Life Game In Other World
Chapter 485: Divine Sense Surges (Extra Large - for Monthly Votes)

Chapter 485: 485: Divine Sense Surges (Extra Large Chapter for Monthly Votes)

After descending another four or five meters, He Ao reached the end of the long staircase.

The ground beneath his feet was still a steel plate surface.

This place should not have been the very bottom of the entire machinery yet.

The surrounding fog had grown even denser, and the "Qi" swirling in the air had also become more abundant.

This mist still flowed in one direction.

The fog on the previous floor had also flowed in a certain direction. Leaning against the staircase, He Ao estimated that the direction of the fog flow on both levels was the same.

These mists containing ’Qi’ seemed to be escaping during the ’production’ process, and since they had not leaked out of the machinery, there was most likely a device within the machinery to collect this fog.

And this device was likely to lead to the deepest part of the machinery.

He Ao gripped his short sword and continued walking in the direction of the flowing fog.

He had only taken a few steps when he spotted a vague shadow lying on the ground ahead.

Approaching, he found it to be a ’glass container’ that had fallen over.

The container was already broken, and the pipes connecting to it were nowhere to be seen, only a young man with his eyes tightly shut as if he had just fallen asleep lay inside the container.

His chest no longer rose and fell.

He Ao activated Super Memory and glanced at the young man, seeing a faint soul that was about to completely fade away.

But this soul had not dissipated completely; instead, it seemed to be anchored onto the young man’s husk by some force.

He Ao’s brows furrowed slightly, and he crouched down to look at the young man’s body.

And in that instant, the young man’s tightly closed eyes suddenly burst open, and a claw wrapped in exoskeleton thrust out of his chest, aiming for He Ao’s throat.

He Ao sidestepped, and his sword flashed, slicing both the damaged container and the young man’s body inside it into two halves.

At the same time, he bounced up, following the sidestep direction, and flipped to land a short distance away.

After being cut by his sword light, countless skeletal tendrils emerged from behind the young man’s body.

The tendrils entwined around the severed torso and propped up the young man’s body, the mouth-like opening in his chest opening and closing viciously as if grinning.

At the same time, the skeletal tendrils extended outward, forming two wing-like structures to support the body.

The young man who had been lying on the ground turned into a twisted monster in the blink of an eye.

He Ao watched the creature, the tip of his short sword pointing to the ground.

The Divine Sense he called upon told him that the energy level of the monster had reached C-level, far surpassing the standard of those E-level ’machines’ above.

In the instant the monster revealed its form, He Ao faintly ’heard’ an even more twisted and painful shriek.

A conjecture formed in his mind, and he activated Super Memory once more to look at the monster again.

To look at the sparse soul behind the monster.

He was suddenly aware that those souls themselves held extremely subtle differences, stitched onto the monster’s body like a dense patchwork.

The soul of this monster was stitched together from countless individuals.

The ’machines’ upstairs, once their souls were exhausted and dismissed, would not rest in peace but were thrown down to feed the monster.

This monster was probably the guardian created by ’the Doctor’ to protect the machinery.

The vortex within He Ao’s body gathered again at his chest, forming a new Divine Sense in his mind.

This was the second Divine Sense.

The ’Qi’ concentration here was much higher than on the previous floor. With such a quick rate of Divine Sense generation, he could afford some ’excess’ battling.

He twisted the sword hilt, and his body abruptly disappeared.

Boom—

With a faint sound from the void, He Ao’s short sword collided with the monster’s tendrils.

The monster’s exoskeleton was strong, not inferior to Reid.

And like Reid, Divine Sense couldn’t locate the monster’s energy focal point either.

However, the monster’s intelligence was evidently not on par with Reid’s.

Twisted madness covered the monster’s body; even getting slightly close, He Ao could feel that madness trying to erode his will.

He Ao swiftly made several feint moves to draw the monster’s body, then used Night Walk Flash to move beside the monster, injecting a Divine Sense into its body.

In the left chest.

Before the monster could react, He Ao’s sword light flashed, piercing its left chest.

The crazed skeletal tendrils that had been thrashing a moment ago fell silent instantly and then exploded into countless fragments.

Pieces of hard bone fell like rain beside He Ao.

In the void, the shadowy figure shattered into countless tiny fragments, then gradually dispersed.

The agonized howls in He Ao’s ears also began to fade.

He glanced at the direction in which the souls were dispersing, then picked up his sword and, without looking back, continued to rush in the direction of the flowing fog.

In just a few seconds, He Ao saw a vortex of fog flow appear before him.

He walked into it and saw only a metal wall at the end, densely covered with some kind of fine tubes, into which the diffusing fog was being absorbed.

These tubes, with a diameter of at most ten centimeters, could not accommodate a person.

This path seemed to end here.

But it was impossible that there was no downward passage inside the machinery.

Moreover, heading in this direction had led him to encounter the monster guarding the machinery, and such creatures were typically placed near important passages; this direction should be correct.

He Ao activated Super Memory, searched around the tubes, and then found a circular cover on the ground next to the pipes that was nearly indistinguishable from the floor.

This door had almost no gaps, and through the mist, it was nearly impossible to make out any difference from the floor itself.

If it weren’t for He Ao’s Super Memory, he would have almost overlooked this place.

He placed his hand on the door.

There was no handle on the surface of the door, nor any keyholes or anything of the sort.

He Ao mobilized his Divine Sense, sinking it into the door.

The fog around him once again surged violently.

Soon, feedback on the internal structure of the door came through his Divine Sense.

In the middle of this floor layer, there was a hard alloy at least five centimeters thick, the material seemed to be the same as that of He Ao’s short sword, in fact, even superior; meaning He Ao could barely break through this layer with just his short sword.

The interior of this circular door was almost entirely forged with this alloy, with five sturdy alloy cores firmly inserted into the floor.

There was only one way to open this door: to break through the alloy surface of the door from six directions simultaneously, insert into six different switches within the door, and then forcibly lift the door.

This was not a "keyhole" designed for humans, but rather for those monsters that could stretch out exoskeletal claws.

But this was no challenge for He Ao.

He directly covered his Divine Sense over the short sword and forcefully cut the lock tongues along the gap between the door and the floor.

Then he took out a bayonet, covered it with Divine Sense, stabbed it into one side of the door, and with a fierce effort, flipped the door open.

If it had been before, he would never have done something so extravagant.

But just as he was prying at the door, another Divine Sense formed in his mind.

He Ao pulled out the bayonet stuck in the door.

The heavy circular door fell to the ground with a thud, and in the dim light within the machinery, the shadow of the door merged with He Ao’s shadow.

He Ao looked down.

A circular doorway appeared in his field of vision.

Beneath this doorway, there wasn’t a long staircase, but an even denser and more chaotic fog.

As He Ao stared at the doorway, six enormous claws silently peeled through the mist, appearing behind him.

These claws made not the slightest sound, quietly approaching He Ao’s back.

Then they thrust forward viciously, aiming for He Ao’s hands, legs, neck, and the area near his heart.

And just as these claws were about to touch He Ao, they missed him abruptly, hitting the steel wall behind the doorway.

"Shadow?"

The silver-haired man with white gloves emerged from the mist.

He glanced at the shadow of the circular door and mobilized his tentacles to swiftly strangle anything around the shadow.

He Ao, holding the short sword, appeared from the Night Walk.

He swung the short sword to collide with a claw, then seamlessly fell into the doorway.

"Cunning little thing."

The silver-haired man also leaped down the doorway.

The surging mist was quickly parted, and after a few seconds of descent, He Ao finally landed on the ground.

His legs struck the steel floor with a roaring boom, then he quickly squatted and rolled forward to dissipate the force.

He straightened up and looked ahead.

Different from the fog-laden upper two layers, the fog on this level hovered above two meters.

Below that height, the density of the fog was much lower.

The sound of fans seemed to echo faintly in his ears; there must be some absorbing device continually sucking in the fog.

This level was colder than the upper levels and outside; He Ao estimated it was near zero degrees.

Around him densely packed pipes about half a meter in diameter, with tiny water droplets condensing on them.

The fog was less dense, but the ’Qi’ content in the air was even richer.

In an instant, the vortex of Qi inside He Ao had condensed significantly.

It seemed that all these pipes stretched out in the same direction.

He Ao glanced behind him.

There was no sound from his rear, but he had no doubt the creature had followed him in.

As he turned his head, two sharp claws descended from the sky.

The silver-haired man appeared behind He Ao.

His other four claws penetrated deeply into the fog, seeming to anchor into the ceiling, allowing his body to hover in midair.

As He Ao looked back, a chill ran down his spine, and he suddenly turned around, deflecting the attack of two claws with his sword.

He was knocked flying backward by the force of the claws, merging into the shadows of the pipes.

"Night Walk is a great strain on the body of a Nightwalker."

The silver-haired man revealed a smile as he descended from the sky, the six claws that had slipped through the gaps in the pipes propping up his body, making him float like a spider.

"Little mouse, how long can you hide in the shadows?"

He seemed very patient, wanting to play a cat-and-mouse game with He Ao.

He Ao, concealed in the shadow, watched the silver-haired man.

The man was stronger than Reid and knew the Talent Sequences of a Nightwalker even better.

After passing through the Strengthening Potion area and the recent fight, his body indeed struggled to hold up.

He was well aware that this man wasn’t the ’Doctor’, and a more difficult fight lay ahead.

After a moment’s thought, He Ao continued forward, sticking to the shadows of the pipes.

Soon, he reached the end of the pipe.

A shallow pool appeared in his sight. The pool wasn’t large, roughly four or five square meters, but it was filled with ’Qi’ so dense it almost condensed into substance.

Several pipe outlets were piled up next to this pool, carrying faintly white liquid along these pipes, dripping bit by bit into the pool from the waterways at the edge.

This was all the ’Qi’ that had been condensed and collected by the machine.

The intense and surging power made He Ao’s Divine Sense in his mind tremble.

Above the pool, a massive piece of machinery was faintly hovering in the mist, with soft lights twinkling within.

This seemed to be a high-energy battery, used to cool and condense on the very bottom layer.

To reach that battery, one had to cross the pool in front of him and the edges of the pool.

At this moment, intense sounds came from behind; the silver-haired man seemed to sense something and quickly walked towards the pool.

He Ao glanced down. The shadow of the pipe extended to this point and then came to a halt. The pool ahead was evenly lit, leaving no shadows.

He looked around and found the lights by the pool. There were many lights, and none were close to each other, making it impossible to quickly destroy some of them to create shadows.

At this instant, a sharp claw quickly passed over his head. The silver-haired man had his six sharp claws anchored in the ceiling, suspending himself above the pool, scanning around, "Little mouse, how much longer will you hide?"

His position was well calculated, right beneath the huge energy battery, without casting any shadows over the pool.

He Ao watched the silver-haired man in the air. Now there was another obstacle between him and the energy battery.

He was now exposed, and delaying any longer might attract even more enemies.

He Ao pondered for a moment, then jumped directly into the pool.

As he suspected, the pool wasn’t deep, just enough to cover his ankles. It was more appropriate to call it a shallow puddle, as ’Qi’ was not so easy to create.

But this also revealed his figure.

"Caught you."

Two huge claws attacked from the sky.

He Ao looked up at the silver-haired man and instantly channeled his Divine Sense into his legs.

All of a sudden, the previously calm pool exploded.

Energy surged wildly in all directions, splashing droplets everywhere.

The silver-haired man’s vision was covered for an instant. He quickly retracted his claws to defend himself, but it was already too late. A flash of silver sliced through the white droplets, aiming straight for his face.

Watching He Ao’s move, the silver-haired man’s mouth revealed a hint of a cold smile.

A dense black exoskeleton instantly covered his face.

The silver short sword struck against the black exoskeleton, opening his skull,

"The sword is quite sharp," the cleaved skull said with a smile, "but I am immortal, little mouse."

Meanwhile, two sharp claws reached for He Ao’s back. He Ao dodged one claw but was wounded by the other, leaving a deep, bone-deep gash on his back.

Bright red blood fell into the pure white pool below.

Just then, the silver-haired man felt a pain in his chest. He lowered his gradually healing head and saw He Ao, who had plunged the bayonet into the center of his chest, gripping the hilt, suspended in mid-air.

"Like I said, I am immortal, little mouse."

The silver-haired man’s mouth curled up, looking at He Ao as if he were looking at an idiot, while his two claws drew back, wrapping around He Ao.

Using his own body as bait, this time he intended to kill He Ao thoroughly.

At the same moment, he felt a warm breath coming through the dagger embedded in his body, entering his flesh.

"What is this..."

He looked surprised.

The claws dancing in the air accelerated.

"Not sure if you’ve heard,"

He Ao raised his short sword, a claw piercing through the shoulder grasping the hilt of his left hand, blood flowing down the lab coat, but he didn’t flinch. A hazy glow covered the silver short sword, "the story of a mouse killing a cat?"

The sharp short sword pierced through the silver-haired man’s abdomen, and the world stilled in an instant.

The other claw, about to snap He Ao’s neck, stopped just one centimeter from his skin.

The huge body, having lost its supportive strength, fell from the sky with He Ao, crashing into the pool below.

The silver-haired man’s head, not yet fully healed, still had the last expression of surprise, "You are... a Martial Artist?"

His life eventually faded away.

White blood mixed with the fresh red from He Ao, blending into the rippling pool.

He Ao tried to push the man’s corpse off himself but felt a bit drained. The brief battle had, though short, consumed a lot of energy with the back and forth of Super Memory and the burden of Night Walk.

He needed a short rest, to recover some strength.

This silver-haired man was much stronger than Reid and had a broader range of knowledge.

If it weren’t for his carelessness, not knowing He Ao possessed Divine Sense, and He Ao’s ability to slightly extend his Divine Sense now, even with trading wounds for a life, it would not have been such an easy victory.

He lay in the pool, with the water partly covering his face.

His wound was still gushing blood, dying the white pool red.

And just at that moment, he felt something rushing into his body through his wounds.

It was ’Qi’, an unending stream of ’Qi’.

The wounds allowed the ’Qi’, which would normally be somewhat difficult to absorb, to enter his body without any resistance.

He quickly realised what was happening and began to circulate the ’Qi’.

The Qi whirls in his brow and below his navel rapidly grew larger and then collided, forming a new Divine Sense.

The first sequence, the second sequence, the third sequence...

Under this formidable absorption rate, the entire pool began to slowly form a huge vortex centered around He Ao.

New Divine Sense was almost incessantly condensed.

The last time He Ao absorbed energy this efficiently was when he was being "crowned" by the system.

He felt that his current state was like the protagonist of a xianxia story encountering an incredible adventure.

Although most of this ’adventure’ was already part of his plans.

He didn’t know how much of the ’adventure’s’ gains would remain after facing the ultimate enemy.

Soon, the movement in the entire pool gradually ceased, leaving only some pearly white liquid rippling beneath the pool.

This was the diluent for the Fountain of Youth, used to dissolve ’Qi’.

He Ao pushed off the dead bodies pressing on him and, propping himself up from the bottom of the pool, stood up.

He quickly tallied this time’s ’harvest’—thirty-nine threads of Divine Sense, plus a little over two of his own, for a total of forty-one threads of Divine Sense.

Every moment now, he felt his head being squeezed by powerful forces, as if about to burst through his skull; these Divine Senses were almost reaching the limit he could withstand.

Struggling to stand upright, thanks to the diluent of the Fountain of Youth, his wounds had barely stopped bleeding and closed up after the ’Qi’ was absorbed.

"Someone from the outside has broken in, hurry over to help the manager."

Just then, shouts came from the distance, it seemed other researchers were coming down from that opened hole.

He Ao glanced at the high-energy batteries overhead, leapt up, grabbed the bottom of one, and climbed up.

Using a short sword, he cut open the outer iron skin encasing the battery and pulled back the insulating layer to see the model of the battery.

Yiwis Space System’s X-37 High-Energy Battery Pack.

He looked at the wires fixed around the battery and then cut open the electromagnetic skin, pulling out several wires and twisting them together.

Every product from Yiwis Space System has an exact purpose.

The positioning of the X-37 High-Energy Battery Pack is super high-purity energy per unit volume, and cost-effective.

What is sacrificed is safety, prone to explosion.

But as long as it is stored according to specified conditions, it is theoretically very hard to explode.

Unless someone pulls out the key circuits and connects them together, creating a short circuit.

He Ao cut open another side of a battery, pulled out several wires again, and twisted them together.

Then he took out a cigarette from his coat, put it in his mouth, and momentarily touched a thin wire with another thin wire.

Accompanied by the sparks that flew in an instant, the cigarette resting on the wire started to burn.

He Ao took a drag, until the flame spread through the entire end of the cigarette.

He exhaled the smoke, waited a while to ensure that the cigarette would burn on its own, and then twisted together the two clumps of wires he had just pulled out, arranging them in the order of wire, cigarette, wire.

Then he glanced at the continually, faintly burning cigarette, jumped down from the battery, and walked toward the entrance he had used before.

"It’s this person! He’s covered in blood!"

A researcher saw He Ao walking over and shouted loudly.

In an instant, countless claws flew up from the sky,

"Everyone attack, kill him!"

A flash of silver sword light passed by, cutting the ’monster’ rushing over into two halves.

He Ao didn’t use any Night Walk, revealing his form and facing the siege of researchers turned monsters, quickly moving outside at a normal pace.

One twisted monster after another was split into fragments under his sword; their numbers grew more numerous, like locusts covering the skies.

He Ao’s sword light traced paths again and again,

He jumped back to the second floor, then walked up the long stairs to the top level, and jumped out of the machine.

His path was accompanied by chunks of limbs and torsos.

Pure white blood laid like a damp carpet under his feet, covering the rusty steel floor beneath.

He Ao went to the back of the machine. He took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and jumped down.

A monster covered in bones and wearing a lab coat charged violently towards him.

"Can I borrow a light?"

He Ao dodged his attack, and reached out to take an electronic lighter from him to light the cigarette in his mouth.

"Thanks."

Then he put the lighter back in the pocket of the monster.

The silver sword light flashed again, splitting the monster into two halves.

At that moment, the cigarette placed on the high-energy battery inside the machine finally burnt out, and the unsupported wires, separated by the cigarette, touched each other.

Boom——

An abrupt explosion erupted behind He Ao, and countless monsters that were still by the machine ready to charge at him were hit by the flying steel and shattered into pieces.

A limb with white blood rolled to a stop in front of the tightly closed elevator door.

He Ao’s pace halted beside it.

He reached out and pressed the elevator’s up button.

With a crisp sound, the elevator doors slowly opened.

He Ao stepped into the elevator, turned around, and briefly activated Super Memory.

In his vision, fragmented souls dissipated slowly.

The anguished screams by his ear finally subsided completely to silence.

He extended his hand and pressed the button for the top floor.