunfire trailing behind it seemed like celebratory salutes for its entry into the city.

The two soldiers stared, their heads tilted upward as the red streak darted across the outer gate, cut through Jar City’s inner gate, and sped toward the dazzling urban lights behind them.

"What just flew by?"

The smoking soldier murmured.

"No clue. Looked like some big red rat from Heaven,"

The other soldier replied in a hushed tone.

——

Dusk fell, and the stars shimmered brightly. Scattered starlight illuminated the lush green grasslands, revealing vibrant life.

A man dressed in a crisply tailored military uniform gazed intently at the chessboard before him, brow furrowed.

"I’ve always had a question,"

His opponent slowly picked up a white rook and moved it deeper into the board. "What exactly happened to Ellenska all those years ago?"

Eyes lowering to the chessboard, the military man focused on the game.

His black chess pieces were dwindling, surrounded by an encroaching sea of white pieces enclosing the Black King.

"He just vanished,"

The man surveyed the chessboard and replied calmly, "I’d like to know what he encountered back then too."

"Such a shame. His talent was extraordinary. If he were still alive today, he might’ve surpassed all of us,"

The figure across the board pushed the white rook closer to the Black King and stopped. "Checkmate."

"Life and its unforeseen accidents—who can truly unravel their mysteries?"

The military man contemplated the state of the chessboard, his hand lightly brushing an ousted Black Queen off to the side.

——

Glorious Palace

A young man with golden hair glanced upward, watching as a bloodied and gaunt youth descended from the skies. His gaze trailed past the youth and landed on Christos standing in the office. He sighed.

"Seems Christos is scraping the bottom of the barrel, sending a kid over."

With those words, his gaze shifted toward the silver short sword flying straight at him.

Brilliant beams of starlight cascaded from the sky, manifesting as a radiant cage intent on trapping the silver short sword.

But in that fleeting moment, the silver sword surged forward, its blade bending like a supple ribbon, slipping through the gaps in the starlight and piercing through the radiant veil.

By the time He Ao’s feet touched the ground, he stood directly before the golden-haired man.

He raised a hand, catching the silver short sword effortlessly.

At the same time, his eyes scanned his surroundings.

The towering skyscrapers around him remained illuminated, but no shadows of life lingered within.

Clearly, before the mercenary corps’ mechas could arrive, Christos had gone to great lengths to evacuate the surrounding "ordinary people."

In what was once the bustling city center, only this magnificent palace remained occupied.

In the far corner of his vision, behind the palace’s flank, a mech airborne fleet bearing the emblem of Stars City was closing in quickly.

These reinforcements belonged to the Nolanka Group.

Technically, an aerial squadron should move faster than ground forces.

But when armies scale up, their speed is dictated not by individual mechs but by their slowest equipment. Moreover, densely packed structures like skyscrapers can impede such large formations, forcing them to detour.

Meanwhile, the motorcycle He Ao rode—custom-modified by Dick—was of high value, equipped with powerful engines capable of speeds rivaling standard mechs.

Adding in He Ao’s ability to take narrow shortcuts, he even managed to beat the Nolanka Group’s massive army to the scene.

Of course, greater speeds come with greater risks, demanding exceptional driving skills and lightning reflexes.

Drawing upon Ronald’s expertise from his wild races across the open fields—and briefly activating Super Memory—He Ao narrowly avoided slamming straight into walls.

Then again, should a collision be unavoidable, he would simply choose to ram through the wall instead...

"So, the long-awaited reinforcements have finally arrived."

The golden-haired man, evidently noticing the rapidly advancing mech fleet, lowered his gaze to look at He Ao and smirked. "So, kid, are you Christos’ last feeble attempt at stopping me?"

His eyes wandered over He Ao’s blood-spattered yet youthful visage. He chuckled mockingly, "Are you even old enough to fight? Christos wouldn’t seriously send a minor to face me, would he?"

He Ao calmly gazed at the golden-haired man before him and responded with a cool smile, "Seems you’re truly aging poorly. Even with all your desperate attempts to preserve a youthful appearance, you can’t hide the stench of decay and old age."

At those words, the golden-haired man’s face darkened.

Though his outward appearance seemed young and boyish, the implied reverse psychology behind his mocking of He Ao’s youth was intended to bait him into admitting in turn that the man was "young."

Unexpectedly, his little mind trick was seen right through by this "brat," who even twisted it to loudly mock him in retaliation.

"Enough. Kids will be kids, mouthing off without discipline,"

He took a deep breath, gathering his composure and fixing an icy glare on He Ao. His tone turned venomous, "Raised without parents, I presume. Fine, if your parents can’t teach you manners, I’ll take it upon myself to school you."

Hearing this, He Ao’s gaze sharpened.

"For all his years, Christos remains nothing but childish,"

The golden-haired man raised his hand and took deliberate steps toward He Ao. "Do you humans honestly think a handful of reinforcements, a few mechs, a few stubborn fools, can overturn predetermined fate?"

Resplendent starlight coalesced in his hand, the terrifying power within him beginning to stir. "Have you all even seen a true, mighty Divine Being?"

He advanced step by step, the overwhelming force within him exuding visible intensity. His lips curled into a cruel smile, dripping with disdain and menace. "What you rely on, those so-called lofty mountains—they are nothing but paper shields."

He raised his hand, releasing an unending flood of starlight descending from the heavens.

Boom—

A colossal shadow suddenly erupted from beneath his feet, opening its cavernous maw to swallow him whole, snapping shut into a night-devouring black box.

The immense aura, the terrifying power—all vanished in that instant.

The descending brilliance of starlight melted away like snow under sunlight.

He Ao silently observed the towering black box.

The Prisoner Black Box was a trap-like Extraordinary Item, relying on its target willingly stepping into its snare.

Initially, He Ao had approached the side of the Glorious Palace. Exploiting the chaos of artillery fire as cover, he’d positioned himself at the palace’s front and used Joey’s Talent Sequence "Assassin" for "Stealth," setting up the Prisoner Black Box.

Seizing the golden-haired man’s arrogant advance, He Ao had slipped quietly into the now largely deserted palace.

When He Ao emerged from Christos’ office, anyone would naturally assume he had been there all along or had headed there first.

While the "Stealth" ability had limited effectiveness against higher-ranked Transcendents, when combined with artillery fire, it still managed to obscure him sufficiently.

Sometimes, abilities aren’t inherently strong or weak; their potency depends entirely on the circumstances in which they’re used.

Beneath the night sky and firmament, the cannon fire raged.

For a moment, everyone’s eyes were fixed upon the imposing black box, plunged into silence.

But as the mastermind behind it all, He Ao’s gaze remained intensely focused.

He raised his hand, examining the faint crimson lines gradually surfacing beneath the streaks of his own blood.

Above him floated a string of text:

[Usurper God]

[A seat among the heavens finds an unexpected occupant]

[Available Time: 02:27:33]

[Would you like to exchange one Exchange Star for 1.5 hours of skill "Usurper God"? (Available Exchange Stars: 12)]

He hadn’t spent his time en route idly either.

Lowering his gaze again, he turned his attention toward the massive black box ahead.

There it was—a terrifying power stirring within the box, resisting the murderous intent woven into its construct.

The crimson patterns across his body continued to spread.

Just a little more—a single fragment more.

He had been pressed for time, leading to his reliance on the trap setup.

Looking upward, his eyes seemed capable of piercing through the black box, visualizing the mechs beyond it.

The mechs, now rapidly raising their artillery to fire upon the box, nevertheless included units at the rear that inexplicably halted without explanation.

This "stagnation" quickly dominoed forward across the mech lines.

Accompanying their immobility was the sudden extinguishing of the operators’ life force, as though their "lives" were siphoned away to fuel something elsewhere.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The sealed black box began trembling violently, emitting sharp, piercing shrieks from within.

"Endless stars transform into your essence; the resplendent curtain births all creation."

An eerie, distorted chant—like the grinding of countless grains of sand—resounded beneath the firmament, reverberating within and without the black box.

In an instant, space-time seemed to shudder. A vast and dreadful entity transcending time unleashed its indomitable will.

From the heavens above, luminous streams of starlight descended violently, like countless swords piercing the black box below.

In an unnoticed corner, the colossal statue before the Glorious Palace absorbed the falling starlight, shimmering with a faint glow.

Anticipating the catastrophic impact, He Ao swiftly curbed the black box’s "predatory instinct," avoiding a direct confrontation with the starlight’s fury from above.

Boom—

In that instant, the sealed black box crumbled explosively into countless shards.

The shattered fragments fell to the ground and swiftly merged with the earth below.

At the epicenter of its remains, located where the golden-haired man once stood, scattered starlight whirled chaotically.

Almost instantaneously, the starlight consolidated, reshaping itself into the faint silhouette of the golden-haired man. He stared grimly at He Ao ahead, "Kid, your parlor tricks are over."

His figure broke apart once more, transforming into starlight, surging ahead to form a colossal Starlight Giant.

The titan raised its massive hand, thrusting forward.

Yet its target wasn’t He Ao—but instead Christos, standing behind the shattered window wall.

Although He Ao was troublesome, the giant knew precisely who to prioritize.

The suffocating force emanating from its luminous hand bound the surrounding air thick and viscous, choking Christos’ breath.

Christos opened his mouth to speak, yet no sound escaped.

Within moments, the colossal hand reached him, threatening to crush him along with his office.

He Ao stole a glance at the completed crimson markings etched upon his body—and clenched his fist tightly.

Boom—

In that moment, an overwhelming tremor rippled across land and sky.

An ethereal orange radiance emerged from the towering statue, swiftly encompassing both the statue and the entire Glorious Palace.

The Starlight Giant’s hand crashed against the hazy radiance, akin to striking indestructible steel. Upon its surface, not even a scratch remained.