Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1261: Gods and Madness (Mission Completed / Double Updates for Monthly Passes)

Chapter 1261: Chapter 1261: Gods and Madness (Mission Completed / Double Updates for Monthly Passes)

As expected...

As He Ao withdrew his will, a thought surfaced in his mind.

The Witch of Desire had left her power within the [Dream Phantom], but her influence over the [Dream Phantom] wasn’t as intense as the Life Goddess’s hold over the [Saints].

Thus, in the instant He Ao’s will descended, she couldn’t locate the source of the ritual or pinpoint Suote’s position. She could only lurk around the power of the Dream Phantom, waiting for He Ao’s advent to lock onto the ’Ritual Holder.’

At that instant, He Ao’s thoughts halted, his gaze lifted, and he looked toward the heavens.

Before him, the radiant figure seemed to sense something too, raising his head.

High above in the firmament, the swelling violet radiance that engulfed the skies suddenly surged like an immense sun, illuminating the entire world in brilliant violet light.

In that moment, the colossal grey-white eye hovering in the heavens diverted its [gaze] from He Ao for the first time and turned toward the violet brilliance saturating the skies.

*Rip—*

Amidst that glow, a delicate hand, seemingly the epitome of perfection in this world, emerged from the depths of the void. It gently exerted force and tore apart the firmament, which was suffused with grey, white, and yellow brilliance.

From beyond the rift in the shattered heavens, thick violet mist seeped through, coalescing into a graceful and mesmerizing violet figure.

Just one glance at this silhouette was enough for He Ao to feel the uncontrollable tidal wave of yearning blossoming within him.

Looks like Big Sis is really in a hurry this time—her advent’s power exceeds any of her prior descents.

He Ao fully understood that the Witch of Desire’s power had been lurking around the [Dream Phantom]. His advent was a deliberate act to guide the Witch of Desire here, revealing this Dream City to her.

[Daytime City Building] was an ability extracted by the system from the [Dream Phantom]. He Ao had already experimented with the ’Life’s Holy Grace’ and confirmed that this ability could completely isolate any interference from divine beings behind the Character Cards.

In other words, the Witch of Desire wouldn’t have known of this city’s existence unless He Ao himself guided her here.

He Ao couldn’t gauge the extent of hatred between the Witch of Desire and the Winding Hill, but judging by how the Witch of Desire had been figuratively flogging the corpse of the original divine being from Winding Hill even long after their death, the enmity was unlikely to be minor.

So he estimated that once Big Sis laid her eyes on this Dream City, she’d instantly go into a frenzy state.

There’s no need for He Ao to mock her, no need to initiate a ritual—simply providing the Witch of Desire with a coordinate was enough to draw her here.

As He Ao’s thoughts churned, the violet silhouette in the heavens had swept her gaze across the crystal-encrusted city and settled her gaze on He Ao, and the radiant figure standing before him.

"How did you—"

The radiant figure stared at the stunning violet silhouette in the heavens, his cold and emotionless voice showing faint traces of emotional fluctuation.

Yet, before he could finish speaking, the violet figure had already extended her flawless hand and lightly clenched it.

*BOOM—*

A sound like mountains collapsing and the earth splitting echoed across the heavens and earth.

The magnificent city covered in crystals crumbled instantly, as though crushed like brittle cookies.

Along with it, the suffocating pressure that had restrained He Ao dissolved like fragile ice—shattered in an instant by the faint grasp.

Damn, is Big Sis really this ferocious?

This grudge must run deeper than I thought.

But He Ao didn’t have the time to mull over this; with the disappearance of the oppressive force, he briefly regained his ability to move.

His body staggered, and he stumbled forward. Many of his bones had been shattered under the terrifying pressure earlier, rendering him incapable of supporting his own weight.

Waves of excruciating pain, like countless ants gnawing at his flesh, surged across every corner of his body.

Without hesitation, He Ao extended his will into his limbs, maneuvering them like props to forcibly steady himself. Then he grasped the bloodstained blade in his hand.

At the same time, the radiant figure had no leisure to converse further with He Ao, as endless lines emanated from the heavens, some weaving toward the violet silhouette.

The figure only needed to lower her gaze and sweep her eyes over the lines.

In that moment, countless threads entwined together, momentarily immobilizing the radiant figure’s body.

Then, the violet silhouette turned her attention toward He Ao, who was busily carving symbols with the bloodstained blade.

An explosion of chaotic emotions and ravings detonated in He Ao’s mind.

His body froze, and for an instant, he felt as though his body was no longer under his control.

But it didn’t matter—his body had long since lost its autonomy. The one controlling this broken body wasn’t muscle or bone; it was his divine sense.

Without lifting his head, He Ao endured the maddening corruption and continued to carve lines.

Soon, his field of view briefly flickered with brilliance.

Raising his head, he saw that the violet silhouette had somehow appeared before him.

So beautiful...

That was his first impression, and in the same instant, it became his only thought.

The figure before him lacked any discernible features, yet every inch of her body seemed to align flawlessly with his aesthetic preferences.

She made him instinctively yearn to approach, to merge with her.

Infinite desire and emotion seized control of his mind, urging his body to move forward.

The violet figure extended a hand toward him, a simple action that magnified his emotions to their zenith, compelling him to sacrifice both soul and flesh to her.

But in the end, he didn’t take that step.

The moment the violet figure appeared, he had already withdrawn all of his divine sense.

He wanted to move, but in his current state resembling a vegetative patient, supported only by the bloodstained blade, moving wasn’t an option.

The radiant figure, freshly broken free from his constraints, regained mobility. Countless threads surged forth behind him, weaving toward the violet silhouette.

He Ao surveyed the fractured, near-obliterated city around them.

What he wanted was simple: the total destruction of this city.

At this moment, the radiant figure had fully fused with the city.

This was a big cake—a luscious masterpiece presented before the radiant figure, which he couldn’t resist taking a bite from, even during body-state resets.

Similarly, the radiant figure couldn’t abandon it, and thus he continued conversing with He Ao, attempting to seize control over the city.

But He Ao knew that one entity had no interest in the city—she only wanted to obliterate it entirely.

And the radiant figure, intrinsically tied to the city’s fate, would be erased alongside it.

From the start, He Ao had intended to summon the Witch of Desire.

Still, things wouldn’t necessarily unfold in accordance with his plans.

Solely summoning the Witch of Desire would have left her detained by the God of Order, so he first invited his good friend.

The good friend was hot-tempered, uninterested in dealing with the God of Order, and solely fixated on confronting He Ao. But the God of Order didn’t provide the chance, imposing a sealing barrier on the friend immediately.

Of course, the Witch of Desire wouldn’t fully follow He Ao’s script either.

The violet silhouette could utterly obliterate this Dream City instantly—but she didn’t.

The reason was simple: beyond destruction, Big Sis wanted to understand the origins of this city, the connection between He Ao and Winding Hill.

Incidentally, the good friend probably wouldn’t mind "dissecting" He Ao if the God of Order didn’t intervene.

This was where other friends’ assistance came in.

At this moment, He Ao gazed at the violet silhouette temporarily ensnared by radiant threads, a faint smile curving his lips.

"The Universe of All Beings is all sin; only brilliance shines upon the end!"

The pattern under his feet was actually completed moments earlier.

The diagram comprised six uneven lines—each connected at one endpoint and radiating outward, forming a design reminiscent of a luminous singularity.

Meanwhile, faint violet light spread out, transforming into candles on a candelabrum, liquid fuel lamps, electric bulbs, remnants of neon signs, along with a fragment of a shattered skull meticulously placed clockwise at the ends of the six lines.

The skull was originally intended for the good friend—a portion clipped off by He Ao.

For most ritual items, symbolic meaning sufficed; quantity wasn’t crucial. That said, an increase in quantity did amplify the effect in some cases.

But He Ao wasn’t worried—his rituals had always delighted his friends.

Indeed, just as his words fell, infinite radiant brilliance descended from the heavens, instantly connecting with He Ao’s will.

Amid layered hymns and praises, an invisible link was forged.

Before the entity at the other end could convey its intent, He Ao proactively sent a thought through: "Brother, the Witch of Desire is asking—do you want the Eternal Divine Nation?"

The connection paused momentarily, seemingly baffled at encountering such a scenario.

But in the next moment, an immense radiance tore through the skies, its dazzling brilliance illuminating the crystal-constructed city.

Upon seeing the grey-white eyes, yellow phantom shadows, and violet silhouette within the city, the brilliance seemed briefly thunderstruck.

Then, without hesitation, the being’s will surged—the radiant brilliance coalesced into a massive hand that reached directly for the fractured city.

The violet figure before He Ao abruptly raised her gaze. Her power descended again, ripping apart the threads binding her form, while simultaneously devastating the radiant figure behind her. Torrents of radiance flooded every corner of space.

This time, she couldn’t afford any free capacity—two divine beings vying over the same city brooked no delay. Should she be even a moment late, the city would slip beyond salvaging.

Violent surges of violet brilliance swept across the heavens and earth, tearing apart everything in their path.

At this moment, He Ao’s field of view was completely engulfed by the light.

Faintly, he sensed some force briefly protecting his body.

In the hazy radiance, a vague silhouette appeared in his view.

He raised his head to look, glimpsing the indistinct figure—a weathered gardener holding a bouquet, tending to sunflowers before him.

Back turned to He Ao, the gardener placed the sunflower atop the highest point and murmured softly, "The divine beings are the greatest madness."

In the next instant, the figure disintegrated like wind-blown sand amidst the overwhelming violet radiance.

[Mission Complete]

[This task’s evaluation is being calculated...]

[Returning to original world in 90 seconds]

[Return Immediately (90)]

He Ao glanced at the ’K’ mark on the back of his hand, feeling the invisible connection with the twisted lines.

This time, he didn’t pray for power; instead, he prayed to ’himself’ for knowledge.

[The follow-up Talent Sequence information for Orator.]

In the span of moments, amidst the chaotic thoughts, he found no answers—but his prayer could be met with direct response.

And so, he ’answered’ himself:

[Talent Sequence 272: Memory Inheritor]

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Within the murky violet mist, the Witch of Desire’s power surged once more.

Yet all that remained within her field of vision was an empty husk—the lines had long since withdrawn their will.