Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1298: Fixed ’Time’ (Large - Asking for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 1298: Chapter 1298: Fixed ’Time’ (Large Chapter Asking for Monthly Tickets)

He Ao quietly gazed at the silver longsword before him.

In front of this sword, there were actually quite a few pieces of ’armor’.

He was not the only one who came here.

Perhaps he wasn’t the only one who tried to seize this sword.

Yet this sword seemed never to have been pulled up by anyone.

He Ao carefully observed the armor beneath his feet, eyeing the densely piled mountain of metal.

When he had just come up, he had actually ’measured’ the strength of the armor with his ’footsteps’.

The different feedback from his strength indicated various material grades.

At the very bottom of the entire Armor Mountain, was a C-level strength special material, the bottommost layer of Armor Mountain; without reaching this grade, one couldn’t even arrive at the core of the battlefield and participate in the final contest.

While at the top third of Armor Mountain, was metal with strength exceeding C-level yet not reaching B-level.

He Ao roughly termed it as C+ level.

If transcendent of the Talent Sequences did not rely on the power of divine beings or use strength-enhancing drugs or items, they wouldn’t be at this level. The power promotion of Talent Sequences is a complete leap, jumping from the hundreds of C-level to the thousands of B-level, all at once.

However, martial artists are different; they move forward step by step, gradually inhaling and exhaling, cultivating until perfection, to have a chance to break through to the next level.

There may be some leaps, but it’s not much.

So there are martial artists existing above C-level but not satisfying B-level.

These C+ level armors seem to correspond to transcendent of this level.

Of course, the tiering of different armor levels is not entirely clear, and there are also situations where the weak wear strong armor or the strong wear weak armor.

Upper layers are mixed with C-level armor, while the lower layers have powerful C+ level armor.

However, there is one ’layering’ that is particularly clear, and that is at the very top of the hill, around the silver longsword.

Covered with a faint layer of B-level strength armor, none of which mixed with any lower grade armor.

’They’ belong to the final ’winners’ of this contest.

Also the most powerful warriors in this entire massive battlefield.

Yet they still fell beneath this silver longsword, becoming one of the corpses ’elevating’ the longsword.

The B-level armor engraved with glamorous patterns were almost incomplete, and the weapons accompanying the armor, long spears, short swords, axes, and halberds, only remained as fragmented pieces.

He Ao pulled out a broken sword with only the hilt and a one-foot blade from beneath his feet and gently swung it.

He initially thought he had an estimate of this world’s martial arts, only now realizing that his previous estimation was somewhat of a ’frog at the bottom of a well’.

The development of martial arts in this world had actually surpassed his imagination.

As a lone explorer, he had never seen martial arts at its peak nor could he imagine it; he could only speculate on the martial arts of the Original Federation through the remnants and corpses left in ruins.

But the corpses and remnants he had seen were merely a few people.

So his imagination was somewhat narrow.

However, this battlefield extending nearly a hundred miles, with the low-level transcendent akin to cannon fodder, only worthy of being stepping stones the C-level, and the weapons matching the strength of these transcendents, painted a picture of martial arts flourishing in his mind.

Transcendent not up to the dogs, C-level all over the place.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but feel a ripple in his heart.

But such an era of martial arts was easily crushed by divine beings in just an instant, turning the entire world into a fragmented gravestone leaving no trace.

The newly arisen ripple was mercilessly flattened, He Ao looked down at the broken sword in his hand, tossing it back into the ruins.

He turned back, looking at the silver longsword inserted at the top of the Armor Mountain.

He didn’t know if it was because the world’s limit was relatively low, causing the martial arts civilization to lack sufficient power to resist divine beings, or if martial arts were inherently fragile, merely a false prosperity.

And what kind of ’charm’ does this silver longsword, contested by countless strong in the Kunming Plate World, have?

He couldn’t feel the ’existence’ of the longsword before his eyes, as if it did not exist in front of him, just a faintly glowing illusion.

Yet he could clearly sense some formless aura entangled on this sword, mixed with some terrifyingly twisted power, this power profound and deep, seemingly from endless grandeur.

He Ao raised his hand again, his fingers lightly touching the sword’s body.

And then his fingers once again passed through the sword’s body.

Perhaps this sword itself doesn’t exist, just a trap playing with the strong of the Kunming Plate.

What countless people fight to the death over is merely an illusion.

So even if there stood a B-level before this sword at the end, no one could pull it out.

He Ao turned his head, looking straight at the mountain opposite the silver longsword, sliced at an angle.

But if this sword is indeed an illusion, then what’s the situation with this mountain peak? And where does the twisted power coiled around the sword’s body come from?

Moreover, if it’s simply an illusion, why does this sword still exist here after the world’s destruction?

Ultimately, He Ao sighed gently, giving up exploring this silver longsword.

Perhaps he needed a deeper understanding, more thorough control of this world to truly find the answer behind this sword.

It’s a pity though, if these metals and armors could be taken back for the Research Institute to research and reprocess, it might solve the ’weapon’ problem of many martial artists, knight orders, and ordinary transcendent.

The Research Institute might even succeed in replicating this kind of metal.

Compared to intrinsically polluted and maddening transcendent items, these high-strength ’materials’ with no substantial side effects are the best weapons.

Although they lack those eerie, powerful extraordinary abilities, they also lack those risks.

He Ao raised his gaze, looking up at the sky.

Silver-gray brilliance flashed across his vision, and the silver-gray eyeball embedded in the inverted triangle sketched out behind him, the massive pupil like a sword cutting through the curtain, sweeping across the entire heavens.

The essence of the whole world unfolded layer by layer under that gaze.

He Ao again saw the lines constructing the world’s bottom layer, and saw the trace he left last time at the world bottom layer.

The trace was ’shortened’, obviously, this world is also ’self-repairing’, attempting to erase the mark he left.

But the shortened part was not much, less than a tenth of the whole mark, He Ao could paint it again this time, and even add a little.

In theory, He Ao could rely on playing this ’three steps forward, two steps back’ game, bit by bit inscribing the Control Array at the world’s bottom layer.

But it would require using a grinding method, spending a large amount of time.

However, this time, the state of the world’s bottom layer is actually somewhat ’different’ from when he last entered.

He Ao raised his head and looked toward the deepest layer of the entire world.

In that world’s bottom layer, some vague lines were faintly visible among countless permeating lines.

This was not the ’truth’ originally seen through the Eye of Truth but a ’field of view’ gained from the extension of the Wheel of Stars’ power to the Eye of Truth.

These lines seemed related to fate, yet there seemed to be some sort of distinction.

He Ao couldn’t see where they extended from, nor could he see where they connected to.

He only felt as if these lines somehow formed an intangible ’connection’ with him.

This connection was very weak, as fragile as a spider silk that could break at any moment, imperceptible.

But this inexplicable ’connection’ greatly enhanced his ’affinity’ with this world.

He could clearly feel that when he activated the Eye of Truth, the world’s sense of rejection toward him was not as intense.

He Ao settled his mind and once again controlled the power of the Eye of Truth to leave a mark on this world’s bottom layer.

Soon, he left a mark the same length as last time, but this time, he wasn’t immediately kicked out by the Trapped Destiny Plate like before.

He took a deep breath and began to leave a second mark.

——

Ruins

The flickering invisible sword light directly beheaded a giant monster with three heads and six arms, and the invisible shadow swept across the monster’s neck and shoulder-elbow.

The three heads and six arms fell onto the smooth floor like scattered stones, clattering as they landed.

The dazzling electric light coiled around the monster’s body instantly permeated into the monster’s remains, tearing it apart.

Then the electric light dispersed, leaving a hall illuminated by bright lights.

Retracting the Shadowless Sword, He Ao looked up at the bright lights above his head, "So many years have passed, and this light is still on."

"When I came here two hundred years ago, this light was just as bright," Li Cheng also exclaimed, "Sometimes you can really feel the prosperity of the ancient civilization."

This remark struck He Ao, making him suddenly think of the prosperous Martial Arts civilization of the Trapped Destiny Plate, and he sighed softly, "No matter how prosperous, now only ruins remain."

Upon hearing this, Li Cheng glanced up at He Ao.

He knew that ’Hao Yi’ had a deep relationship with the ruins, perhaps this was the sentiment of an orphan in exile after the world’s destruction.

But in fact, at this moment, the real world was facing the same fate as this exiled one.

If the real world were to be destroyed and he survived, he might be even more devastated than the ’Hao Yi’ before him, perhaps unable to control his own reason, becoming a twisted and mutated beast.

At this moment, he found himself never having empathized with ’Hao Yi’ so deeply before, and even the ’barrier’ erected due to guarding against foreign entities melted away significantly at this moment.

He paused, offering no words of comfort to his ’companion,’ knowing that any ’comfort’ would only be superficial, unable to erase that deep inner pain.

Finally, looking at the remains in front of him, he changed the subject, saying, "I feel like this guy has become stronger."

"How so?"

He Ao was drawn to his words.

"Look at this wall."

Li Cheng pointed to the metal wall beside them, where a brand new palm print had been left, from the strange creature with three heads and six arms just now.

The palm print wasn’t deep, about five millimeters, and that monster was close to a B-level being, enough to see the strength of the metal wall.

"I don’t have a clear memory of those previous monsters. I was too weak back then, even facing C-level power felt beyond my comprehension, unable to measure the strength accurately, so I could only vaguely sense the change in these monsters, hazily aware they were stronger."

He continued, looking at He Ao’s gaze, "But this monster is different."

He pointed to the metal wall, which more or less had some marks left, quickly saying, "This monster was the first humanoid creature I encountered, like a Demon God in the stories, so I remember it clearly. It slapped this wall many times but never left any mark on it."

Listening to his words, He Ao stretched out his hand and pressed it against the wall, applying a slight force.

Along with a sharp sound of squeezing deformation, a shallow handprint appeared on the wall.

The depth of this handprint was exactly the same as the one left by the monster, not differing in the slightest.

"One-third weaker than an average B-level, but significantly stronger than C-level."

He Ao’s hand pressed against the wall again, this time lightly pressing and then retracting without continuing to press, "This wall can roughly withstand C-level power, as long as it exceeds average C-level, it can leave a mark."

The average B-level physical fitness should be around two thousand, while this monster’s strength is about one thousand three, with ordinary C-level ranging from three to four hundred, even less than three hundred in some cases.

The maximum strength this wall can withstand should be around three hundred to nearly four hundred.

Even calculating at four hundred, the transformation from four hundred to one thousand three is a threefold change.

He Ao turned his head to look at Li Cheng, "Are you sure?"

"I’m sure,"

Li Cheng had also roughly gauged the power difference He Ao described, pressing the wall to confirm He Ao’s accuracy, even estimating more accurately than he did. He pondered, softly saying, "Its amplification might be slightly larger than other monsters."

"In fact, I think, two hundred years, such amplification is still somewhat normal,"

He Ao lowered his head, looking at the carcass on the ground, speaking softly, "But even so, it still hasn’t become B-level. A C-level monster living two hundred years is a bit much."

The lifespan of exotic beasts in the dungeon world is usually slightly longer than that of same-level C-level Transcendents, but not so enduring, some extreme exotic beasts even have lifespans much shorter than humans.

These monsters weren’t just born two hundred years ago, they were already at this level two hundred years ago and have lived until now.

"And, have you noticed?"

He Ao turned his head to look at Li Cheng, "The ’monsters’ we’ve encountered along the way all seem somewhat familiar to you, only slightly stronger."

This statement stunned Li Cheng for a moment, and he nodded slightly, glancing at the brightly lit hall around him, "It seems like everything here is more or less the same as it was two hundred years ago,"

He paused, speaking slowly, "Actually, there are differences, this place, has become much quieter."

"Yes,"

He Ao sighed, looking behind him, "All along, we haven’t encountered any monsters below C-level, it’s as if those monsters have completely disappeared from this research facility, yet the C-level and above monsters have maintained an astonishing consistency with two hundred years ago, even their territories haven’t changed."

He turned his gaze forward, "But where is there an unchanging ’environment’?"

Li Cheng had once visited Research Institute 196, and after a hundred years of the ruins’ development, when He Ao went there again, the scene was vastly different from what Li Cheng described.

The extraordinary creatures there went through the circle of life, breeding and evolving, and had already iterated into several new versions.