Life Game In Other World
Chapter 508: Stirring Up a Vortex (Super Long - , Monthly Ticket Request)

Chapter 508: Chapter 508: Stirring Up a Vortex (Super Long Chapter, Monthly Ticket Request)

A train that seemed out of a design from decades ago burst through the wall and charged straight for the dancers still dancing on the stage, sending the one covered in bright red flying.

This unexpected intrusion shattered the original silence; the giant Black Shadow on the ceiling seemed to lose some kind of maintaining balance and shattered loudly, those immersed in the ’dance’ among the audience suddenly snapped to their senses.

They watched, as if in a dreamlike trance, the scene unfolding before them, fixated on that bright red figure sent flying by the train.

"Ahhh!!!"

An ear-piercing scream woke everyone from their dreamlike state.

The entire hall instantly erupted into chaos as the audience, losing their rationality in that instant, scrambled toward the small exit door in the opposite direction of the train.

The three members of Moonlight also leisurely came to their senses at this moment.

They were calmer than the rest, watching the pushing crowd around them with confusion.

The illusory figure that had been floating in front of He Ao was also pulled back into her own body by the violent impact that had just occurred.

Every component of a ceremony is fragile, especially the one constructed in this club, which already seemed crude.

A little accident that disrupts the structure of the ceremony or affects the host can destroy the very foundation of the ceremony.

Such as the forceful entrance of the Velora.

In terms of mystical knowledge, He Ao believed he still knew a bit more than most people in the main world.

He had also hosted several summoning ceremonies for his good friends. He was familiar with ceremonies related to the Divine Beings and knew well where they are likely to encounter problems.

As the woman’s two figures merged again, the power that had descended in the main world trying to erode his Soul lost its anchor, and began to rapidly fade away.

This is the result of the ceremony being forcibly interrupted due to the intervention of a formidable external force.

He Ao regained the freedom to move. He glanced at the still somewhat confused trio from Moonlight and blended into the crowd, leaving the hall.

Following that, the one standing in the middle of the stage was no longer ’He Ao’.

The doors of the rushing Velora’s locomotive opened, and a young man wearing dark jeans and a brown short sleeve shirt, with black-rimmed glasses and an honest and simple appearance, jumped down from the train.

After the young man leaped down, the speeding train didn’t stop but instead crashed into the opposite wall. The surrounding space rippled like jelly, and the locomotive’s head plowed into the wall – or rather, passed through the wall, disappearing into the space on the other side.

Immediately after, the whole train swiftly crossed the space above the stage. This classical train appeared from one side and disappeared quickly to the other.

At this moment, the somewhat confused trio from Moonlight finally came to a full awakening. Their mental state was more stable than ordinary people, hence they were not perturbed by the interrupted ceremony.

"Captain, what’s this?"

A young member of Moonlight asked in confusion, his gaze intently following the fast-moving train, soon only its tail end remained, "Is this some kind of bizarre manifestation?"

The lead middle-aged man gazed intently at the disappearing train tail. He had much higher authority than the other two, knew much more information that the others weren’t aware of. He opened his mouth and said hoarsely,

"The Velora."

At this moment, He Ao, who controlled the clone, had already set foot fully on the stage. Hearing this term, he looked back at the middle-aged man.

"Blasphemous monster!"

At that instant, a waiter who had been quietly standing in the corner burst out with a dagger.

His body moved with a speed the middle-aged man could hardly catch, the silver dagger thrusting straight toward He Ao’s heart.

This sudden attack took the middle-aged man by surprise. The waiter’s short burst of speed even approached what he believed was the prowess of a C-level Transcendent.

But just when he thought the young man on stage would be injured, he saw the young man casually lift his hand and slash horizontally through the air.

The leaping waiter halted for a moment, his body cleaved into two right in mid-air in front of the young man, with the blood exuding a faint green glow spraying out.

What kind of power was this, to casually strike an enemy attacking at such a terrifying speed and instantly sever his body?

The middle-aged man’s mouth hung open. Although he was privy to partial intelligence, he had always believed the messages from Central Earth were exaggerated, but now he realized they were not exaggerated at all, rather understated.

And how did the other side manage to slay the waiter from such a distance? Some kind of invisible force?

While he was astonished, He Ao sidestepped, retreating to avoid the incoming body parts of the waiter.

When dealing with objects approaching from the front, it’s better to swing a sword horizontally than vertically. With a horizontal slash, the view is clearer, not affecting movement, whereas swinging vertically can sometimes block the eyes with the arm and the sword, obstructing the view.

He Ao’s gaze lingered on the waiter for just a moment, then he tightly gripped the Shadowless Sword in his hand and turned towards the depths of the stage,

That waiter was almost like the Black Shadow, a being forcefully elevated from D-level to a pseudo C-level, and even weaker than the Black Shadow. For He Ao right now, dealing with such an enemy was not troublesome.

The trouble is with another one, He Ao looked up at the woman he had sent flying.

This was a genuine C-level.

The blade of the Shadowless Sword was buzzing faintly, its excitement stoked by the blood of the Transcendent.

"The will of the Divine cannot be defied."

The elegantly-figured woman slowly rose from the ground, the bloodstains that cracked on her body closed once again, turning back into flawless skin, as she fused once more with her ’husk.’

She looked up, staring at He Ao walking over, "No matter who you are, you’ve interrupted the Divine’s sacrifice, and you must suffer the Divine’s punishment."

Flames seemed to flicker in her eyes as she looked at He Ao.

If it hadn’t been for this man’s appearance, she would have already turned that powerful C-level into a slave of the Divine, and for this merit, she would have received the Divine’s reward.

But now, that reward was gone.

"Perhaps, you should be worried about yourself."

He Ao, holding the Shadowless Sword, walked towards her step by step, his gaze fixed on the woman’s body.

"What?"

The woman was startled, looking down at the skin of her own hands.

The once healed fair skin tore open again, riddled with twisted cracks.

These cracks carried a menacing aura, shrouded with a faint shadow, clinging to her body.

"What is this?"

She stood up somewhat panic-stricken.

"The ’gift’ from the god you worship," He Ao said as he approached step by step, "Though the ritual was disrupted, the power bestowed by the Divine does not vanish. It naturally reverts to the key focal point of the ritual, which is,"

He paused, "the host of the ritual."

The woman looked at He Ao in terror, as the twisted shadows surged from the cracks in her body. Her white, delicate skin began to crack, revealing the raw, red flesh beneath.

"No, don’t..."

She lay on the ground, her cheeks spreading with the pain.

The fragments of shadow falling from the ceiling finally found a place to escape, frantically rushing toward her body.

Her immaculate skirt was torn by the writhing mass of shadow, forming an indescribable hybrid of flesh and shadow.

The painful expression on the woman’s face gradually turned into a joyful glee, as though she was beholding the most wonderful thing in the world.

He Ao, holding the Shadowless Sword, watched all this calmly.

This was the power of the Divine, capable of warping people’s perceptions, turning disgust to desire, and pain to pleasure.

What people thought belonged to their selves was no longer theirs.

Even if she became distorted into a monster, becoming what she once detested, she would think it all fitting. She would feel that her current form was the epitome of beauty, while the human visage was now the repulsive one.

Shadows burst out from the woman, lifting her into the air. These shadows solidified from the ethereal into reality, taking on a semi-transparent form.

He Ao leaped forward, charging directly at the twisted monster. He had no interest in waiting for this newborn, fused with Divine power, to be fully realized.

The woman looked down, her face contorted with distorted glee, as she watched He Ao, "The will of the Divine cannot be defied, you must die!"

The semi-transparent shadow limbs were raised.

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At the same moment, He Ao’s original body entered a hotel room he had booked in advance nearby, unlocked the hotel door, and stood by the room’s window. He could just see Number 72 on Oak Street, where the club was located.

He glanced out the window, locked the door from the inside, and sat down on the hotel’s sofa, closing his eyes.

His main consciousness descended on the clone.

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His clone, which had soared into action, activated Super Memory in an instant. A vast strength was applied to this body, already possessing an elevated physical state of five-hundred seven, raising its entire physical condition to a breakthrough of a thousand.

This was He Ao’s first use of Super Memory in actual combat in the main world after its advancement, even if it was not with his original body.

Meanwhile, Divine Sense, along with the main consciousness’ advent, had descended upon the clone.

Ethereal shadow tentacles danced through the void, lashing out at He Ao with terrifying speed.

The Shadowless Sword collided with these appendages but passed directly through the shadows.

He Ao immediately twisted to the side, leveraging the conservation of angular momentum to spin in mid-air. The tail end of the tentacle whipped past his cheek with a howling wind, shattering the already half-collapsed wall behind him.

Such strength could instantly reduce a normal person into a pulp.

Broken bricks fell, kicking up a cloud of dust as He Ao spun through the air, landing on the other side of the stage.

Merely in terms of power, this twisted monster was nearing B-level.

Of course, she was still much weaker than the B-level Transcendents He Ao had encountered in the Copy World, and had not crossed the B-level threshold.

He Ao mobilized his Divine Sense, taking a look at the woman’s body.

Energy shimmering with green radiance rampaged through the woman’s body, mixed with some purple luminescence.

The green glow was presumably the power of the ’Mysterious Shadow’ the woman had mentioned, while the purple streamers were likely her own Transcendent powers.

Under the pull of the purple luminescence, the woman’s soul, which clung to her, barely maintained stability, enabling her to control these twisted and frenzied powers.

Of course, these powers, in turn, contaminated her soul, warping her cognition.

And as He Ao saw all this, the dancing ethereal tentacles struck again.

In the eyes of Divine Sense, these tentacles were mostly composed of flickering green power; they were not solid entities but the observable forms revealed after Divine Power twisted reality.

That’s why they could alternate between being tangible and intangible, making it impossible for He Ao to strike them, yet they could still attack him.

Essentially, each of these tentacles had a separate energy core. In fact, there was no central energy core where all the power converged in the distorted woman before him; the convergence of energy in her body was made up of several energy core clusters.

This was the first time He Ao had seen such a ’Transcendent’, but having seen the monsters from the Fountain of Youth that could conceal their energy cores, He Ao had prepared for this kind of ’mutation’.

He surmised that after reaching Angel status, and even some B-levels, in a sense, would ’recognize’ the existence of energy cores as ’Achilles’ heels’, causing their body structure to undergo changes that made them harder to kill.

The monsters created by an extension of their power would also inherit some of their protective measures.

This state with multiple energy cores could well stem from that ’Mysterious Shadow’.

In the world of Transcendents, there was no power that was utterly invincible.

To kill the monster before him by destroying the energy cores, He Ao might need to obliterate most of her energy cores.

However, her weaknesses were not limited to the energy cores.

As He Ao contemplated, several more ethereal tentacles flew toward him in succession.

He Ao faced the incoming ethereal tentacles and, after dodging consecutively a few times, once again swung his sword at one of them.

His blade once again passed through the ethereal shadow.

"You make the same mistake twice," the woman in the sky scoffed. "How foolish."

Because of He Ao’s mistake, one of the ethereal tentacles came close to his back. He Ao tilted to the side, deflecting the incoming tentacle with his sword, but he was knocked into the sky.

The direction in which he was knocked was precisely where the woman’s body was.

His intention was to seize the momentum in mid-air.

He streaked past the incoming tentacles, like a flash of brilliance, and the intangible blade of his sword suddenly buried itself in the woman’s heart.

Purple and green interwoven blood flowed along the blade.

"Still foolish, you can’t kill me like that."

The woman spoke again, and tentacles surged behind He Ao. The swirling power twisted the entire ceiling into fragments. "I will offer you as a sacrifice to the Divine Being."

"Is that so?"

He Ao said softly with a chuckle.

At such a close distance, he could clearly see the twisted features of the woman’s face.

Mental Disturbance!

A powerful soul impact collided with the woman’s soul in an instant.

The purple energy that had barely maintained the soul’s stable balance was scattered in an instant, followed by the uncontrolled ethereal soul being torn apart like shreds of paper by the enormous green energy as endless shadows poured out from the woman’s body, dissipating in all directions.

The tentacle that had been surging towards He Ao also disintegrated in that instant, He Ao drew the Shadowless Sword, leaped backward, and landed steadily on the stage.

Though Mental Disturbance can also be used at a distance, the farther away, the greater the consumption.

Shadows between reality and illusion fell from the sky like drifting leaves.

The woman’s body also fell from the sky, crashing onto the stage.

She opened her eyes wide, staring at He Ao, and finally revealed a genuine and serene smile before closing her eyes.

It was unknown when her cognition had been altered, and whether she had found her true self in the end.

He Ao stood in front of the woman’s remains, he looked up at the sky.

Just moments ago the part of the room near the stage had already been shattered by the woman’s tentacles, revealing the pitch-black night sky.

In the depths of the night sky, a massive shadow loomed faintly visible, its head bowed as if controlling something.

As the surrounding shadows dispersed, that massive shadow gradually faded away and vanished amidst the brilliance of the stars.

The Mysterious Shadow

He Ao lowered his head and glanced around the night sky; all that remained around him now was a pile of ruins.

In the depths of several dark buildings nearby, several figures were rapidly approaching – the people of Moonlight were on their way.

He turned back to look at the middle-aged man and his two subordinates who had been at the scene, not leaving.

The speeding train burst out from the void, covering his figure.

Then the thundering train vanished once more into the pitch-black night, leaving behind nothing but an empty, ruined stage.

Not far away, He Ao, whose primary consciousness had returned to his original body in the hotel, rose from the couch and stood by the window, observing everything.

Soon, several figures ran into the ruins, the leader was a man with the typical look of a Tia, his face broad and kind, his hair graying, yet he carried an air of unstated authority.

The people of Moonlight.

He Ao’s gaze did not linger on these people but instead looked up towards a rooftop not far away, underneath the night sky.

There, a man stood quietly.

He glanced at the rubble on the ground and then in the direction where Velora had vanished; his figure retreated and disappeared into the night.

That man, He Ao had seen his file before.

One of Daybreak’s lieutenants in the Tia Empire, a direct subordinate of the ’Boss’.

The territory now belonged to He Ao in a ’custodial’ capacity.

Super Memory’s power spread out, placing a mark on the man who had blended into the night.

He Ao put away his room card and left the room.

If the vortex didn’t pull those hidden fish to the surface, then lift something up to create a vortex of your own.

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"What just happened?"

The gray-haired man from the people of Moonlight approached the middle-aged man who had been standing in the battlefield.

"C-level, that monster’s presence had nearly approached Mr. Sloane’s, and there is an even more terrifying existence behind it, one which I cannot monitor,"

Two streams of blood slid from the middle-aged man’s eyes, his body seeming to have reached its limit from watching something he should not have,

"Who killed that monster?"

A person standing behind the gray-haired man hastily inquired.

"It was... the owner of Velora."

The middle-aged man’s body stiffened, he toppled forward, fainting.

"Doctor!"

The gray-haired man reached out to catch the middle-aged man, immediately calling out to those behind him.