Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1297: In-depth (Large - Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 1297: Chapter 1297: In-depth (Large Chapter Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Ruins

In an instant, crackling electricity flooded the pitch-black space, an invisible sharp blade sliced through the sky like a shadow, severing the neck of the giant creature.

Boom—

Accompanied by the thundering crash of the enormous head hitting the ground, He Ao raised his hand and retrieved the Shadowless Sword into his grasp.

"This creature has been chasing me through several regions,"

Li Cheng stood before the massive fallen head, gazing at the grotesque lizard-like monster visage, and with a slight sigh, he spoke in a tone tinged with reminiscence,

"Many of my passing ’companions’ have perished in its maw. In the end, I only escaped by hiding in a small, enclosed cavern-like space with a tiny entrance that it couldn’t reach."

He chuckled, "In my younger days, it was one of the nightmares that frequently haunted my dreams."

As he spoke, he slowly stored away the Andaville’s Spear in hand, his gaze sweeping over the colossal monster corpse that was gradually collapsing before him. He sighed, "Time flies, who would have thought a monster from my dreams would become so ’weak’?"

"Strictly speaking, it’s not weak. Its strength already reaches a B-level degree, but it’s just that you’ve grown too quickly over the years."

He Ao glanced at Li Cheng, casually smiled, "Now, it’s time for you to exact revenge."

"Hahaha," Li Cheng shook his head, laughing, "I know my own capabilities. Without your cooperation, I would need to fully activate Andaville’s Spear to kill this thing so easily. It’s not really that I’ve become stronger too fast, it’s more that I’ve found a good teammate."

"Alright, alright," He Ao shook his head, smiling, "Is that how you flatter people? Let’s talk business then."

He put an end to that topic and allowed the Shadowless Sword to hover behind him, turning his gaze towards the narrow door behind the gigantic corpse, "Are we heading that way next?"

"Yes."

Li Cheng also withdrew his ’mutual praise’ smile and looked towards the narrow door at the end of the darkness, speaking softly, "Back then I was chased from that direction, and that’s how I found the place with Andaville’s Spear fragments."

"Then let’s head over."

He Ao cast a glance at the corpse on the ground, lifted his steps, and quickly moved around it towards the narrow door on the other side.

"Sure."

Li Cheng nodded and followed behind He Ao.

This pitch-black space was surprisingly silent, with only the sound of their rapid footsteps echoing.

Back and forth, one after another.

Just as they were about to completely bypass the gigantic corpse, He Ao suddenly paused.

He stared at the enormous, completely lifeless corpse, halting his steps.

"What’s wrong?"

Li Cheng looked up, gazing at He Ao.

"Nothing," He Ao furrowed his brow slightly, "I just feel it’s a bit ’quiet’, "

He turned his head to look at Li Cheng behind him, "When you came here over a decade ago, was it also this quiet?"

"I can’t recall clearly," Li Cheng looked at the monster’s corpse before him, mildly shaking his head, "Back then I was very weak, my memory wasn’t as good as it is now,"

His speech slightly slowed as if in recollection, "I only remember that many of us who were placed in this research facility explored around here,

"At that time, this monster was lurking amid a pile of shattered metal debris. Many of us thought it was simply a small mountain formed by the accumulation of metal wreckage, in fact, we explored on it.

"Then suddenly it extended its tongue, swallowing up explorers one after another on its body until we realized the issue, several people had been eaten already,

"I was relatively lucky, being further away and closer to the narrow door, so I was among the first to react and flee."

He paused, looking around, "I remember back then there wasn’t this kind of silence, lurking in the nearby darkness were many small creatures that would attack explorers, but now, those small creatures seem to have disappeared."

He turned his gaze back to He Ao, "But I can’t ascertain if this is some kind of ’anomaly’, "

He cast a glance at the corpse in front of him, "In fact, I’m a bit surprised to see this ’old friend’ again, after all, "

"In the ruins, the time flow compared to reality is one to twelve; eighteen years ago, in the ruins, two hundred years have already passed."

He Ao slowly spoke, saying what Li Cheng wanted to say, "Even a B-level exotic beast living for two hundred years can be considered ’longevity’."

He gazed intently at the corpse, "Is this guy different from your memory?"

"It seems to be a bit stronger," Li Cheng slightly frowned, "I was too weak back then to clearly distinguish its strength."

"Two hundred years,"

He Ao chewed on these words, then shook his head slightly, "I always feel something’s off, but perhaps I’m just being overly sensitive. In the ruins, ’abnormal’ might be ’normal’."

"Any intuition might not be ’groundless’; better to be cautious."

Li Cheng glanced at the giant corpse in front of him, raising the Andaville’s Spear in his hand.

Brilliant electric light instantly spread throughout the entire corpse, with dazzling lights resembling countless slender electric knives, carrying terrifying power and scorching energy, rapidly slicing open the corpse.

The air was filled with an aroma of roasting.

In mere moments, the enormous corpse collapsed with a bang, turning into countless fragments.

The lingering vitality within the twisted creature’s body also completely dissipated.

Dead beyond dead.

"Let’s get out of here."

Completing this, Li Cheng looked at He Ao standing by his side.

"Alright."

He Ao suppressed the subtle ’unease’ in his heart and nodded gently.

The two of them swiftly traversed the dark space, passing through the narrow door into its depths.

The entire space plunged into darkness once again, everything fell into a deathly silence, leaving only the smell of roasting lingering in the air.

Unknown how much time had passed, a blade of sword-like shadow silently floated out from the darkness, accompanied by slight footsteps emerging from the void.

"How is it?"

Standing behind the narrow door, Li Cheng looked towards He Ao in front of him.

"No problem."

He Ao gazed down at the scattered pieces of corpse on the ground, lifted his hand to retrieve the Shadowless Sword that had just returned in shadow form from the darkness, then gently shook his head, "Let’s move."

Ever since entering this research facility, he had constantly felt a certain ’incongruity’ lurking here.

And upon entering this pitch-black space, this feeling of anomaly surged to a peak.

Slaying the gigantic monster before him slightly alleviated this odd sensation, but only minimally.

Could it truly be that he was overly sensitive? In such a bizarre place, some oddities might be quite normal?

The two turned around and left once more.

This time, the wide space finally plunged into complete silence.

Again, who knows how much time went by, from the depths of this silent, dark space, a faint sound echoed as if resounding from the world bottom layer.

An eye slowly emerged from the depths of the void, lowering its ’gaze’ to observe the scattered flesh on the ground.

Under its gaze, the shattered flesh melted slowly like snow, forming a creek with a faint red glow. These creeks converged, continually ’compressing’ and ’twisting’, ultimately transforming into a blackened eye.

The eyeball lay quietly on the ground, motionless, as if it had lost all vitality.

The eyeball floating in the air gazed at the charred eyeball, then the pupil slightly elongated, opened, like a ’mouth’ opening, and took a sudden inhale.

In an instant, the charred eyeball fell into the pupil of the eyeball in the air.

The black pupil tinged with a red glow trembled slowly, like a mouth opening and closing.

Squeak—squeak—

It was as if the sound of chewing on brittle bones echoed in the air, squeak, squeak.

At the same time, the pupil shifted its gaze towards the dark narrow door nearby.

It looked deep into the narrow door.

——

Inside the Trapped Destiny Plate

He Ao’s true body lifted his steps, climbing up the towering mountains step by step.

He stood on the ’mountaintop’ that had been cut at an angle, looking down at the sloped surface under his feet.

Upon closer inspection, this ’slope’ was not as neat and smooth as it appeared from a distance.

The smooth and neat rocks revealed traces of weathering, outlining slight undulations on this slanted ’plane’.

But upon seeing these rocks, He Ao could still vaguely imagine the appearance of these rocks when they were first cut.

He frowned slightly, took a gentle leap, and swiftly slid down this massive ’slide’.

Accompanied by a crisp sound.

Soon, he slid halfway down the slope, stopping at the center of the inclined plane.

Standing at the center of this slope, his gaze followed the slope, looking forward.

What lay before his eyes was the battlefield he had just traversed.

Standing where he was now, he could survey the entire battlefield at a glance.

This battlefield stretched irregularly for dozens of miles, almost covering the entire wasteland within He Ao’s field of view.

In every nook and cranny he could see, swords, chariots, armor were scattered densely.

Looking around, there was no large city nearby.

In the world of the Trapped Destiny Plate, why had so many people gathered here?

Did they deliberately choose an open place for a grand duel?

He Ao raised his thumb, slightly aligning it with the cut direction of the slope.

If the force that cut the entire mountain had not turned or changed course midway, extending from this slope’s position...

His gaze traveled across the vast wasteland below, through the battlefield littered with various weapons and remnants, all the way to the very center of that grand battlefield.

A flashing cold silver light entered his vision.

With He Ao’s current ’eyesight’, he could clearly see the tiny needles at the edge of this desolate battlefield, but he couldn’t discern the specific form of the flickering light.

After a brief pause, his figure suddenly leapt, rapidly passing through the slope, the wasteland, and the battlefield.

Soon, he reached the center of this battlefield, the place where the light resided.

After passing through a certain area, the flashing light gradually faded, and what lay beneath the light began to slowly appear before his eyes.

Underneath the pervasive silver light, a stacked ’small mountain’ had already appeared before He Ao.

Under the shimmering light, he hadn’t seen the precise appearance of the area near the light, only some silver, seemingly metallic edges.

But now, he could finally see the complete form of those ’metals’.

They were fully equipped silver armors, piled on top of each other, forming a small mountain about a hundred meters tall.

Among these armors, there were scattered traces of blood, long dried and dimmed, almost unrecognizable. Almost every armor bore cracks and marks where sharp blades or blunt weapons had pierced through.

But their owners, those who wore these armors, had long turned to ash, the insides of the armors empty.

These armors still stood here, stacked into a massive peak, depicting their owners’ final actions throughout endless years.

Almost all these armors leaned forward, proving that their owners, as they died, were also struggling to climb upward.

They strived upward, trying to ascend to the top of the entire hillside.

He Ao followed the direction in which these armors climbed, looking upward, accompanied by the faint flickering silver light, a luminous silver longsword embedded in the ’mountain peak’ appeared in his vision.

There was no blood around, but vaguely, a rich scent of blood seemed to waft into He Ao’s nostrils.

In a trance, he seemed to return to that clamorous battlefield.

Illusions from the past appeared before him.

Roars, the sounds of fighting, the clangor of weapons colliding, echoed like thunder in his mind.

And the spot on which he now stood was the very core of the battlefield.

Countless people charged towards this small mountain, towards the silver longsword embedded on the mountain, at all costs.

Those in the front were killed by those behind, and allies helping each other simultaneously pierced each other’s chests.

And so, they fell.

Corpses piled beneath this longsword, forming a vast mountain of bodies.

And that longsword remained forever embedded at the top of this mountain of corpses, ’growing’ along as the mountain grew.

One by one, the figures seemed about to reach it, but ultimately fell before it, becoming part of the mountain of bodies.

This battlefield, stretching for a hundred miles, seemed to exist solely for this longsword.

All the ’people’ who came here wanted to obtain this silver longsword standing beneath the sky.

The intense smell of blood and the roaring noises gradually faded around He Ao, eventually disappearing completely, leaving only the empty armor piled into a mountain, and the silver longsword standing quietly atop the peak.

He Ao slowly lifted his steps, treading over the empty armor, moving slowly forward.

The bloody and murderous scenes flashed past him once more, the pervasive madness surged into his nostrils, his mind, his soul.

This madness attempted to tear at his will, trying to succumb him into a distorted desire for slaughter.

Then, before the various maddening forces that pervaded He Ao’s mind, this madness fell silent.

From a hoarse ’roar’, it turned into a cautious ’whisper’.

He Ao passed through this towering ’mountain of corpses’ unobstructed, reaching the very top of the mountain.

And at this moment, the scene around him once again completely receded, along with the maddening ’whispers’ in his mind also slowly dissipating.

He Ao gazed at the silver longsword before him, slowly stretched out his hand, reaching for the sword’s hilt.

And his hand, went through the intricately carved hilt.

Passed through.