Life Game In Other World
Chapter 342: Divine Inspiration (Please Subscribe, Bookmark, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 342: Chapter 342: Divine Inspiration (Please Subscribe, Bookmark, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Whispers akin to furtive conversations rose by He Ao’s ear.

They were fragmented and delicate, like the hum of mosquitoes in the summer, or the chirping of cicadas beside a pond.

The blood-red that had covered He Ao’s eyes gradually faded away, transforming into a twisted, blood-red sky.

And beneath this sky was a secluded pathway.

He Ao looked around him, at the twisted trees with bark that oozed blood, winding along the path.

This path had a noticeable curve, as if it were an uphill trail.

He Ao looked behind him, where a mist of blood obscured his vision, as well as the way down the mountain.

He lifted his head, looking forward.

The secluded path twisted into a grotesque, dense forest.

The rustling whispers in the forest grew more and more chaotic, like invisible parasites trying to burrow into He Ao’s brain.

Even He Ao began to feel agitated and confused by these chaotic whispers.

He estimated he had entered some kind of twisted secret realm.

He tried to detach himself from this realm, only to find the murmurs by his ear growing stronger as if they sought to completely erode his will and his soul.

But still, He Ao had a bit of resistance to this madness, his will piercing through the intense whispers, gradually connecting with his sleeping body.

He felt the surrounding scenery start to disappear; the blood-colored sky descended, and everything began to turn surreal.

Just as he was about to "wake up," he abandoned the action.

His surroundings became clear again, his feet on the blood-red soil, with noisy and indistinct whispers in his ears.

If it were an ordinary person, they might have already allowed these whispers to flood their mind, plunging into distortion and insanity,

but He Ao felt that he could still resist these whispers a bit.

So he decided to follow this path and continue deeper into the unknown.

The way down was blocked by fog, so He Ao decided to "climb" to see what was above.

When he took the first step, he paused slightly.

"Climbing" did not have the difficulty one would experience in the real world; instead, it felt as easy as going downhill, with a force pulling, oddly effortless.

He Ao’s first step was too strong, nearly causing him to tumble forward.

After a moment of thought, he turned and took a step in the "downhill" direction.

A strong force resisted He Ao’s movement.

"Descending" had the difficulty of an ascent.

In this secret realm, there seemed to be a kind of inversion in what was up or down.

He Ao turned back and looked up the path towards the "mountaintop."

If up and down were reversed, then would reaching the peak mean falling into an abyss?

However, he did not hesitate and continued to step forward.

He Ao did not know how long he had walked; with each step forward, the whispers by his ear grew louder.

Until his brain was filled with twisted, chaotic whispers, every inch of the world was filled with these chaotic sounds, every speck of dust seemed to be whispering.

He looked up, his path no longer blocked by twisted trees, the blood-red soil rising into soaring peaks.

And atop this peak, a gigantic figure encased in armored form covered the entire summit.

This colossal entity remained motionless, as if long dead. Its upper body resembled a human’s, fully enveloped in massive armor. In the armor’s chest region, a weapon seemed to have pierced through, leaving a vast hollow.

Its lower body was made of countless tentacles, extending from the massive armor, twisting atop the peak as if another peak was set atop the mountain.

The tips of these tentacles, however, were not of flesh but rather made up of all kinds of weaponry. These steel arms were connected to vivid flesh, bizarre and fantastical; He Ao even faintly saw ammunition marked with the nuclear symbol on some of the weapons.

But he had no time to observe closely, as the moment he gazed at this colossal being, a deluge of twisted information invaded his mind.

Pain from his soul made him stagger to his knees, clutching his head in agony. His skin writhed as if tentacles were squirming underneath, trying to burst through his skin.

But this information was different from the knowledge brought by the God of Knowledge.

The knowledge of the God of Knowledge was incomprehensible and indescribable, that sort of knowledge would only burst He Ao’s head, without gaining any effective information.

And this time, He Ao didn’t know if it was because his soul had been strengthened, or he had come into contact with deeper Transcendents, or the entity before him simply lacked the ability to encrypt the knowledge anymore.

Among the knowledge that streamed into He Ao’s mind, a part of it was just barely comprehensible.

Along with this knowledge, came chaotic and distorted thoughts.

These thoughts eroded He Ao’s will, twisted his soul, and sought to extend into his body.

He Ao quickly realized that these thoughts likely stemmed from the remnants of that enormous body, seeking to erode his soul and take control of his body.

To return from death.

He Ao quickly sorted through the knowledge he could comprehend, searching for information that could be useful to himself.

Talent Sequence 5: Furious Man

Main ingredient···

Talent Sequence 23: Fighter

Main ingredient···

Talent Sequence 50: Martial Artist

Main ingredient···

Talent Sequence 98: Warrior

Main ingredient····

Talent Sequence 170: Bloodthirsty

Main ingredient····

In that instant, the twisted thoughts surged along that intangible connection, seeking to extend into He Ao’s body.

He Ao suddenly pulled back his thoughts, not having entirely viewed the secret recipe for ’Bloodthirsty,’ but as his mind shifted, catching a fleeting glimpse in the process, he saw the Talent Sequence that followed ’Bloodthirsty,’

Talent Sequence 242: Madman

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His thoughts stuttered, and his consciousness instantly crossed that intangible boundary.

Whispers in his ear abruptly rose, and then suddenly disappeared.

Leaning against the carriage, He Ao’s eyes suddenly opened wide, with the twisted thoughts poised to spread to his body stopped at the last moment.

The world fell quiet in an instant.

Everything was so still.

The vehicle jolted slightly, as if it had passed over a small slope.

This jolt woke He Ao from his chaotic thoughts, and he rubbed his temple.

The moment he returned from that blood-red dream, he felt a strong sensation of panic and palpitations, as if he had just fallen from a great height.

With the vehicle’s shaking and real tactile feedback from his surroundings, he slowly recovered from that palpitation.

That dream did not seem to be a special ability but was more like a ’Divine Inspiration’ formed by coming into contact with some Great Being within the void.

This kind of Divine Inspiration usually has a professional term, ’Divine Revelation.’

Theoretically, a person who has never come into contact with knowledge related to the Transcendent is almost impossible to reach the Transcendent.

But nothing is absolute in life; some people born with a certain ’Talent’ may be more easily entangled in the transcendental world, or even come into contact with Great Beings beyond the void through certain items, and receive the revelation of the Great Beings.

Such people have a higher ’inspiration’ for the Transcendent and the bizarre than ordinary people, and they are also more prone to madness.

Ronald was such a person.

This knowledge was what the old teacher responsible for teaching at Ronald’s camp had told him.

But Divine Revelation is not just about having high inspiration; it also requires a certain special medium, usually items related to the Great Being.

The natural things on Nell’s person were unlikely to be related to any Great Being.

He Ao lowered his head, looking at the broken sword wrapped in cotton clothing in his arms.

At this moment, the broken sword had been revealed from the cotton clothing, exposing the black core of the blade, with faint red luminescence spilling from the core, slowly dissipating.