Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1292: There Is Light on Him (Long - , Seeking Monthly Votes)

Chapter 1292: Chapter 1292: There Is Light on Him (Long Chapter, Seeking Monthly Votes)

"What happened?"

The staff member, dressed in full protective gear, looked up at the flickering lights above.

"It must be something wrong with the power supply system upstairs," the staff member beside him glanced up at the lights and quickly said, "Don’t worry, the containment area below has backup power, it’ll be fixed soon."

As he spoke, the flickering lights stabilized and stopped flashing.

"That’s good," the fully protected staff member nodded slightly, then suddenly realized something and looked at the metal wall in front of him, "Not good, the Curse Key."

"Don’t worry, the core area of the containment items has independent power, and in Area C, each item has its own power supply," his colleague beside him laughed, "There won’t be any problem with the Curse Key."

He reached out his hand, pointing to the light next to him, "Look, the Curse Key is still..."

His words came to an abrupt halt.

The light that initially showed green had somehow turned red.

"Maybe the equipment is malfunctioning," the staff member in full gear raised his hand to grip the lever on the observation window of the metal wall beside him, "We can see for ourselves."

"Are you crazy," his colleague beside him quickly raised his head and pulled his coworker’s hand, "The Curse Key randomly selects cursed targets, and those who have seen the Curse Key will become its primary attack targets. Going to see it directly is asking for death, isn’t it?"

He turned his head, directly picking up the emergency phone next to him, "We need to report this to the boss, let them come down to take a look, it’s likely a device issue, and they are the ones who can handle this level of sealed item."

"There’s no time to follow procedures now,"

The fully armed staff member directly pulled open the lever, and with a soft click, an observation window opened with a roar from the wall.

At the same time, he groped out his hand and twisted open a hidden panel nearby, revealing a bright red button inside.

His gaze stayed on the just-opened observation window, behind which wasn’t transparent glass, but a narrow monitor. At that moment, the monitor displayed a silver metal platform.

On the metal platform lay a silver disk marked with various scales, and at this moment, nothing was on the disk.

"It’s gone."

The fully armed staff member stared blankly at this scene, then he pressed the red button beside him without hesitation.

Wooo—

A piercing alarm instantly echoed throughout the entire building.

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Bang, bang, bang—

The crisp knocking sound echoed in the young man’s ears, reverberating in his mind.

He knew very well what this sound was.

The knocking sound of the Curse Key.

This Extraordinary Item was originally just an ancient compass model collected by a collector, consisting of a base and a magnetic spoon-shaped pointer.

Though not an antique, its exquisite craftsmanship made it the collector’s favorite item, placed in the most prominent position in his ’gallery’.

Every night, the collector meticulously organized each of his items before going to sleep.

One night, while the collector was organizing his collection, a gang of thieves broke into his home.

The thieves didn’t expect to run into the collector, so they tied him up, knocked him out, and threw him in the corner of the room.

However, the collector never fully lost consciousness. He kept waking up, trying to call for help.

Each time, his actions were caught by the gang’s leader, who would then use the compass to knock the collector on the head, rendering him unconscious again.

It’s unknown how many times this knocking continued until the collector’s skull was completely shattered, and his face was covered in blood.

The thieves ransacked the collector’s home and, cruelly, also killed the collector’s wife and daughter, who had woken up from the noise.

Not long afterward, all the thieves were caught.

But soon after they entered prison, one by one, died mysteriously with shattered skulls and blood-stained faces.

Their cellmates claimed to have seen someone leaning over them at night, tapping their skulls with a spoon.

But the vengeance didn’t end with the last thief’s death. Later, all who had seen the ’spoon’ began to die for inexplicable reasons.

If, after the last person’s death, no one else had seen the spoon, then after some time, the Curse Key would randomly select someone to kill, centering on the last person’s death site, until a new ’witness’ emerged.

This is the story the young man with the ponytail had read about the Curse Key.

The origin and initial appearance of this spoon and its killings are unknown, It’s even unclear if its origin was in Central Earth.

Laboratory experiments at the Research Institute show that this thing kills regardless of distance.

So the Research Institute relegates these as background stories in the Curse Key’s research materials.

The final part of the story about the Curse Key involves an old researcher at the Research Institute using himself as bait to lure the Curse Key into the Institute’s containment equipment, successfully controlling it.

This is the only Extraordinary Item that, under any circumstances, nobody has ever ’borrowed’.

Because up to now, the Research Institute has not completely understood its method of operation, they can only imprison and contain it. Everyone remains uncertain if once loaned, it can ever be fully contained again.

Additionally, the ’Curse Key’ has no physical form. Although everyone can see it as a black spoon, no one can truly touch it or see what it really looks like.

Thus, the young man with the ponytail had only read about the introduction of this ’Curse Key’ in stories and materials.

He never expected to be so ’fortunate’ as to be chosen as the Curse Key’s first ’attacker’.

Next, as long as someone witnesses his attack, the ’curse’ will be perpetually passed on.

He opened his mouth, wanting to yell something, but eventually halted his actions.

Bang, bang, bang.

The crisp knocking sound resonated in his mind.

He could feel his body completely falling to the ground, his field of view was already pitch black, and his consciousness was rapidly fading away.

He reached out, groping, trying to grab something beside him.

But his consciousness dimmed ever quicker and quicker, his control over his body slipping away at a perceivable speed.

In the final moments before his consciousness completely vanished, he seemed to hear a faint footstep stopping beside him.

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Under the flickering light, He Ao lowered his head, looking down at the ponytailed figure lying on the ground.

Within his ’meat eyes’, a blurry, twisted figure was kneeling on the body of the ponytailed figure, holding a black, somewhat worn spoon, repeatedly tapping the back of the ponytailed figure’s head.

This figure did not possess a physical form, but with every ’tap’, the back of the ponytailed figure’s head trembled.

He Ao could sense that slight ’cracks’ were about to spread across the back of the young man’s head.

The young man with the ponytail possessed a strong power within, surpassing the C-level threshold. Although He Ao hadn’t seen this guy in Nandu’s C-level list, this guy was clearly already a C-level.

Theoretically, this little spoon shouldn’t be able to fracture a C-level skull, let alone shatter it.

But as if abiding by some special ’rule’, the ponytailed young man’s skull began to develop cracks under the spoon’s tapping.

In some sense, these ’cracks’ were not caused by the tapping; they were a manifestation of this invisible ’killing’ power.

After He Ao saw the cursed spoon and the illusion, he could vaguely feel that some kind of invisible connection was forming between him and the spoon.

Accompanied by the supernatural item that observes and transmits power visually.

He Ao gazed at the illusion holding the spoon, raised his hand and reached out to the illusion before him.

His fingertips easily passed through the illusion.

This illusion had no substance.

He Ao allowed some of his divine sense to cover his fingertips in an attempt to ’touch’ the illusion.

Yet he still couldn’t feel any ’substance’; his hand effortlessly passed through the illusion.

Not even a spiritual body, purely an illusion?

He Ao withdrew his hand, staring at the twisted figure before him.

The knocking illusion seemed to notice He Ao’s movement, it raised the spoon, lifted its head, and its twisted shadow grinned darkly at He Ao.

The spoon in its hand trembled slightly, as if saying,

’Don’t worry, you’re next.’

Then it turned its head away, ignoring He Ao as if he was non-existent, continuing to wave the spoon.

But this time, the spoon did not wave down.

Its raised hand was gently held by He Ao’s extended hand, unable to swing down no matter what.

Its eyes widened, its twisted gaze staring in horror at the figure before it.

As if it couldn’t understand how He Ao managed to ’catch’ it.

An orange-gray gaze flickered in He Ao’s eyes as he calmly looked at the twisted illusion before him, slightly raised his hand, and took the ’spoon’ from the illusion’s hand as it seemed to experience a mental shutdown.

Strictly speaking, He Ao really couldn’t catch this illusion.

This illusion actually had no substance; it was just like a holographic projection, an illusion projected into He Ao’s ’cognition’.

Essentially, nothing really existed on the young man with the ponytail.

It’s just that people could ’see’ this thing.

Theoretically, He Ao couldn’t catch a ’holographic illusion’ projected onto his retina.

But he could modify the ’base code’ of the world, change the program of this ’holographic illusion’ to make it perform actions complementary to He Ao’s, making it look as if it had been ’caught’ by He Ao.

No matter what this ’illusion’ is in essence, it exists as a structure at the world’s bottom layer; as long as He Ao grasped its fundamental state at the world’s bottom layer, he could naturally capture it.

This involves the structure at the world’s bottom layer.

An ordinary C-level, or even B-level, wouldn’t have this ability.

But He Ao, coincidentally, did; an orange-gray radiance gradually concealed in his eyes, the lines of this twisted shadow in the world’s bottom layer were gently poked by him.

He was trying to let this thing present its true form.

Woo---

The shrill alarm sound echoed inside the towering building.

"Minister He?"

At that moment, Ye Yun rushed into the office with his sister, looked up at the twisted shadow whose wrist was held by He Ao, saw the black spoon He Ao took from the twisted shadow’s hand, and was slightly stunned.

For a moment, his brain also experienced a shutdown.

After a while, he finally reacted, immediately covered his sister’s eyes, raspily saying, "That’s the ’Curse Key’?"

As the person in charge of Nandu, he memorized the data of every Extraordinary Item contained in Nandu.

"Is this thing called by this name?"

He Ao looked at the black spoon ’in his hand’, released his grasp on the twisted shadow’s wrist, "I said, this spoon should be the core."

As his words accompanied, the body of the twisted shadow began to deform violently then shatter.

The scattered radiance integrated into the pitch-black spoon in He Ao’s hand.

Within this scattered radiance, he could vaguely see some seemingly soul-derived ’shadows’.

A certain damaged soul also merged with the spoon, which is why it performed such ’personified’ actions just now.

Unfortunately, under the spoon’s impact force, this soul was already insane and completely broken.

Of course, these shattered shadows seemed not to be just one kind, scattered in various shapes.

It looked like every deceased soul was absorbed by the spoon, and those that couldn’t be fully absorbed became impurities, trapped within this spoon, becoming part of its distorted madness.

He Ao raised his hand, disturbed the structure of the spoon at the world’s bottom layer, tearing some of it apart.

The fragments of souls imprisoned in the spoon surged with the tearing, each appearing in the void like rainbow bubbles rising to the sky, bursting and dissipating.

Throughout the process, He Ao had been performing this ’kneading’ action.

Some soul fragments were buried too deep, requiring him to forcefully ’tear open’ to squeeze them out of the spoon.

"Brother, there’s light on Minister He."

Ye Ying, who had been blindfolded, suddenly spoke softly.

"What light?"

Ye Yun was slightly stunned, beginning to ponder whether his sister was reaching the age of young love.

"I can’t describe it," Ye Ying paused, "just that there’s light, although I can’t see anything, I can feel his presence, he’s standing right there, with his entire being engulfed in radiance."

Ye Yun extended his other hand, touched his sister’s forehead with the back of his hand, and then touched his own.

No fever.

Ye Ying: ....

Meanwhile, He Ao had squeezed out the last ’bubble’.

Then he attempted to disturb the world’s bottom layer, making the ’intermingled’ spoon fully manifest its entity.

However, no matter how he tried, the spoon remained an illusion and began establishing connections with Ye Ying and Ye Yun beside it.

He Ao was silent for a moment, started using the Power of Truth Eye, fusing divine sense, to carve a control array on the intermingled spoon.

This spoon’s ability was bizarre, but its fundamental power wasn’t strong, plus He Ao’s rich experience, he soon finished the basic control array carving.

Then he slightly raised his palm, the somewhat vague black spoon collapsed and gathered together, transforming into a meticulously crafted stone spoon.

He Ao weighed the spoon in his hand, finding it quite heavy.

Ye Yun was dumbfounded, staring at it, "He, Minister He, you made it have a real state?"

"Huh?"

He Ao held the spoon in his hand, slightly stunned, puzzledly looking at Ye Yun, "Doesn’t it just look like this?"