Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1273: A Word That Defines Day and Night (Long - for Monthly Votes)

Chapter 1273: Chapter 1273: A Word That Defines Day and Night (Long Chapter for Monthly Votes)

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He Ao gazed at the shifting subtitles in his field of view.

No new achievements were triggered.

Aside from achievements like "Defier of Gods," which require accomplishing certain effects within dungeon tasks, many of the system’s achievements are tied to system ratings, like "Perfect Player."

For example, the previous "Perfect Sovereign" achievement required a five-star rating to be triggered.

But now, the entire evaluation system has changed; there are no longer five-star ratings, making this achievement nearly impossible to trigger.

Of course, the "Defier of Gods" achievement originated from the upgrade of "Silent Night Coffin Nail." From this perspective, the system’s achievements are not necessarily fixed either.

Perhaps older, powerful achievements can still be recreated through certain means.

He Ao withdrew his thoughts and gaze, steadied his heart, then looked toward his palm.

He could faintly sense a connection between himself and an object deep within the world.

This was the link with the Trapped Destiny Plate.

From the system’s description, this object seemed to be something Wizards created to study fate.

It was imbued with the powers of the God of Knowledge, the God of Order, and the Life God, and based on these forces, it imprisoned a portion of fate’s power within it.

However, the background description of the Trapped Destiny Plate contained another layer of information.

The world inside the Trapped Destiny Plate, in a certain sense, exists independently and is not fully compatible with the true external world.

This is why Wizards could directly accelerate its evolution to observe the effect of fate on the life within it.

It is a world with a certain "independence," detached from the real world.

And the one "manipulating" the Trapped Destiny Plate might, in a sense, become the "god" of this world.

Of course, this was not a real divine being.

When these Wizards’ "research" was exposed to the gaze of true Gods, it inevitably attracted destruction.

Along with the Trapped Destiny Plate they created, which was shattered by the Gods, it transformed into the Lost Life Plate and became a "hidden realm" of a certain tribe.

This narrative is somewhat similar to that of The Forgotten Wheel of Stars. To escape their destined destruction, the creators stole the power of Divine Beings to forge this artifact, only to eventually invite annihilation for making it.

The Wizards who stole power from Divine Beings to study fate also met their end through the destruction brought by pursuing fate. It is hard to say whether this outcome was predestined by fate or a mere coincidence.

He Ao clenched his palm, feeling the intangible connection.

The system didn’t clarify the level of the Trapped Destiny Plate, but judging by its shattered remnants—the Lost Life Plate, which was classified as Angel Tier—the grade of the original Trapped Destiny Plate was likely considerably high.

After all, it was a truly transcendent item capable of imprisoning fate and creating an "independent world."

But it remained uncertain which was stronger between the Trapped Destiny Plate and The Forgotten Wheel of Stars.

The Wheel of Stars had seven "warnings," while the Trapped Destiny Plate had six, making it seem somewhat "safer."

However, the system’s item strength isn’t strictly categorized by the number of warnings.

Maybe the Trapped Destiny Plate really is safer compared to the Wheel of Stars?

Following the trail of this connection, He Ao didn’t sense concrete evidence of the Trapped Destiny Plate’s existence or determine its exact strength.

The speeding train emerged from the darkness as He Ao lifted his head to look out the window.

The ice and snow under the night sky filled his field of view. This was the South Pole—an absolute uninhabited zone.

As soon as he returned to the Main World, he directly piloted the Velora here.

Black, massive fissures sprawled across the landscape; dense and interwoven, they covered the ground under a thin layer of ice.

Through the ice, He Ao could faintly see these black "patterns," which were, in fact, colossal cracks.

Deep and terrifying, they devoured the scarce starlight like gateways to the earth’s most profound depths.

The Velora hovered atop the icy surface as He Ao opened the train door and stepped out.

His gaze swept across the fissures below.

These cracks were the result of his previous attempt to control The Forgotten Wheel of Stars. Barely days had passed, yet here he was again.

The Velora let out its aged whistle as it sailed into the night. He Ao glanced at the system’s dungeon countdown—seven days left.

Then he lowered his head, letting his awareness follow the link in his palm, attempting to establish "communication" with the Trapped Destiny Plate.

No matter what, he still had to take a look first.

Though it was unclear how long it would take to control this transcendent item. While the Wheel of Stars had inherent flaws he could exploit using the Eye of Truth, the Trapped Destiny Plate likely lacked such vulnerabilities...

Just at that moment, several lines of subtitles appeared in his field of view:

[Please note: The original Trapped Destiny Plate has been destroyed. The TDP compensating for its flaws is not the original artifact.]

[Please note: Fate cannot be severed.]

He Ao stared at these two warnings, momentarily stunned.

This explained why there were only six warnings; two had been hidden here all along.

What was different about these two warnings compared to the others? Why were they placed separately?

Was the separation itself another form of "warning?"

Could these two "notes" be more central and vital than the prior warnings?

As his thoughts unfolded, He Ao sensed his awareness reaching some form of barrier.

This barrier was not strong; he could pierce through it with a little effort. At the same time, he could sense it rapidly weakening.

Was this the result of the system’s upgrade?

An effect from the task reward system’s enhancement?

He Ao suddenly recalled the mystical "isolation" between different persona card roles.

As rewards increased, their potency and danger levels also skyrocketed, prompting the system to implement a simple "isolation" mechanism to afford He Ao some preparation time.

Could it also have withheld some critical "warnings" for the barrier itself?

Like a "dangerous website ahead, are you sure you want to proceed" scenario?

Feeling the rapidly dissipating barrier, He Ao also realized one thing: his connection to the artifact beyond the barrier was still relatively weak. If he desired, he could sever the link right then and there.

That would mean the artifact would completely lose its connection to him.

In other words, he could choose to "opt out."

Such overlapping "protections," though described in simple text, suggested the system truly deemed this artifact exceedingly hazardous.

To steal knowledge from one friendly source undetected, borrow rules-based power from the God of Order without incident, freely wield the force of life, and genuinely fragment the intangible, conceptual power of "fate"—

These Wizards managed this for countless years without discovery, until one careless mistake drew the gaze of the Gods.

This was something even the Wizards who created the Wheel of Stars failed to accomplish—their secrecy was torn apart by the Divine Beings, leading to their downfall.

The Wizards behind the Trapped Destiny Plate, despite their nonchalant description, were presumably even more daunting than those who crafted the Wheel of Stars.

Of course, lacking sufficient strength themselves, they wouldn’t have been mad enough to meddle with fate.

Feeling the fragile, severable link, He Ao didn’t immediately breach the barrier but gently closed his eyes.

Behind him, in the void, an eye framed by an inverted triangle started to take form, sketched simply as though drawn by hand.

The Eye of Truth.

Opening his eyes, He Ao revealed orange-gray nested rings glinting in his deep pupils.

Giving up in the face of difficulty was not in his nature.

If he abandoned this now, wouldn’t his efforts in this dungeon be wasted?

He condensed his awareness swiftly and pierced through the fragile barrier.

The warning text floating in his view dimmed, followed by a colossal, boundless outline flooding his mind.

Accompanying it came an unrelenting surge of ravings and corruption, resembling storm-tossed waves in a typhoon.

In that instant, He Ao felt like he was in a narrow concert hall, positioned on the stage with endless rows of twisted, indescribable "musicians" filling the audience.

These "musicians" crowded together tightly, some even hanging upside down in the air, clutching indescribable instruments, shrieking and roaring. From every direction, the cacophony threatened to rend He Ao’s soul.

Blood splattered across his body instantaneously, and the warped corruption seemed ready to crack his bones.

An intangible force overflowed into the eerie, frozen polar night, shattering the nascent ice layer and, subsequently, the glacier beneath it, already riddled with countless fissures. Piece by piece, it collapsed with thunderous cracks.

As his footing vanished, He Ao’s body fell, sliding along the fractured ice into the glacier’s deepest depths.

Yet he made no move, merely clenched his fist, took a deep breath, and gently closed his eyes.

An eye framed by an inverted triangle emerged in his consciousness, tracing itself amidst the raucously chaotic "concert."

Then, that "eye" lifted its gaze, aiming at the roaring twisted entities surrounding him.

Under its oppressive stare, the warped figures dissolved as if erased by a rubber.

In that instant, the suffocating cacophony fell silent. Following, the eye’s gaze swept across every corner of the space.

Countless figures were obliterated in an instant, leaving the "concert hall" in He Ao’s mind eerily empty.

Though faint "twisted echoes" began reforming, they were now far less oppressive.

At this time, He Ao finally grasped the contact link spewing endless ravings, sensing the presence of the Trapped Destiny Plate.

The howling wind grazed his cheeks as he realized he was still plummeting through the glacier’s shattered depths, diving toward its subterranean end.

As he tried to harness the powers of the Trapped Destiny Plate, he felt his feet land on solid ground.

Had he reached the bottom?

He opened his eyes.

The bone-chilling cold had vanished without a trace, replaced by the warmth of sunlight on his skin.

He Ao raised his head, gazing at the overhead sun, briefly disoriented.

Wasn’t it supposed to be the polar night here in the South Pole? Where had the sun come from?

Suddenly realizing something, he lowered his head, scanning his surroundings.

Yellowed grass, undulating hills, crumbling ruins—all stretched before him.

Soft rustling came as the wind brushed over the dry grass below.

In what seemed like an instant, he had gone from the South Pole to some desolate autumnal plains.

At this point, He Ao understood where he was.

The world within the Trapped Destiny Plate.

He hadn’t brought the Trapped Destiny Plate into the Main World; instead, it had pulled him into its own world.

The distorted whispers of ravings continued to echo in He Ao’s mind.

Intertwined with these ravings were traces of Divine Being corruption, seemingly some form of divine remnant.

However, these remnants, which could pose threats to ordinary people or even standard Angels, meant little to He Ao.

What truly concerned him was the unseen, higher-level force augmenting the whispers, simultaneously damaging his body.

This was the first time He Ao encountered pollution entwined with harmful power—a nightmare dressed with spikes.

If not for summoning the Eye of Truth beforehand, enabling him to quickly deploy its abilities to counteract the threat, even the initial exposure might have severely injured him.

The system’s warning wasn’t entirely useless.

He Ao stepped forward, his figure flickering as he appeared near a collapsed building.

He lowered his head and examined the structure.

The house seemed built entirely from stones, surrounded by scattered debris, with a roof made from something akin to shingles.

The perimeter held decayed stone columns, arranged in a manner resembling a fence. It appeared once to enclose a small yard, where livestock might have roamed.

The architectural design of the house looked peculiar, unlike anything from the Main World or dungeon worlds.

This house had clearly been abandoned and in ruins for who-knows-how-long.

He Ao scanned his surroundings—but apart from the grass, he saw no "living being." Not even bones or faint traces of past life activity could be found.

It was as if life had long abandoned this place.

He Ao lifted his gaze toward a nearby hill and strode forward.

Each step crushed dry grass beneath his feet, producing faint hissing sounds.

Soon, he reached the hilltop.

He raised his head, gazing across the firmament far ahead.

Under the massive setting sun, endless mountains rolled across his field of view like waves.

No matter how he strained his gaze, the boundary of this world remained unseen.

Feeling the connection with the Trapped Destiny Plate, He Ao exhaled lightly.

He had anticipated the vastness of the Trapped Destiny Plate’s internal world but hadn’t imagined it to be so immense.

He Ao tilted his head skyward.

A thought emerged in his mind.

Nightfall.

For a moment, it was as though someone had pressed a fast-forward button. Under He Ao’s gaze, the sky gradually dimmed, and the starry night came alive.

The brilliant constellations illuminated the somber heavens above.