Life Game In Other World
Chapter 371: The War of the Great Being (Double-Length - Please Subscribe, Bookmark, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 371: Chapter 371: The War of the Great Being (Double-Length Chapter Please Subscribe, Bookmark, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

He Ao’s gaze swept over the woman without leaving a trace before returning to the bookshelves.

The woman’s eyes were covered by a light veil, and she did not direct her speech towards He Ao, which made it very likely that she was already blind.

He Ao was not surprised by the woman’s appearance. In fact, he had known that someone must have been quietly observing him from behind the scenes ever since the secret passage entrance had slammed shut as soon as he entered it.

After all, this underground library was guarded so meticulously that it was obviously an important area, and implementing remote surveillance would not be difficult.

Simply installing a monitoring device on the innermost door would suffice.

When He Ao had been searching for information with his bracelet, he was actually also checking the network.

Where the network extended, modern technology could reach.

However, upon seeing that this woman was blind, He Ao realized that his previous speculation might have been slightly off; this woman must be using something else as her ’eyes,’ such as the resentful spirits at the entrance.

But ultimately, the woman must have noticed He Ao long ago—when he entered the staircase, the altar above had closed automatically. He Ao had examined it closely and found no automatic sensors around, so someone must have been operating it from behind the scenes.

In a certain sense, this was an ’invitation’ for He Ao to proceed deeper.

The problem was, this ’invitation’ was not very ’polite.’

A normal ’invitation’ would involve the host coming out to greet their guest upon arrival, to show goodwill.

But the ’host’ of this underground library remained hidden in the depths of the library and had not come forward, nor had they even made a sound.

If the other party did not welcome He Ao, they would have sealed the altar as soon as the mechanism was activated or simply closed the deep crimson door, directly ’refusing’ He Ao.

This friend-or-foe attitude gave He Ao an involuntary sense of crisis. After all, on his first official Copy World, he had nearly died at the hands of the Dancing Girl, who similarly ’attracted’ him.

Therefore, he did not proceed straight towards the direction that attracted him, as he had done before, but rather walked with stops and starts.

If he were to charge in recklessly and be greeted not by a warm welcome but by a fiery trap, that would be quite awkward.

He did not close the door behind him, and he stood at the edge of the bookshelves so that he could rush out anytime. The altar was not heavy, and with a charge, he could smash his way out.

As he paused in front of each bookshelf, he would activate his Super Memory to survey his surroundings for traps.

At the slightest rustling, he would be ready to make a run for it.

The reason he had not bolted right from the start was that the books on these shelves were truly alluring, he was genuinely curious, and, on his way here, he had not found any obvious traces of traps.

If the other party’s traps could not be detected even by Super Memory, then it would not matter much whether He Ao ran or not.

Actually, several times, He Ao wanted to just rush in, damn the torpedoes, and have a face-off with the person in the deepest part.

But he restrained himself every time.

His nature was not so impulsive, which led him to suspect that the ’warrior’ was influencing his personality.

Transcendents, while using their Talent Sequences, are also influenced by them.

This whole approach had actually been a silent game of wits with the woman.

Whoever took the initiative to approach the other first would seem weaker in momentum.

Of course, from the very beginning, He Ao had never intended to actively seek out the target at the deepest part of the library.

After passing this D-shaped bookshelf, he would not proceed to the ones behind it, but instead, he would turn around and make a beeline for the exit.

He would figure out a way to inquire about the other party outside.

If the other party had indeed set up traps deeper inside, these bookshelves laden with various rare books were bait to lure the curious cat into the trap.

After all, anyone who could feel their way to this place and discover the mechanism must be exceedingly curious.

But as a qualified prey, He Ao knew very well that he could leave after consuming most of the bait.

Just like a wise fish would eat most of the bait off the hook, then leave the empty hook to the fisherman.

Thus, in this game of chess, He Ao would not lose no matter what.

If the other party intended to harm him and had set traps in the deepest part, he would consume the bait and then escape.

If the other party did not mean to harm him and merely wanted to warn him off for some reason, He Ao’s actions would force them to come out and meet him.

Of course, the other side could keep up the pressure and simply not come out to meet He Ao.

In that case, having gained the knowledge on the bookshelves, He Ao would suffer no loss.

Actually, as soon as He Ao had discovered this underground library, the other party had fallen into a passive position.

From the layout of the library, it seemed the other party had not considered the possibility of an outsider breaking in. Apart from the resentful spirits on the door, there was hardly any defense setup.

However, this line of thought was quite reasonable in a city heavy with religious atmosphere, who would mess around with a 300-pound cross in the corner of a secluded chapel in an obscure little church?

But from the beginning until now, the other party had not launched an attack on He Ao, so He Ao was unclear whether the other was friend or foe.

It wasn’t until the other party fully revealed herself that He Ao let his guard down completely.

He ran his hand over the spines of the books on the shelf and asked softly, "Do you have any recommended books?"

At the same time, he activated his Divine Sense to scan the woman beside him.

The woman’s energy was abnormally strong; his usually infallible Divine Sense was now obscured by that dense energy, preventing a clear view of the movement of energy within the woman’s body.

Increasing the use of Divine Sense should have allowed for a clear view, but Divine Sense was a consumable and He Ao had only three of them. After using it for so long, the first was already more than half depleted.

He did not continue to increase the power of Divine Sense to probe the woman, instead, he withdrew it.

Actually, based on the current situation, he had already roughly guessed the woman’s strength.

Divine Sense could easily penetrate even a C-level top Berserker, so if it could not see through her, it could only mean that the woman’s strength was even greater than that of a Berserker.

B-level!

And she was a powerful being among B-levels.

This was his second time being so close to a real B-level, the recently advanced Enode was probably far inferior to the beautiful blind woman in the wheelchair beside him.

He Ao’s heart grew cold, but the powerful body control of a ’warrior’ did not cause him to make any unexpected moves; he still maintained the appearance of picking out books.

Although the B-level big shot beside him was a blind woman, he did not know whether she had other ’eyes’.

The waters of Rock City were getting deeper and deeper.

In such a small city, B-level should be the highest pillar.

Judging by the combat strength of the commander of the City Defense Army, Rock City might have only one or two B-levels in total.

Yet, he had encountered one here.

"Do you have any knowledge you wish to learn about?" the beautiful woman asked softly.

Her eyes shifted from facing behind He Ao to facing He Ao, seemingly locating based on sound.

The two tacitly skipped over the recent silent contest of wits.

"I am thinking..." He Ao touched the hilt of his sword at his waist, pondering, "are there any books about the death of Divine Beings?"

"Great Beings seldom fall into the peril of death, in their most dangerous times, they are often sealed by other Great Beings. It is very difficult to kill them," the beautiful woman said slowly, "but there is actually a book about the death of Great Beings here; I wonder if it’s what you’re looking for."

She waved her hand lightly, and the first book on the shelf slowly popped out.

He Ao looked at the title of the book, "The Origin of the Great Storm."

"Is the Great Storm related to the death of a Divine Being?"

He Ao, while mentally simulating the optimal escape routes in case the other party made a sudden move, reached out to pick up the book.

With his current strength, he could take on C-level, and with the addition of Divine Sense and Super Memory, he could try his luck with a newly advanced B-level, but he had no confidence whatsoever against such a powerful and established B-level.

"To be precise, it is related to the war with the Great Beings."

The woman seemed quite friendly, patiently answering each of He Ao’s questions.

The Great Storm disrupted all oceanic routes of the Original Federation, engulfing the sea in tumultuous storms for centuries, completely isolating the current Federation from the other major districts of the Federation.

Even with the technology of the current Federation, it is impossible to break through the Storm Sea to take a look at those lost lands.

Some believe that the First District still exists and that its technology is advancing faster than that of the current Federation, soon to pierce through the Storm Sea and reconnect with the current Federation.

Others are skeptical, doubting whether the other major districts of the Original Federation have already been destroyed in the Great Storm, with only the Second District, which is the current Federation, being preserved for some reason.

People with various opinions argued endlessly, while the Federation government merely watched in silence.

However, as time passed, the number of people concerned about the Original Federation was dwindling.

He Ao opened the book, the pages within were exceptionally soft and seemed to be made of a type of specially treated sheepskin.

The book began without any preamble, diving directly into history.

The book was thick, but its content was sparse, and the characters used to record the content were an ancient script filled with a sense of history, which He Ao had seen when he had obtained the recipe for the ’Collector’s Secret Medicine.’

Although He Ao couldn’t understand the script, he was able to naturally comprehend its meaning.

"This is Denis script," the beautiful woman sitting in the wheelchair explained slowly, sensing the doubts in He Ao’s mind. "It originated from an ancient ’angel’ observing Great Beings and was created by them. This script can record the mysterious and possesses a natural effect for rituals. Those who read it can instantly understand its meaning without recognizing it."

Naturally having a ritual effect, I wonder if it could replace the Ritual Array; perhaps one day I will be able to simply shout in Denis script and communicate with my good friends, truly achieving being able to call upon them anytime.

However, my good friends seem to be getting more and more irritable.

Setting aside the distractions in his mind, He Ao continued to read the book in his hands.

The content of the book was simple; it described how during approximately the ninth to the tenth year of the Original Federation, some unspeakable object fell onto this planet.

Great Beings who resided outside of space-time descended here, resulting in a tremendous godly battle.

Wave after wave of distorted, agonized calls echoed in He Ao’s mind. As he delved deeper into his reading, he felt as if he were present on the battlefield of Divine Beings, watching those Great Beings outside space-time fighting against each other.

He could not observe the shapes and shadows of those Great Beings, but the remnants of their battle invaded his mind as twisted and chaotic spiritual wills.

In that moment, his brain buzzed as if he had lost control over his body.

Two streams of bright red blood tears flowed down from his eyes.

This should be the perfect opportunity for a surprise attack.

He Ao kept his body still, quietly waiting for a while.

Yet nothing happened.

The beautiful woman calmly remained seated in her wheelchair, appearing as if she saw nothing.

Has she seen through it all?

Or does she truly not wish to act? Is she truly a good person?

He Ao withdrew his mind and continued to flip through the book, feeling an indistinct sense of imbalance and unease that he couldn’t pinpoint.

The book did not detail the specifics of the godly battle, only mentioning that it was a war in which only Great Beings participated and that it ended with the death of the War God and another unnamed Great Being.

The unspeakable object that the Great Beings were contending over seemed extremely important to the War God; the War God appeared to be the most proactive.

The book recounted that Venus, the God of Order, Grim Reaper, and Eternal Light besieged the War God. After the War God’s death, these four Great Beings, too, were injured and left immediately. The war ended, and the unspeakable object vanished without a trace.

He Ao carefully reviewed the book’s content and found something intriguing: whilst the purpose of the godly battle mentioned in the book was to wrest away something, in reality, the battle ended after killing the War God and the other unnamed Divine Being.

The remaining Divine Beings did not continue to fight over that object but left directly, seemingly indifferent to it.

Either after the War God’s death, that object simply disappeared, and all the Divine Beings returned empty-handed.

Or it was all a ploy targeting the War God from the start.

Perhaps it was both.

He Ao put aside these thoughts and continued reading.

The latter half of the book analyzed the impact and aftermath of the godly war. The battle disturbed space-time, and the residual power of the Great Beings triggered a Great Storm that would not subside for centuries.

However, the book did not mention whether the Great Storm had destroyed other districts, or why the Second District remained unharmed amidst the Great Storm formed by Divine Power.

In the last section, it described what happened to the War God.

After the War God died, his body fell into the distorted space-time near the planet. Under the influence of the War God’s corpse, a new place with rules different from the normal world was born within that space, named Wittel Grand Canyon, signifying Reversed Canyon.

And with that, the book abruptly ended.

He Ao always felt that this book had a continuation, but unfortunately, the one in his hands did not.

After finishing the book, He Ao felt his head buzzing. It seemed as if whispers were coming from all around—above the ceiling, below the floor, within the ceiling light, whispering voices everywhere in the world.

These whispers were sometimes rational, sometimes gentle, sometimes enchanting, sometimes chaotic—like tiny ants crawling over He Ao’s soul, nibbling away at it bite by bite.

At the same time, a sense of irritability from the ’warrior’ also surged in his heart, driving him mad with the desire to tear everything apart.

Just then, a somewhat cold hand grasped He Ao’s wrist.

He Ao stiffened, but made no move.

A sensation as refreshing as menthol candy spread from the hand that grasped his wrist, calming the restlessness in his body and the chaos in his soul.

He Ao felt as if he had instantly moved from a noisy market to a quiet music room, and the entire world quieted down.

Although these emotions and contaminations did not truly affect him, he still lowered his head and whispered, "Thank you."

"It’s okay," the woman said softly, "Your body can’t handle the contamination from the next book."

"All right."

He Ao glanced at her and nodded gently, he closed the book in his hand and looked at the author’s name on the cover,

Historian.

Actually, he had been somewhat puzzled from the very start; this book recorded the God Wars, and according to the accounts within, it was a battle where gods themselves entered the fray, a war only involving divine beings, yet the author wrote as if he had been present at the scene.

He looked at the woman before him and asked softly, "Is the author some historian?"

The woman shook her head and said softly, "Talent Sequence 157: Historian, B-level, after paying a certain price, the Historian can ’see’ history."

Even the God Wars could be reviewed, this ability seemed a bit preposterous.

Once reaching B-level, it seemed the abilities of Transcendents became enigmatic.

However, to review the God Wars, the sacrifice paid by this Historian must have been quite high; he might have even given himself as part of it.

To seek the truth of history, had he sacrificed his life?

He Ao put the book back on the shelf and shook his head gently. Perhaps this Historian was still alive and well somewhere.

"Dawn is approaching, let me take you out,"

the beautiful woman beside him said softly.

This was essentially sending off a guest. After all, she was a B-level big shot. He Ao had always been a law-abiding good citizen. He nodded gently, "Okay."

The beautiful woman maneuvered her electric wheelchair. Side by side, they walked forward. He Ao glanced at the surrounding bookshelves and casually asked, "Do the Old Foreman and his group often come here?"

This was inquiring about the relationship between the beautiful woman, the Old Foreman, and the Miners’ Mutual Aid Association.

"The Old Foreman hasn’t discovered this place."

The woman still maintained her cool voice as she softly replied.

The answer only mentioned the Old Foreman, none others.

Either other members of the Miners’ Mutual Aid Association had once conceived of this underground library, or the beautiful woman had only encountered the Old Foreman.

But through her answer, the beautiful woman was also telling He Ao that she knew the Old Foreman, reassuring him.

He Ao said no more; the two reached the stairs.

He Ao was about to ask if this wheelchair-bound big shot needed assistance when he saw two sets of wheels extend from the beautiful woman’s wheelchair, embedding themselves into tracks on either side of the wall, which then lifted the wheelchair, moving her along the wall tracks toward the outside.

He Ao looked back at the underground library. He always felt that it contained certain secrets.

The situation in Rock City was becoming more and more complex. He shook his head and followed the staircase upwards, leaving the passage behind.

The heavy altar once again sealed the entrance.

A certain undead crawled out from the crimson gate, poking its head around. It took a sigh of relief upon finding that He Ao had already left down the corridor.

Snap—

The crimson door was fiercely shut from inside. The little undead sat among those on the door, continuing its mournful weeping.

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By the time He Ao stepped out of the passage, the morning light had already shone through the glass onto the heavy cross.

Without realizing it, he had spent so much time in the underground library.

He read at a slightly faster rate than normal without utilizing his Super Memory to memorize directly, so it was normal for the pace to be slightly slower.

With a soft click, the cross automatically twisted back into the correct orientation.

He Ao turned to the beautiful woman seated in the wheelchair and said softly, "I haven’t asked your name yet. My name is Nell."

"Elijah."

The woman’s voice remained cool; she nodded slightly, "Your brother seems to be looking for you. I have some things to attend to, so I’ll take my leave."

With that, she controlled the wheelchair and exited through a side door.

At that moment, there was a loud call from outside, "Nell? Nell? Brother, snot ball, where are you?"

He Ao: ?