Life Game In Other World
Chapter 368: The Underground Library (Please Subscribe, Bookmark, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 368: Chapter 368: The Underground Library (Please Subscribe, Bookmark, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

He Ao lifted his head, gazing into the depths of the corridor.

In the silence at the heart of the church, he sensed a certain quiet danger.

Yet the allure was so tempting, like poppies blooming in the dead of night.

After a moment of thought, he turned off the faucet and gently stepped out.

His footsteps were so light they made no sound at all.

Drip... Drip...

The remaining droplets from the faucet fell into the basin of the washroom, making a gentle noise.

At the end of the corridor were two rooms, both doors ajar.

The attraction was emanating from the room on the left; he slowly pushed the door open.

The room was sparsely furnished: a few seats and an altar with a cross.

It appeared to be a small chapel for a few individuals to worship in.

Inside the grand chapel was a smaller chapel.

A nesting doll within another nesting doll.

He Ao looked up, walking past the seats toward the altar-mounted cross.

The source of the attraction came from behind and below the cross.

But behind the cross was a wall.

He Ao walked around the altar to the wall.

Cold moonlight filtered through somewhat dusty glass, casting its glow on the ancient cross.

There shouldn’t be a hidden space behind the wall, just a solitary wall.

He Ao took two steps back, activated his Super Memory, and studied the cross.

The cross itself was unremarkable, revealing no Transcendent properties, and the force drawing He Ao wasn’t emanating from the cross itself.

However, He Ao noticed something else.

He turned off Super Memory, stepped onto the altar, and approached the cross.

This cross was about three meters tall, with a nearly two-meter high crossbeam that Nell, at a height of 1.8 meters, could reach the top of with an outstretched hand.

He Ao touched it and then drew back his hand.

The top surface of the crossbeam was clean, without any dust.

In this small chapel, the glass was dusty, and the floor was not particularly clean, showing signs of neglect for some time, but the top surface of the crossbeam was without a trace of dust.

He Ao focused on the vertical post of the cross, which seemed to have a thin metal plate attached to its back.

After a moment’s thought, He Ao grabbed the vertical post with one hand and the crossbeam with the other, lifting up the cross forcefully.

This cross was not light, weighing roughly three to four hundred pounds, so it was not easy for an average person to lift.

Click—

Accompanied by a crisp sound, the cross seemed to catch on some mechanism, and He Ao let go.

The cross now hovered in place, secured by the metal plate behind it.

He Ao gripped the crossbeam and pulled down hard, rotating the cross 180 degrees counterclockwise, turning it upside down.

Click—

The cross was caught again, and the altar under He Ao’s feet started to shake.

He Ao leaped off the altar.

The absence of dust on the crossbeam suggested that the cross was often turned upside down, with its top becoming the bottom, naturally free from dust.

However, in some views, inverting a cross is considered a renunciation of salvation, a sacrilegious act. In Rock City, a city with a strong religious presence, even if someone guessed the significance of inverting the cross, they might not dare to make such a move.

He Ao was different; he was not religious.

Nell wasn’t religious either.

When a person faces a major setback, they either embrace God completely or turn away from God entirely.

Nell belonged to the latter.

Yet this place of worship for God used a sacrilegious symbol as a means to trigger the mechanism...

The Miners’ Mutual Aid Association seemed not as simple as He Ao had imagined.

The altar beneath the cross moved aside slowly, revealing an inverted triangular opening, with a dark staircase extending from the mouth of the opening deep into the ground.

As He Ao gazed at the staircase, two factory-shaped metal rods extended out from the walls on both sides of the stairs, resembling a pair of handrails.

However, these handrails were rather low. He Ao stepped forward to inspect the metal rods, noticing a recess in the middle that appeared to form some sort of track. This track continued from the metal rods along the walls on both sides of the stairs, and ultimately extended to the darkest depths of the staircase.

He Ao waited for a moment, but no changes occurred at the entrance.

After some thought, he stepped onto the staircase.

The stairway entrance had no lighting, and it was pitch-black in the depths. Nonetheless, with He Ao’s vision, aided by the moonlight, he could barely make out the outermost section of the stairs.

He continued further inside.

The moment his body fully entered the dark stairway entrance, a slight vibration came through, as the altar, which had been moved aside, slowly slid back into place, sealing off all light.

Just as the stairwell plunged into darkness, a light suddenly shone above He Ao’s head.

One by one, more lights lit up in succession, stretching to the end of the stairs.

There, at the end, stood a vivid red door.

This deep stairway seemed to be a passageway to hell, and beyond that red door lay hell itself.

He Ao looked back at the entrance he had come through. At the base of the altar, a dark red emblem faintly emerged.

It was an upside-down triangle with an open eye embedded in its center.

He Ao didn’t recognize this pattern, but by his experience from long-term interaction with his friends, this pattern likely signified an Evil God.

He turned around and continued down the stairs, quickly reaching the vivid red door.

As He Ao touched the door, he faintly heard a sharp wail in his ears, seemingly the lamentation of the dead.

This mournful sound swirled around He Ao’s ears, recounting their fear of death and yearning for life.

However, they just whispered, not daring to attack closely.

He Ao activated Super Memory and in an instant, he noticed the resentful spirits intertwined with the door.

He directed his gaze towards those spirits.

The lamenting spirits paused in their motions. Then one looked at He Ao, seemingly pondering whether he was watching it.

It shifted slightly, and He Ao’s gaze followed its movement.

After confirming that He Ao was indeed watching, it swiftly retreated into the door.

The buzz of noises by He Ao’s ears then disappeared.

He smiled and shook his head, effortlessly pushing open the vivid red door.

What met his eyes was not some gloomy cave but an underground space with a sleek floor and bright lights.

The air carried a slightly stale, musty scent, but it wasn’t too strong.

The space wasn’t large and was lined with row upon row of bookshelves.

This appeared to be an underground library.

He Ao walked up to the first bookshelf, where a label with the number ’Z’ was attached to the side.

He Ao’s eyes rested for a moment on the letter ’Z’, then swiftly moved to the books on the shelf.

These books were not sorted by titles starting with ’Z’ but were rather an assortment of odd and unusual volumes.

That deep allure came from the furthest reaches of the space, but He Ao didn’t continue forward. Instead, he stopped and scanned the volumes on the bookshelves.

He casually picked up a book, ’The Evolution of the Church of the God of Chaos’, flipping through it casually before picking up ’The Dance Ritual of the Witch of Desire: How to Maximally Arouse Your Partner’s Desire’ and giving it a flip as well.

Then, he picked up ’The Structure of the Church of the God of Knowledge’. In truth, he had noticed this book the moment he entered, but he hadn’t immediately chosen it since being too eager might reveal his true thoughts.

He Ao flipped through it, and the book roughly outlined the Church of the God of Knowledge. Unlike conventional churches with clear organizational structures, the Church of the God of Knowledge was more loosely organized; even the priests often didn’t know each other.

The God of Knowledge was quite selective about choosing its priests, leading to typically only one believer of the Church of the God of Knowledge in several cities surrounding it.

Correspondingly, each priest of the Church of the God of Knowledge possessed high combat prowess and held various secret knowledge.

Contrary to the strictness in selecting priests, the God of Knowledge was not as picky with its believers. Even those who were not followers could offer sacrifices to the God of Knowledge and receive the knowledge they desired.

Of course, that was conditional on first establishing communication with the God of Knowledge.

The book specifically mentioned that communicating with the God of Knowledge had a high likelihood of failure, and not every ritual would lead to a connection. Even if successful, the deity might not pay heed to you.

It went on to detail methods for improving the success rate of the communication rituals with the God of Knowledge. He Ao glanced over it and promptly put the book back.

He didn’t particularly need ways to boost the success rate; with his and his good friend’s rapport, his friend was always readily available.

As he returned the book to the shelf, He Ao’s eyes subtly swept over it once more. Most volumes were about the esoteric knowledge of the mysterious.

Eventually, his gaze settled on a yellowed little book. Its title was ’Martial Arts Training Examination in the First District’.