Life Game In Other World
Chapter 180: White Chrysanthemum Dancing in the Wind / Mission Accomplished (Two-in-One Subscription, Bookmark, and Monthly Ticket Request)

Chapter 180: Chapter 180: White Chrysanthemum Dancing in the Wind / Mission Accomplished (Two-in-One Subscription, Bookmark, and Monthly Ticket Request)

"Your Talent Sequence is ’Assassin’, right?" Pena straightened up, stretched out his body, and threw the megaphone on the ground, "Don’t you know that assassins have weak close combat abilities? Idiot."

Five tall men slowly appeared behind Pena, they were the people who had always followed Pena.

The pupils of these five men were scattered, their eyes devoid of luster, as if lively puppets had materialized behind Pena.

"Little guy, owners of different Talent Sequences can actually be paired up," Pena looked at He Ao in front of him, seemingly excited, his smile tinged with a trace of madness, "For example, Talent Sequence 120: Noncommissioned Officer, and Talent Sequence 31: Sergeant."

And almost the moment his voice fell, those five men simultaneously pulled out guns and pulled the triggers at He Ao.

Super Memory, explode!

Mental Disturbance.

The five men fell into a brief state of chaos at the same time but they recovered almost instantly.

By this time, He Ao had already thrust his short sword at Pena.

Pena stepped back as two of the five men quickly drew short knives in a cross-shape to block He Ao’s stab.

He Ao’s feet landed on the ground, retreating half a step, while the Fine Steel Blades in the hands of the two men snapped, sending both flying back several meters.

"Interesting, your Talent Sequence isn’t ’Assassin’?"

Pena watched He Ao and chuckled softly.

At this moment, the three men behind him also pulled their triggers at He Ao simultaneously.

He Ao rolled to the side, evading the direction of these men’s gunfire.

The coordination of the five tall men around Pena was almost seamless, almost as if they were not different people but different parts of a single person.

These men must be Transcendents, perhaps the ’Sergeants’ Pena mentioned.

Talent Sequence 31: Sergeant.

According to the ordering of the Talent Sequence periodic table, F-rank has nine, E-rank has twenty-seven, the last Talent Sequence of E-rank should be 36, this ’Sergeant’ ranked 31 should be an E-rank Talent Sequence.

But the combined strength of the two men who just coordinated was more than just E-rank; to barely block He Ao’s assault, both of their physical abilities must be at least over 130.

He Ao looked at Pena and his five ’Sergeants’, their souls orbiting around Pena, merging with Pena’s soul through some kind of orange light.

They shared mental power, and part of their Transcendent abilities?

This could also explain why these men recovered so quickly from the Mental Disturbance earlier.

The combination of Talent Sequences?

He Ao took a deep breath and grasped the hilt of his sword.

While he was thinking, the five Sergeants and Pena charged at him together, some wielding guns, some holding knives.

Stealth!

He Ao’s figure instantly ’disappeared’ from their view, and when he ’reappeared’, he was already by the side of the five men.

The silver short sword stabbed again at Pena, who was at the center.

Clang—

The thrust was again blocked by two ’Sergeants’.

Of the remaining three ’Sergeants’, one raised his gun to He Ao’s head, while the other two lunged at his chest with their knives.

In that instant, He Ao forcefully pushed back the two men who blocked his sword, then swiftly retreated, dodging the attacks of the remaining three.

At the same time, he began to calculate a combat model in his mind, treating these six people as a whole.

He retreated to a corner and directly downed two vials of dark purple Corpse Flower Solution into his mouth.

Then he charged at them again.

Back and forth, the two sides clashed several times, during which He Ao also took advantage of gaps in the combat to supplement with medicine (Corpse Flower Solution) to recover.

However, each confrontation was extremely brief, sometimes with swords, sometimes with guns, He Ao alternating his attack targets or methods every time to test the squad’s reactions to different situations.

His mental combat model became more and more accurate.

By this time, Pena realized something was off; He Ao’s manner of attacking was too much like probing rather than attacking.

He changed formation directly, pulling two exquisitely crafted daggers from his waist, placing himself at the forefront of the team, and charged at He Ao.

The remaining five Sergeants, two attacked from both sides, two wrapped around to He Ao’s direction of retreat, and the last one stood back with a gun.

The six men instantly formed a deadlock, blocking all of He Ao’s retreat paths.

Pena used himself as bait, regardless of whether He Ao retreated, blocked, or attacked him, the remaining five noncommissioned officers could team up to seriously injure He Ao.

He Ao instantly activated Stealth.

However, Pena’s mental waves erupted at the same time, exposing He Ao.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye; almost in the time it took to blink, Pena appeared in front of He Ao.

With both daggers in his hands, he thrust forward fiercely, aiming at He Ao.

The two daggers encountered no resistance and easily penetrated He Ao’s body.

Only the location was slightly off, piercing into He Ao’s abdomen.

But at that moment, no joy of a successful attack appeared on Pena’s face.

He looked up and saw the youth’s icy gaze.

An abdominal wound was not fatal.

The silver short sword hung in the air, piercing through the body of the noncommissioned officer who had attacked from He Ao’s right, and at the same time, the black handgun crossed over Pena’s shoulder, and with the sound of the gunshot, the noncommissioned officer who had been at the back had his head blown off by a shot.

He Ao’s movements were not reactive; they were positioned to be there, waiting for them to collide into them.

The youth before him had predicted all their moves!

What Talent Sequence is this!?

But Pena had no time to be shocked before He Ao pulled out the short sword, sweeping it towards his neck.

He quickly leaned back, dodging the sweep of the blade and then saw the smile at the corner of the youth’s lips.

The silver light of the blade flashed past, cutting the ’noncommissioned officer’ attacking from the left in half at the waist.

He Ao stepped back violently, breaking free from the dagger Pena had stabbed into his abdomen.

Stealth, activated!

The figure in front of Pena vanished instantly, and the next second, two blood blossoms bloomed before his eyes.

The last two ’noncommissioned officers’ also toppled forward, crashing to the ground.

In total, there were twenty-seven mercenaries; some were killed by grenades, more than a dozen were shot dead by the Gauss sniper rifle before and after, and the remaining few were dealt with by He Ao while Pena was speaking.

These five were Pena’s last men.

Amidst the clash of blades and gunfire, these five men also fell before Pena’s eyes.

Blood oozed profusely from the wound in He Ao’s abdomen; he pulled out the hemostatic needle stored in his combat suit, injected himself, then quickly used a suture device to stitch the wound, taking steps toward Pena.

"Your Talent Sequence isn’t Assassin? What is it exactly?"

Pena, holding his face, asked with a mix of crying and laughing.

"You don’t need to know."

He Ao lifted the short sword once again.

In the perspective of Super Memory, Pena’s current state was somewhat strange; the shadow that symbolized his soul flickered, continuously twisting and changing, gradually losing the shape of a human.

It seemed as if he had lost a part of his soul; originally, this part of the soul should have been attached to the ’noncommissioned officer’, and after the officer’s death, that part of the soul seemed not to have returned to his body, but was directly lost.

A side effect of the Talent Sequence ’Cooperation’?

After that part of the soul went missing, some balance in Pena’s body was broken, resulting in his current twisted state.

"If I can’t live, neither can you!"

Pena suddenly released his hands, revealing his face.

What was once pristine skin now turned into writhing, raw red flesh; his eyelids and lips had disappeared, leaving only round, bulging eyes and exposed neat teeth.

His current appearance was like a skull covered with a layer of writhing flesh and two eyeballs.

A twisted, frantic aura spread out from his body.

Has he gone mad?

Seeing his grotesque face, He Ao did not pause, and the sword pierced through his throat.

Pena’s body stiffened for a moment, slowly falling backward.

However, He Ao did not relax but quickly pulled out the sword and retreated.

He had a vague premonition that something was not right.

The fallen body of Pena suddenly twitched, and strands of flesh, constructed from blood and muscle, extended from his body, entwining the corpses of several ’noncommissioned officers’ lying nearby.

He Ao immediately swung his sword and severed these flesh strands.

But as the strands were cut, they immediately regrew, wrapping up the corpses of the officers and rapidly dragging them toward the spot where Pena lay on the ground.

Meanwhile, some of the offshoots of the flesh strands began to attack He Ao, impeding his advance.

Soon, a twisted creature made up of six bodies, bound together by writhing strands of flesh, appeared in front of He Ao.

Pena’s head was in the center, with the heads of the other five forming a mountain-like arrangement around it.

"Woo~"

Its six heads roared as if celebrating its rebirth.

This has become a serious mess.

He Ao took out a piece of candy from his pocket, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth.

Jack’s daughter gave him four pieces, one of which he ate on the way downstairs, two he deceived that gaunt man in the factory with, leaving only the last one.

Then he took three test tubes from his belt and poured their contents into his mouth.

He had already consumed a few during the fight, and with these three gone, only three remained.

As the cool power surged into his mind, He Ao leaped up and charged toward the twisted monster.

Seeing He Ao rush over, the monster roared again, the twisted contamination trying to seep into He Ao’s mind.

However, the young man was unswayed, his sharp sword glinting as it thrust toward the central head of the creature.

Countless flesh strands wriggled, blocking this attack.

He Ao’s footsteps didn’t stop; he kept up the attack, and Super Memory began reconstructing the model of the monster in his mind.

This monster was the product of Pena’s madness, merging with a ’noncommissioned officer’ and five ’mercenaries’, but its actual combat power was not much higher than the squad Pena had formed before, though it was more integrated and carried the inherent contamination of madness.

But its contamination was not strong, at least far weaker than that of the God of Knowledge and Witch of Desire.

The creature could still be deceived by ’Stealth’ and be stunned by ’Mental Disturbance’, but it could use some keen intuition to predict He Ao’s attacks, thus weakening the effect of Stealth.

And the effect of Mental Disturbance was even less pronounced since the creature had inherited Pena’s mental power and had further enhancements, He Ao could only affect the creature for a moment.

However, through continuous combat, He Ao gradually built up the monster’s combat model, identifying its weaknesses through the creature’s instinctual behaviors.

As time passed, the effect of the Corpse Flower Solution He Ao had consumed began to fade, and he drank the last three vials, but this couldn’t offset his consumption, and he once again entered a Life-Consuming state.

Seeing He Ao weakening, the monster became visibly excited, seemingly with a greedy desire to capture He Ao and make him part of its body.

After once again blocking He Ao’s attack, he retreated a few steps, putting distance between himself and the creature.

He had identified two ’weaknesses’ of the creature.

One was Pena’s original head; when this head was attacked, the creature would protect it at all costs. The other was a vaguely throbbing lump of flesh in the center of the overlapped corpses, which the creature didn’t obviously defend, but each time He Ao aimed an attack nearby, the creature consciously dodged it.

He Ao took a small box from his belt, which did not contain the Corpse Flower Solution but the powder of the Corpse Flower.

The Corpse Flower powder could also be consumed directly, but its effects differed from the solution; the solution continuously replenished the loss of mental strength without breaching the original mental capacity and had no side effects.

The powder, on the other hand, would extract the life force from the body to replenish the soul. The advantage was that the mental power replenished in this way could greatly exceed the original limit in a short time; the downside was quite simple, it could be fatal.

Depending on this box of Corpse Flower powder, as well as the life force extracted from his body, He Ao’s mental power should increase enough to briefly stun the monster with Mental Disturbance.

But the stun would likely only give him time for one full-strength strike.

That is to say, he only had one chance.

As the twisted body of the creature attacked again, He Ao, without any hesitation, poured the entire box of Corpse Flower powder into his mouth.

Mental Disturbance, explode!

The twisted colossus instantly stiffened on the spot. He Ao raised his short sword and leaped forward.

The sharp blade pierced through the central head of the creature, through its body, until it penetrated the beating lump of flesh at the heart of its form.

If it’s uncertain, then just destroy both weaknesses at once.

At that moment, the effect of the Mental Disturbance slowly dissipated.

He Ao felt his body rapidly weakening, the fatigue from his life force being drained away.

The twisted monster writhed furiously, flinging He Ao from its form.

Layers of terrifying roars came one after the other.

The monster gazed at He Ao, its body writhing madly, yearning to devour the already weak and weary He Ao.

Eventually, it stopped halfway, its body tipping forward, disintegrating into six different corpses.

Pena’s body rolled to a stop beside the flower stand.

He Ao stepped forward and pulled the short sword from his skull.

"Don’t... live..."

A hoarse voice emerged from his mouth, now missing its skin; he extended his hand, seemingly trying to grasp at He Ao.

Despite such severe damage, he still retained a shred of reason.

Pfft——

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh suddenly rang out.

Blood glowing with an orange hue sprayed out, staining the pistils of the white chrysanthemums red.

The flowing evening breeze brushed past the young man’s cheeks, as the frail white chrysanthemums danced in the moonlight.

A playing card fluttered down onto Pena’s remains, the King of Hearts.

He Ao lifted the sword, struggling to support himself.

Hurried footsteps came from the alley, and He Ao slowly lifted his head.

——

Gana painfully climbed over the bricks that had collapsed and blocked the alley, entering the small square bathed in the dim glow of streetlamps.

The dark crimson of blood dyed the old stone slabs a dreary color.

Just looking at the corpses strewn all over the ground, Gana could imagine the kind of cruel and bloody battle that had taken place here.

And just as he was about to cross the alley, an arm seized his ankle.

"Save... me..."

That was a man whose garments and cheeks were completely soaked in blood, his lower half was nowhere to be seen, and his upper body was struggling to crawl with the support of his arms.

Gana naturally recognized the man.

Pena’s chauffeur, Pena’s favored man, the one who had once hit his face with a hand, humiliating him.

He looked at the man, drew his pistol, and blew off the man’s head with a single shot.

Then he shook off the man’s hand and walked to the edge of the flower stand, where he found Pena’s body, now twisted beyond recognition.

He drew his gun and fired a few more shots into the corpse.

Then he holstered his pistol and ran off into the deep night, screaming in apparent panic as he ran, "Murder! Murder!"

"Cough cough..."

He Ao emerged from the shadows, propped himself up with the short sword; his body had grown even weaker, his face thinner, and the previously stitched wounds were now bleeding again profusely.

He had now figured out the reasons behind Avis Machinery Factory; the Avis Group’s desire to gain undue supernormal profits by altering the service life of mechanical arms, treating workers’ lives as expendable costs, was the main reason.

Pena’s handling of the factory operations, his indifference to accidents, and the oppression of Joey’s parents were secondary reasons.

"Greed and oppression..."

[Ding——]

[Mission Completed]

[Evaluating mission performance...]

[Will return to the original world in 90 seconds]

[Return Immediately (90)]

He Ao’s bracelet vibrated, signaling the alarm he had set.

He lifted his head to look at a giant television screen atop a distant high-rise.

The television, which had been broadcasting a girl group’s song and dance, flickered suddenly.

Then the entire television screen switched to a room with a pristine white background.

A figure draped in a hood, donning a black and white sinister smiling mask, stood at the center of the room.