Life Game In Other World
Chapter 353: Spread of Contamination (Long - Please Subscribe, Bookmark, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 353: Chapter 353: Spread of Contamination (Long Chapter Please Subscribe, Bookmark, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Eisen lived on the twelfth floor.

Compared to where Nell and Yoen lived, his building was relatively nice, with only eight units per floor.

In the building where Nell lived, there were thirty-four households on each floor, each crammed into a small and tight room.

Eisen’s apartment number was 1208, the one at the very end of the corridor.

The building had a smart access control system. You could enter the apartment number you wished to visit, and it would automatically connect to the homeowner, who could decide whether or not to open the door based on their preset visitation rules.

Generally, the homeowner would remotely check out the visitor before deciding whether to let them in.

After He Ao entered Eisen’s apartment number, the screen on the access control device in front of him flickered, displaying a dark scene.

"Who... are you?"

A husky voice slowly emerged, and something vaguely luminous appeared deep within the screen – it seemed to be an eye bloodshot with veins.

He Ao was already prepared with an identity, "The boss sent me to find you."

"Fine."

To He Ao’s surprise, the person on the other side did not ask any further questions to verify his identity. After the voice on the screen responded, there was a soft click and the access control was unlocked.

He Ao’s identity was not actually false, for among the Ice Wolf Gang underlings he had ’asked for directions,’ there was indeed someone who had been ordered by the gang’s boss to visit Eisen.

Because Eisen hadn’t been seen for several days, and nobody had been able to contact him.

He Ao reached out to push the access control’s gate.

"Hehe"

The moment he touched the gate, a sharp, effeminate giggle like that of a young boy echoed in He Ao’s ears.

He Ao ignored the giggle, pushed the door open, and continued inside.

The corridor was brightly lit, yet it was so eerily quiet that it was unsettling.

He Ao walked straight to the entrance, where he illuminated the elevator button.

After entering the elevator, his finger paused slightly as he was about to press the button for the twelfth floor.

With the enhancement of his physical abilities, his vision had improved too. It seemed the elevator had just been cleaned. Most of the floor buttons were spotless, with only a few overlapping fingerprints.

However, the button for the twelfth floor was covered with a dense mass of fingerprints.

Many people had come to visit the twelfth floor.

He Ao pondered this as his hands continued to move quickly, pressing the elevator button. The elevator ascended swiftly, reaching the twelfth floor in no time.

Apartment 1208, where Eisen lived, was at the very end of the hallway, necessitating a walk past the other units on the floor.

As He Ao passed each door, he unexpectedly found that all the doors on this floor were either ajar or slightly open.

Some were dark behind the door, others lit but with no sign of activity, all surrounded by a weird silence.

It was as if the occupants of these rooms had all hurried off to do something and would be right back.

He Ao’s gaze swept over these doors. Through the crack of one, he could see the wall where the newlyweds had hung their fresh wedding photo.

In the corner of his eye, He Ao sensed someone watching him from the shadows, but he paid it no heed and kept walking to the end.

The door at the end of the hallway was closed tight.

He Ao looked up at the number on the door, 1208.

The golden number reflected a faint crimson under the lights of the corridor.

Thump—thump—thump—

He knocked on the door.

Click—

A pale man opened the door, one hand covering his right eye and the other pulling open the door, and said softly, "Come in."

The room was lit with dim light as He Ao stepped over the threshold and walked in.

His gaze fell on the source of the dim light, a yellowish floor lamp covered with a layer of red gauze.

Bang—

The open door slammed shut abruptly.

The man who had been walking in front had somehow moved behind He Ao without notice, his hoarse voice slowly rising, "There’s a bit of a problem with the lights at home that I haven’t had the chance to fix yet. Would you like some coffee?"

As he spoke, he didn’t wait for He Ao to respond and leisurely walked toward the kitchen.

He Ao watched his retreating figure, noticing his movements were somewhat uncoordinated. Normally people move with their heads leading their bodies, but Eisen’s steps seemed as though his head and body were moving forward separately, merely synchronized together.

He Ao swept his gaze around the room.

The entire room was decorated very simply, with only a sofa, a coffee table, and cabinets tightly against the walls.

All the walls were covered with rough, dark wallpaper, reflecting uneven light.

He Ao reached out and touched the wall, feeling a bit moist.

He walked up to the only sofa.

The sofa was covered with all sorts of photos, featuring various people sitting on the sofa with a very dim background. All the people in the photos had one thing in common.

Their photos included only the lower half of their bodies, while the upper parts with their heads were cut off.

These headless bodies in the photos piled together as though they had merged into one another.

"Here, have some coffee."

Eisen approached, his right eye covered by a gauze, holding a cup of dull coffee and stirring continuously with a teaspoon.

He Ao looked up at him, did not take the coffee, but raised his bracelet, showing photos of Big Brother and Second Sister, "Have you seen them?"

Eisen visibly paused upon seeing the two photos and then hoarsely said, "Come, drink the coffee, and afterward I’ll tell you."

"Is it possible," He Ao tilted his head and stared at him calmly, "that I’m not here to negotiate with you?"

Eisen, holding the coffee, stiffened, and the hand stirring the coffee also stopped midway.

A drop of wet liquid fell on He Ao’s cheek. He looked up, and under the dim yellow light, he saw a series of pained faces.

Where there should have been a chandelier, suspended were twisted and agonized heads, their eyes gouged out, the bloody sockets staring straight at He Ao.

Blood dripped onto He Ao’s cheek.

Amongst these people, He Ao saw the newlywed couple from the wedding photo he had glimpsed earlier.

"Fix the lights... fix the lights..."

The hoarse muttering came by He Ao’s ear. The previously pale Eisen suddenly burst forth, splashing the cup of coffee in He Ao’s direction.

So, this guy had made his ’lights’ out of his neighbors?

He Ao lunged forward, dodging the splash of coffee. A strong smell of blood reached him, and under the dark coffee were thick blood and a wriggling eyeball.

The eyeball floated in mid-air, shooting towards He Ao.

He Ao raised his hand and with a sword split the eyeball cleanly in two.

"Fix the lights... fix the lights..."

Eisen’s head rolled off from his body and then floated in the air, the gauze on his right eye fell, revealing an empty, bloody eye socket.

"Fix the lights... fix the lights..."

The agonized heads hung from the ceiling also twistedly screamed, these screams carrying a certain madness, invading He Ao’s mind.

Eisen’s headless body, no one knows from where, pulled out two daggers and charged at He Ao.

His feet were finely adhered to the ground, as though they had fused with the entire house.

The walls around started to undulate violently.

The rough wallpaper that He Ao had just touched seemed not to be wallpaper but walls made of some sort of flesh; the cabinets leaning against these walls moved, transforming into writhing tentacles.

The entire house seemed to have become the body of some monster, and He Ao was now inside this beast.

"Fix the light... Fix the light..."

The intense mutterings echoed in the space, and those eyeless heads hanging above He Ao’s head also opened their mouths, biting at He Ao.

He Ao dodged to the side, and only then could he see clearly that these heads were not floating in mid-air, but were suspended from the ceiling by very fine threads of flesh.

It was the same with Eisen’s head.

Just then, a hand suddenly reached out from the undulating wall, grabbing at his shoulder. More and more arms extended from the wall, a dense mass reaching for He Ao.

He Ao stepped forward, avoiding these arms, and looked up at the multitude of heads flying densely in the sky.

All the threads hanging the heads were connected near the chandelier in the center of the ceiling, which was the only thing in the entire house that was against the wall and hadn’t turned to flesh.

Grasping the swords in his hands, he leaped, stepping on these heads to reach the roof.

He stabbed one sword diagonally into the flesh of the ceiling, securing his body, then slashed the chandelier; as the plastic cover was split, a heart that squirmed and throbbed like a lightbulb was revealed before He Ao’s eyes.

As He Ao stared at this heart, the mutterings in his ears instantly intensified.

A distorted face appeared on the heart, it was Eisen’s face. He looked at He Ao, who was hanging from the ceiling, mumbling, "Fix the light... Fix the light..."

"Gone mad?"

He Ao’s brows twitched.

That’s right, it would be strange not to go mad in such a situation.

He activated Super Memory, and through its perspective, numerous twisted Phantom Shadows gathered behind the heart.

They were all the people who had been killed in this house.

There were not only Eisen’s neighbors but also some strong-looking members of the Ice Wolf Gang who seemed to be gang members who came to find Eisen.

Eisen’s Phantom Shadow was also mixed in among them.

Once anyone entered this house, they never came out again.

This madness, it should be curable.

He Ao pondered for a moment, while slashing the heads flying toward him, he also mobilized the power of Super Memory.

Mental Disturbance can affect the Soul.

A massive impact hit the chaotic Phantom Shadows, tearing Eisen’s fragmented Soul out.

For a moment, the face on the heart regained sanity. It looked at He Ao, panic-stricken, and said, "Save me, I want to live..."

He Ao lifted his bracelet, once again displaying the photos of Big Brother and Second Sister, "Do you recognize these two people?"

"I do," the face on the heart trembled as it spoke, "Before, the boss had me go capture them, to interrogate them about the whereabouts of something important."

"And then?" He Ao casually chopped off a flying head, calmly watching him, "Tell the truth."

"Then..." The heart looked at He Ao’s face covered in blood, deeming He Ao at this moment even more terrifying than himself, this crazy monster. He trembled and spoke, "We interrogated them for a long time and got nothing out of them, so the boss ordered us to dispose of them..."

He Ao’s hand holding the dagger suddenly tightened.

"Please, save me, save me, I don’t want to die... I want to live..."

The chaotic Soul once again tore at Eisen’s Soul, his cheeks gradually twisted in agony.

"My elder brother and my second sister, they too wanted to live."

He Ao clasped the sword in his hand and pierced the writhing heart with a stab, a torrent of blood splattering, covering his body.

The entire room began to shake violently as the writhing flesh started to lose control.

He Ao pulled the sword out from the ceiling and landed on the ground, cleaving through the chaotic squirming flesh, leaving the room.

That sense of being watched came again; He Ao turned his head and saw the slightly ajar door of room 1206 next to 1208 slowly open.

A boy in white pajamas peeked out, cautiously watching He Ao, a seemingly broken old night light clutched in his hand,

"Brother, is the monster dead?"

"The one inside is dead,"

He Ao turned away, not looking at the boy, as if to continue towards the elevator.

"I see."

The boy lowered his head, the corners of his mouth curving into a slight smile.

Two tentacles covered in eyes emerged from his back, reaching out bit by bit, then ferociously attacking forward.

Just then, a piercing pain came from his heart, and the bloodied tip of the sword pierced through his chest.

"The one outside is not."

He Ao pulled out the dagger and sheathed it at his waist, the boy’s facial expression freezing on his face as he fell forward to the ground.

The boy’s back was hollowed out, except for where the heart was, filled with countless eyes.

He Ao looked towards the room; the gathering souls were already starting to dissipate. The pained heads in the sky fell to the ground, their gaze fixed on He Ao, the corners of their mouths seemingly etched with grateful, relieved smiles.

He Ao shifted his gaze away, picked up the damaged night light that the boy had grasped tightly from the ground, and with a slash, a dark heart shining with a red glow was revealed.

This night light, like He Ao’s Ancient Sword, was connected to an unknown Divine Being.

But the person who came into contact with this night light did not have He Ao’s strong resistance to Mental Disturbance and completely fell into the madness of a monster.

He Ao did not know if it was Eisen who stumbled upon those deeper secrets or if it was the boy who had died, but ultimately, they all turned into twisted madness.

As He Ao cut open the night light, it seemed as though the red light gathered and merged into his twin swords.

The material of these two swords was quite ordinary, but due to the enhancement from the dark hearts within, they were a bit sharper and more durable than regular swords, which is why He Ao kept them.

With the infusion of the red light, He Ao swung the swords, and they seemed to grow stronger.

His gaze swept over the night light on the ground; someone was deliberately spreading these items related to Divine Beings, spreading madness.

He Ao sheathed his swords and entered room 1206. The room was relatively intact, and he meticulously washed the bloodstains from his body in the bathroom.

Then he left the room, throwing the bloodied, damaged windbreaker at the doorway of room 1208, walked to the end of the corridor, and pressed the elevator button.

A pitch-black metal sphere rolled to the doorway of room 1208, landing on the blood-stained windbreaker.

Beep, beep, beep—

A basic red light glimmered atop it.

As He Ao exited the building’s entrance, a fierce explosion resounded in the sky.

The twisted flesh could not be allowed for ordinary people to see—it could spread the corruption.

He Ao touched his waist where he kept high-explosive grenades bought from the Wanderer Camp; now, one grenade was missing.

He bought a domed top hat from a street vendor and placed it on his head.

At that moment, everyone was drawn to the intense explosion, and He Ao’s wanted poster flashed across the large screen of the nearby mall.

His figure vanished at the end of the street.