Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1262: The Broken Mask (Long - , Requesting Monthly Votes)

Chapter 1262: Chapter 1262: The Broken Mask (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Votes)

The colors of yellow, orange, purple, gray, and white weaved together, filling the entire firmament, as rippling waves etched radiant patterns across the world’s bottom layer.

The evening wind stirred the emerald grassland, as though swept away by some intangible force from the world’s depths. All the grass blades turned into withered yellow in an instant, then scattered into dust.

"What did you push into the center of the battlefield?"

A slightly astonished voice rang from behind the undulating hills.

"Those who wish to manipulate fate will eventually be toyed with by fate,"

The man in military attire stood quietly atop a hill, gazing at the distant sky with a calm look. In a hoarse, low voice, he said, "Those without reverence for fate will naturally face fate’s backlash. It’s not me who orchestrates all of this; it’s those smug individuals who believe they’ve seized control of fate."

Then he turned his gaze, looking behind him.

The figure that had previously stood behind him had vanished without a trace.

The man in military attire raised his hand slightly. The drifting green grass dust scattered in the pitch-black night, like fine grains of sand forming a silent storm.

This storm spread across the dark night in an instant, then abruptly recoiled.

From the depths of darkness came a muffled sound, as a torn fragment of fabric slowly floated down from the sky.

The man reached out his hand, catching this scrap of cloth. His gaze turned, surveying the surroundings.

On the dust and grains of sand, an unnoticed moment had already blanketed the ground with blood, glimmering faintly.

He gently raised his hand. The dust shredded the tattered fabric before slowly gathering, compressing, and forming a single vibrant green grass blade.

This blade was jade-green, its sheen flawless and smooth. Simply gazing upon it inspired a sense of profound allure, tranquil and otherworldly.

The man pocketed the grass blade, casting one last glance at the now desolate night sky. After a brief pause, he turned and flew toward the direction of the interweaving multi-colored radiance in the heavens.

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Dawn City · Glorious Palace

The auroral brilliance shimmering across the firmament faded, and the hazy orange glow vanished entirely beneath the night’s veil.

The enormous statue gradually fell silent, reverting to its once-dull and colorless state.

Christos tilted his head up toward the sky, extending his hand to touch the gaping rupture in the colossal structure before him.

This time, no orange barrier obstructed his movements. His hand slipped effortlessly through the shattered glass curtain wall’s opening.

He gazed at the vast night above. The majestic inverted city had been thoroughly torn apart without his noticing, leaving only faint traces and vanishing remnants—a purple mist laced with faint intertwining lights—hinting at the existence of that bygone city.

Of course, perhaps the city hadn’t been entirely destroyed—it merely faded from this world and could no longer reveal its reflection to prying eyes.

Christos lowered his head, staring before him.

Once-skyline-dominating skyscrapers had vanished entirely.

For centuries, these towering buildings had been symbols of Dawn City’s splendor.

They had been rebuilt and renovated multiple times over the decades, becoming taller, grander, and more luxurious.

Even corporations not originating in Dawn City took pride in having their headquarters within the city center of the Federation’s largest metropolis.

These magnificent structures were a testament to Dawn City’s prosperity, crystallized over its 800 years of thriving history.

But now, barring the ancient Glorious Palace and the towering Dumel National Cemetery that stood resolute, Christos could only see dense rows of scattered bricks and rubble, crumbling walls exposing skeletal steel frameworks.

Christos raised his eyes to look ahead at the Dumel National Cemetery. His gaze swept past the green leaves fluttering softly in the breeze and settled on the vast ruins beyond.

Low, squat buildings and ramshackle shanties stood quietly behind the desolation.

Amid those structures, puzzled figures stood in the alleys, gazing at the expansive wasteland before them.

An aging street separated the squat buildings from the ruined expanse.

One side of the street was ancient and decayed yet untouched, while the other side was left barren and empty.

Once upon a time, this street had demarcated the dilapidated shanties on one side and the bustling skyscrapers on the other.

Christos silently observed the stark divide of this street. He had mulled over the idea many times before—how he might repair Dawn City’s slum district.

But most of the buildings had fallen into disrepair, with construction companies quoting exorbitant costs for renovation.

The slum’s residents couldn’t possibly afford such expenses, and the city government’s strained taxes couldn’t fund such a massive project either.

Coupled with a string of subsequent complications and sharp disputes, he had no choice but to set the plan aside for now.

At this moment, he withdrew his gaze from the desolation below, recalling past experiences in his mind.

Reducing everything to ruins may not necessarily be a bad thing.

Ding—

A sharp sound rang from the office desk behind Christos. Soon, the Guard Captain’s communication was patched through. He glanced at Christos and urgently said, "Mr. Christos, we’ve detected what appears to be security forces belonging to a corporate group attempting to enter the ruins. Should we let them through?"

"Corporate security forces?"

Christos calmly observed the night sky and said evenly, "Seal off the entire ruins. Don’t allow anyone unauthorized by me to enter."

His gaze wandered over the remnants of once-lofty skyscrapers, and he said serenely, "Release a public update, announcing that Dawn City will enter an emergency crisis lockdown. Inform citizens to refrain from approaching the city center, citing potential residual pollution. The city government will assign personnel to clean up the ruins."

"If the corporation’s forces try to breach anyway..."

The Guard Captain asked hesitantly.

"Emergency lockdown. We cannot risk anyone spreading potential Divine Being contamination,"

Christos remarked, staring at the ruins under the dim heavens. His tone remained steady. "Anyone who disregards city government warnings constitutes a danger to Dawn City residents. All such individuals—uncooperative and potentially tied to cult activity—are to be dealt with severely. During a state of emergency, we’ll resort to violent measures to uphold Dawn City’s interests."

"Understood."

The Guard Captain nodded solemnly before continuing, "What about the Federal Bureau of Investigation and the Nolanka Mercenary Corps? This time, the Federal Bureau of Investigation brought floating warplanes to assist, led by Field Supervisor Mr. Smith and Supervisor Miss Selena."

As he spoke, his tone wavered. "From the grassroots division of Dawn City’s Federal Bureau of Investigation, only their personnel arrived. As for the Nolanka Group Mercenary Corps, they’re currently in a standoff with an unknown mercenary corps."

"Hmm,"

Christos nodded lightly. "Convey our gratitude and invite them to collaborate in clearing the pollutants from the city center ruins."

He paused briefly and looked at the Nolanka Group’s exoskeleton-armored soldiers hovering in the air.

These soldiers floated quietly, gazing ahead.

The golden-haired young man had sacrificed most of the mechs he brought in during combat. The few remaining units were promptly cleared by soldiers of the Nolanka Group.

Nonetheless, during the inverted city’s emergence in the sky, the ground troops from the mercenary corps led by the golden-haired man had not halted their actions.

Currently, those ground forces stood at the edge of the ruins.

But perhaps their hesitation stemmed from their Leader’s demise, coupled with concerns over the eerie city’s reflection in the sky and the reputational impact of the Nolanka Group Mercenary Corps’ performance in prior battles.

They refrained from attacking, merely standing off against Nolanka Group’s vanguard troops.

"I’ll personally contact Nolanka Group,"

Christos remarked, gazing at the tense battlefield. He continued, "The matter is settled now; this battle won’t unfold anymore."

He briefly hesitated before saying softly, "Send some people to search the vicinity of Dumel National Cemetery. Considering Suote’s mindset, Director Vilint of Dawn City’s Federal Bureau of Investigation might be nearby. It’d be best to bring a doctor along."

As he spoke, his tone grew heavy, accompanied by a faint sigh.

"Understood."

The Guard Captain’s holographic projection gave a gentle reply before the communication ended.

The whistling cold wind surged through the rupture in the glass curtain wall, slicing across Christos’ cheeks like delicate blades.

Christos lifted his head, looking at a now completely blackened screen. The screen had once ’broadcasted’ Suote’s ’battle.’

Someone had used advanced equipment to magnify the scenes within the Reflected City and disseminate them across every corner of the metropolis.

However, these images blurred completely when the radiant figure emitted the yellow light sphere, leaving only faint shadows visible.

By the time the gray glows surfaced, even the shadows had vanished.

Because the broadcast focused solely on the happenings in the Reflected City, it was silent. ’Spectators’ were left to speculate on the events based on depicted actions.

But truly, anyone with an ordinary mind could easily deduce what had transpired above the sky.

Using some method, Suote had drawn the horrific crystalline giant into an alternate replication of Dawn City—the ’Reflected City’—thus shielding the actual Dawn City from destruction in this conflict.

Ultimately, as every viewer witnessed, the Reflected City likely succumbed to the overwhelming brilliance—obliterating everything within it, including the architect of the city itself.

Christos shifted his gaze away, falling silent.

He had known Suote for quite some time, ever since his election as mayor when Suote even attended his inaugural banquet.

Although their interactions were limited, he understood Suote to be a righteous individual.

He also knew Suote had long been involved in investigating ’K’-related incidents, contributing significantly in the shadows.

But in this world, the fate of those who remain righteous is often bleak.

Buzz——

Just then, Christos’ wristband vibrated slightly. He raised his hand to check the incoming call displayed on the wristband.

[Cedar Villa]

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Sizzle——

Agile crimson brilliance swam through the darkness above the rubble like a spiritual snake. Suddenly, a swordlight as radiant as moonlight tore through the void.

A tattered figure, battered and bruised, emerged from the void.

"Cough—returned?"

Vilint coughed up a mouthful of blood, raising his eyes to take in his surroundings.

The starry space had been densely packed with low-impact assaults. He successfully dodged them early on while his stamina upheld him. As exhaustion set in, however, he began taking increasingly frequent hits.

As he spoke, the crimson brilliance circled faintly before him, then dissipated entirely.

Vilint reached out, attempting to clasp the light, only to watch as it dissolved before him.

That glow had seeped into the starry space, guiding him through the core’s destruction and back into the real world.

Though the light had aided him, he faintly sensed its maddeningly chaotic explosive intent and unsettling whispers that seemed capable of disturbing sanity.

This crimson brilliance revealed only weak strength but held immeasurable status—clearly a Higher Being had intervened.

The chilling night wind brushed against Vilint’s torn clothes. Clutching the Moonlight Sword, he lifted his gaze to observe the silent nightscape, the desolated ruins, and trails of lingering blood amid the wreckage.

Then, Vilint tilted his head, glancing upward at the fading celestial radiance above.

It appeared he’d returned too late—the clash was over.

Lowering his gaze, he shifted his sights eastward.

There, traces of blood shimmered faintly green against fractured stones. Splattered with gore, the site marked where a body had been torn apart by ferocious force.

Vilint didn’t linger long on this evidence, turning instead to the western edge of the site.

Between scattered debris lay faint traces of yellow-tinged blood, subtly mixed with hazy purple-red hues.

Though deposited long ago, this blood continued pulsing with power—implying its source had been a highly potent Transcendent.

According to Federal protocols, blood-stained rubble would typically require containment and study for its energies and unusual traits.

Vilint lacked time for those details now. Locking his attention on these spattered volumetric patterns, he followed the trail along the ruin’s edge.

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