Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1254: Daytime City Building (Long - , Begging for Monthly Passes)

Chapter 1254: Chapter 1254: Daytime City Building (Long Chapter, Begging for Monthly Passes)

[Daytime City Building]

[Everyone harbors a city in their heart, and dreams are what transform it into reality.]

[Available time: 01:05:13]

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The cube that floated out from the Secret Silver Box, after losing the box’s confinement, began to slowly levitate, drifting behind He Ao.

At that precise moment, from the infinite and distant void, an inexplicable pull erupted from its depths. The three floating cubes quivered faintly and immediately flew toward the sky.

"You intend to use something crafted by Order Power to fight against Order itself,"

The man hovering mid-air gazed at He Ao with calm eyes. Raising his hand, the three cubes naturally gravitated toward him. "Child, you’re being overly fanciful."

At this moment, his locks had completely transformed into a stunning shade of chestnut gold. His aged skin turned smooth and fair, even his eyes shone as clear as sapphire blue. The man now appeared youthful, like a vigorous seventeen or eighteen-year-old.

He smiled at the figure below—He Ao—having noticed him bringing the three Secret Silver Boxes along and deduced he intended to harness the "ritual" power embedded within them.

But he cared little. These "rituals" were brimming with Order Power, which shaped their essence and maintained their fundamental forms.

As a delegate of Order, the man naturally had full control of such power.

The Order Church held no concern about the theft of "rituals," for the control over these powers forever remained theirs.

In the blink of an eye, the cubes hovered between He Ao and the man in mid-air.

Endless ravings and wails echoed throughout heaven and earth, born of obsessions hidden within the cubes.

With the removal of their original "seals," their energies poured forth freely and unrestrained.

In that fleeting moment, the cubes, which were flying upward, seemed to be paused by some mysterious force, their motion gradually slowing amidst waves of Order Power, before finally suspending in mid-air.

"What have you done?"

The man floating above raised his head, furrowing his brows slightly, casting a curious look toward He Ao.

"Nothing much, just attempted a little communication with what you call ’rituals,’" replied He Ao serenely, lifting his head to gaze at the man in the sky and the hovering cubes.

From his perspective, those floating cubes were no longer translucent "objects" but colossal forms—shadowy constructs appearing to blot out the sun, stitched together from countless fragments of darkness.

These shadows were incomplete, as if forcibly carved out from a whole and singular soul, then pieced together by thousands upon thousands of such severed remnants, forming a massive, distorted shadow conglomerate.

At their interfaces lay trails of yellow threads of radiant "light."

These threads, reminiscent of ropes binding flesh, strapped down the fractured shadows with an oppressive grip.

Every moment, the shadows unleashed piercing, anguished wails. Misery-filled and mindless, their primal cries were akin to beasts in torment and madness, howling with frenzied desperation.

This was the source of those ravings haunting the void.

This was the true "essence" of the luminous, gem-like cubes.

And it was through Super Memory’s enhanced "field of view" that He Ao perceived this revelation.

Previously, He Ao could only sense a twisted soul power surging within the cubes, unable to see the shadows themselves.

However, after activating "Daytime City Building," Super Memory gained a peculiar "augmentation," seemingly outside the true abilities of "Daytime City Building," but undeniably expanding its reach.

It appeared that Super Memory was imbued with some higher-grade "ability."

"Daytime City Building" stemmed from Cito’s Character Card, "Dream Phantom." En route to the towering mausoleum-like building, He Ao exchanged nine Exchange Stars to acquire "Dream Phantom" and then used one more to activate "Daytime City Building" for an hour and a half.

The core power of "Dream Phantom," it seemed, was tied to the Winding Hill—a link suspected to connect with higher-level Talent Sequences akin to Super Memory.

Thus, "Daytime City Building" was potentially tied intrinsically to Super Memory’s higher sequence abilities all along.

Though He Ao speculated the skill might affect Super Memory in unique ways, witnessing its impact firsthand still left him surprised.

This also altered some of his original plans.

"Daytime City Building" amplified not only Super Memory’s "field of view" but also its ability—originally limited to detecting the thoughts of weaker individuals in proximity—to achieve rudimentary communication with those lesser "souls."

Prior to opening the Secret Silver Boxes, He Ao had constantly experimented with communicating with the fractured shadows trapped inside the cubes.

Yet progress proved sparse, as most shadows lacked reasonable cognition; even when He Ao sent thoughts their way, responses remained absent.

But once he activated the "Usurper God" state, ascending temporarily into a "Higher Grade," his attempt at "communication" underwent transformation, morphing into something like "Divine Inspiration"—forcing an interaction.

At this juncture, connections were indeed established between him and the fragmented shadows, a pact forged.

He Ao promised to destroy the chains of Order binding them, granting freedom to their soul remnants; they, in turn, sacrificed their power to him.

Amid the establishment of this pact, He Ao distinctly felt an ethereal tether linking his essence to theirs on the deeper fringes of existence—a connection that seemed anything but an illusion.

While the cubes indeed brimmed with the power of the God of Order, their primary constructs weren’t derived purely from such power.

Godly power merely functioned as their cage.

Meanwhile, amidst their dialogue, warped crimson patterns had spread across He Ao’s body.

The power of the War God transcended time and space once more, descending upon him.

Fixating his gaze upon the translucent cubes, he spoke softly, "Break!"

Turbulent clouds obscured the starry sky, rumbling thunder cracked between heaven and earth.

An endless scarlet radiance enveloped the three translucent cubes instantaneously.

Through Super Memory’s field of view, He Ao saw the scarlet brilliance manifest into three gigantic crimson hands, gripping tightly the yellow light ribbons that bound the myriad shadows together, and the hands abruptly clenched.

At that instant, the figure in the sky cooled in reaction, reaching out as three threads of yellow light streaked across the heavens, directly toward the crimson hands, reaching them almost instantly.

Yet momentarily, the red hands had firmly grabbed hold of the yellow threads.

Bang—

In the void, an ineffable sound seemed to erupt—a chain long imprisoned snapped suddenly, liberating the souls confined within the cage.

The three yellow strands of light effortlessly tore through the scarlet hands, but the sacrifice had been fulfilled.

Radiant brilliance burst forth from the cubes as if they were supercharged detonations, the luminous flare surged like blazing suns, illuminating the firmament intensely.

For that brief moment, countless gazes turned upward to see the sudden sunlight in the heavens.

"It seems, after all, something went wrong,"

A faint sigh rang amidst the radiance, "I’ve long said—when dissecting the organs and lives of donors, their spiritual bodies should be obliterated during processing. Otherwise, the lingering entities separated alongside their essence will inevitably stir trouble. While they do prolong ritual preservation, they remain but a ticking bomb."

A pale yellow barrier floated before the chestnut-haired man, halting the explosion’s light. He lowered his head, his azure gaze piercing through the surging brilliance to fixate on the bloodied figure bathed in its glow.

"If you believed detonating these three ’rituals’ would drag me into mutually assured destruction, then you might be acting quite fancifully again. Such detonations represent the crudest and most desperate form of power utilization. You understand nothing—" he halted abruptly, shock flashing across his face. "You... formed a ’Secret Contract’ with them? How is it possible to achieve this degree of pact in such little time? Wait—a Divine Promise? From the one behind you?"

Even as his words faltered, his actions remained sharp as ever. The yellow barrier before him shattered, exposing him to the explosion’s glow.

Simultaneously, ribbons of vibrant yellow radiance burst forth from his palms, lashing out in unison toward the explosion’s epicenter—where the cubes had originally hovered.

But the golden light encountered nothing but void; the encompassing brilliance, breathtaking as it seemed, was merely a "flash grenade"—a false explosion devoid of true power.

The cubes’ actual essence had already materialized through the intangible "Secret Contract" to complete their "Sacrifice."

The surrounding space trembled faintly as hazy illusions surfaced amidst the brilliance’s depths.

Chestnut-haired man’s head tilted, "soaking" in the enveloping glow before turning toward the emerging phantom shapes.

The chaotic, thunderous ravings had subsided at some unknown point, leaving tranquility—a disquieting silence enveloping all.

This uncanny quietude felt like an inexorable mockery reverberating within the man’s heart.

The phantoms suspended within the radiance turned their attention toward him. They watched his tense figure furrowed in emotion, a chorus of hidden whispers weaving through the luminosity softly.

Unlike their agonized howls before, the whispers sounded melodic, lively even, brimming with quiet joy coursing throughout the realm.

"A flock of brainless remnants dares to act insolent."

Listening to these "cheerful" murmurs, the man scoffed coldly, raising his hand as vibrant yellow brilliance erupted from his palm.

But the phantoms merely continued watching him, contorting their forms further to sketch a fleeting, ephemeral "smiling face" upon the void.

And just as the golden brilliance collided, the smile evaporated completely into the ether.

Ultimately, the golden light struck nothingness once again.

The man watched silently, inhaling deeply to calm the turmoil the recent events had wrought upon him.

Lowering his gaze, he refocused upon the initial scene.

That sun-like explosion of brilliance had dispersed entirely, leaving behind darkness and calm.

A gentle breeze buzzed through the night, rattling green leaves into hushed murmurs.

At his farthest line of sight, amidst the location of the opened Secret Silver Boxes, a blood-soaked figure stood resolutely.

"Child, it seems I underestimated you,"

His gentle voice reached toward He Ao’s weary silhouette, "Feigning a ’ritual’ explosion instinctively forced my defense, delaying my counterstrike. And in the fleeting window, you utilized that time to forge a Secret Contract and execute the Sacrifice."

Eyes drifting toward He Ao’s crimson blade trembling in the gale, he remarked evenly, "Still, I must tell you this: even with the power of all three sacrifices, you won’t be able to harm me."

Pausing briefly, he swept his gaze across the city. The pollution from Order power rapidly dissolved any remnants of dim orange light, tainting all directions.

Returning his attention to He Ao, he continued:

"However, your intellect has undoubtedly intrigued me anew."

"Understand this—the entities defending the Dawn City won’t return swiftly; you’ve barely managed to acquire the ability to face me. An Angel-Tier battle cannot avoid collateral damage. That being said,"

His elevated gaze swept over looming skyscrapers in rapid succession, "This city and its twenty million lives hinge entirely upon your slight whims."

Golden rays condensed in his hand into a perfect dodecahedron insignia. "I offer you one final chance: abandon everything granted by ’K’—renounce it fully and align yourself under the Great Order."

"From this moment, I shall ascend as the Patriarch of the Order Church, and you will serve as my successor."

Calmly yet decisively, he spoke, "Two million lives rest in your hands. I know you’re kind-hearted; decide now—to let them perish at your side or return under Order’s wings, reigning above millions."

"Master, I don’t recall seeing you—"

He Ao lifted his head and clenched the blood-stained blade tightly, "—display such shamelessness."

"I simply empathize with the twenty million, unwilling to see their demise over your passing defiance," the man hovering above replied, "Make your decision now: their lives or your fleeting pride."

"Why not both?"

He Ao rose abruptly, gaze locked, crimson blade descending like vengeance from the heavens.

"Foolishly obstinate,"

The chestnut-haired man retaliated instantaneously as golden brilliance surged forth like torrents. "You are not the Suote I remember—he wouldn’t surrender others’ lives so hastily."

And in a single heartbeat, the golden radiance utterly disintegrated the drenched figure.

"Hmm?"

The man hesitated briefly.

The figure... shouldn’t have been so weak.

Then, realization struck.

Something was off.

Everything was eerily quiet.

Raising his head, he glanced skyward.

Suspended atop the heavens lay a city—an exact replica of the one beneath his feet, its magnificence flipped upside down across the firmament.

This inverted city shimmered with glowing lights, blurred traces of human activity flickering faintly within its depths.

The Dawn City now hung above the vault of sky?

"What?"

The man froze momentarily, his gaze shifting outward to the outskirts of this so-called crown. He saw sprawling wilderness, rippling ranges of emerald mountains extending mightily.

Slowly, realization dawned upon him.

Suspended in midair wasn’t the Dawn City above—but the very city beneath his feet, turned upside down.