Life Game In Other World
Chapter 513: Someone Even More Fierce Has Arrived (Large - for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 513: Chapter 513: Someone Even More Fierce Has Arrived (Large Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

Oh~

A hoarse, low moan echoed in He Ao’s ears.

Immediately afterwards, a flash of pure white sword light, carrying a faint green glow, spread across the shadows.

An indescribable mass of flesh fell towards a place out of sight.

Then, another low moan sounded.

He Ao raised his hand and struck with his sword once more.

The shadows grew even deeper, and the temperature around him dropped further, as if it were the coldest night of solitude.

Only the building ahead still faintly showed its outline.

Monsters merged with the shadows passed by one after another beside He Ao. They emitted hoarse noises, like the wailing of undead souls wandering in the netherworld.

They were hidden in the shadows, nearly imperceptible to the naked eye, and He Ao could only locate them by the sounds they made.

With each streak of sword light that passed, more twisted monsters fell back into the shadows.

Thanks to the Grace of the Mysterious Shadow, these monsters in the shadows had attained C-level strength, yet they seemed to be able to move only within these dense shadows.

It was only a distance of a dozen meters from the porch to that small building, but it took He Ao nearly nine minutes to traverse it.

The blood exuding a pale green light formed a stream under his feet, while unnamable flesh filled the concrete ground behind him, laying out an eerie ’carpet’ in the shadow.

The fresh blood flowed down the pure white blade of the bone sword, trickling onto the concrete steps.

Drip-drop—drip-drop—

He Ao took a step forward, reaching the last step in front of the small building.

Finally, He Ao arrived in front of the doors of this ’towering’ building.

He Ao looked up at the five-story building in front of him.

The surrounding shadows were so deep they seemed to thicken into droplets, almost blurring everything in sight. At the corridor, He Ao could still make out the rough appearance of the building, but upon reaching the door, he could only see the lower half that emerged in and out of the shadows.

The upper floors were completely shrouded in shadows.

Looking up from below, it was like facing a strange and towering ’giant tower’.

He Ao looked down at what lay in front of him.

The old double iron doors were opened just enough for one person to pass through, and beyond the gap was an endless darkness, as if a maneating demon had bared its fangs.

He Ao sidestepped into the building.

Once he passed through the door, the dense shadows seemed to lighten somewhat.

Behind the iron doors was a short and wide vertical corridor that met with a narrow, long horizontal corridor in a ’T’ shape, with a faint green light shining down from above, dimly illuminating the contours of the floor tiles in the pitch-dark shadows.

He Ao looked up at the ceiling.

In the corridor were rows of tube lights, through the pitch darkness the dimly white appearance of the lights was visible.

Once the white light crossed through these shadows, it turned into this kind of dim green.

He Ao, holding his sword, took one step at a time, moving forward.

At the T-junction, a sign shone with a faint green light, pointing in both left and right directions.

To the right it seemed like a bathroom, the light was damaged, flickering continuously, while the left showed a staircase, still emitting a faint glimmer.

In Rodan, these old-fashioned five-story buildings had no elevators, one could only take the stairs.

He Ao crossed the junction and headed to the left.

The entire corridor was unusually quiet, without any slight noises. The offices on both sides were open.

As He Ao glanced by, the desks and equipment in those offices had already been moved away, leaving a large empty space in the middle.

The faint green light flickered intermittently within these rooms.

It appeared to be some kind of unfinished Ritual Array.

He Ao withdrew his gaze and continued forward.

The whole corridor was oddly silent; not even one of those twisted monsters from the yard appeared.

Soon, He Ao saw the outline of the staircase ahead, shrouded in the darkness of a shadow that seemed like an invisible wall, forbidding anyone to enter.

He Ao mobilized his Divine Sense to glance at the staircase, where streams of energy coursed through the shadows, forming some sort of peculiar sealing structure.

Breaking through by force would likely come at a certain cost.

Drip-drop—

While He Ao was contemplating, a crisp sound echoed from behind him.

He stopped in his tracks, turned his head, and looked back. Drops of liquid with a green glow were constantly falling onto the smooth floor.

He looked up.

From the dark shadows of the ceiling, a twisted head slowly dangled down.

This head had no eyes, only hollow sockets remained.

When He Ao raised his head, it was so close to him that with just a fist’s distance, his cheek could touch the top of He Ao’s head.

It stared at He Ao, splitting its chapped lips to reveal a ghastly smile.

Under the illumination of the green glow, it appeared exceedingly terrifying.

Mere exposure to this smile could scare some people with weaker mental fortitude into fainting.

Faced with such a horrific smile, He Ao merely cracked a corner of his mouth, returning a smile to the head hanging from the ceiling.

In that instant, a wave of fear spread through the heart of the monster on the ceiling, as if the human-shaped figure before it was a creature even more insane and frightening than he was.

But fate did not afford it the time to feel fear.

The white bone sword had already touched its twisted body concealed within the shadows, then fiercely pulled, causing it to lose consciousness amidst intense pain.

He Ao stepped back two paces, watching the body that had fallen from the ceiling.

The bodies, which had long lost their human shape, with arms twisted like dense shrubbery, clutched flesh and blood dripping with faint green liquid in their palms.

It seemed these were its ’paintbrushes.’

And those unfinished Ritual Arrays in the open offices were its ’masterpieces.’

It appeared to be a ’Painter.’

He Ao withdrew his gaze and walked to the staircase leading upstairs.

As the monster died, the shadows enveloping the staircase gradually dissipated, revealing the green lights and the steps one by one.

Just as He Ao had guessed, this creature was some sort of special power node. Upon destroying this power node, the power enveloping the stairs weakened somewhat.

He set foot on the staircase going up.

The shadows around him stirred, rushing madly towards him.

These shadows clung to his body, attempting to corrode his flesh. He Ao manipulated his body’s energy to repel the shadows and keep them outside, continuing forward.

It appeared that the Primitive Church did not obtain much Divine Power, so they could only place it at some key points and use certain ’Believers’ as power nodes to maintain the overall structure of Divine Power.

He Ao soon reached the second floor.

Before the stairs leading from the second floor to the third, there were dense shadows that were even more stable and thicker than on the first floor.

Multiple cores...

He Ao entered the second-floor corridor.

The decoration on the second floor was different from the first. The first floor consisted of large offices with few rooms, each crammed with many small desks.

The second floor, however, had many more small offices, with doors lined up densely along the corridor.

It seemed that the World Tree’s Rodan branch might have other disguised identities, as such a dense personnel arrangement was too cumbersome for a professional intelligence agency that needed to hide itself.

Perhaps the courtyard, too, had a signboard, unfortunately obscured by the thick shadows swallowing everything else in the yard.

He Ao continued forward, looking at the office doorplates that clearly read ’R&D Director’s Office,’ ’Deputy Director’s Office,’ seeming as if it was disguised as some corporation.

Boom, boom, boom—

"Ah! Help! Help!"

A series of punching sounds, as well as loud, agonized screams, came from ahead.

He Ao’s gaze shifted forward, and he saw a wall that had collapsed halfway, behind which stood a tall, muscular man with his upper body bare.

His body was covered with bulging muscles as he tirelessly pounded on a pitch-black sandbag.

The sandbag radiated an inky leather glow, and every punch that landed on it elicited a pained and weak cry.

As He Ao approached, the sandbag seemed to sense hope for rescue, letting out a sharp cry as it roared loudly, "Save me! Save me!"

As its pitch rose with the cries for help, the man hitting the sandbag turned around, only half of his face maintaining normalcy while the other half had transformed into quivering muscle, presenting a terrifying sight.

He Ao recognized the man; he was the second of the four suspected World Tree core members that Li Le had informed him about—Andrew.

At this moment, the former World Tree intelligence officer’s body had swelled, his muscles ballooning like airbags, his entire form bathed in a dim green glow, resembling a demon that crawled out of hell.

He Ao deployed his Divine Sense to sweep over the man’s body and discovered that he was essentially D-level, but his husk had been forcibly elevated to C-level by some power.

Just like the Black Shadow He Ao had encountered before.

An incomplete promotion through external forces.

Upon seeing He Ao, Andrew’s mouth split into a terrifying smile. Without uttering a sound, he snapped a thick steel bar from the adjacent wall and lunged at He Ao in a flash.

The huge figure almost filled the corridor, blocking He Ao’s path completely.

And behind him, the pitch-black sandbag continued to wail in agony, pleading for help, "Save me! Save me!"

He Ao glanced at Andrew’s towering figure and suddenly vanished.

The next second, he reappeared behind Andrew.

Andrew, charging forward, took a few more steps before a line of blood appeared across his entire waist, and then he leaned forward, his body splitting in half and crashing onto the corridor floor.

The green blood reflected a faint luminescence under the green light.

He Ao walked up to the talking sandbag, looked at its glossy black surface, and asked softly, "Have you always been here?"

"Yes! Yes!" The sandbag began to shake violently, "Hero, save me! Save me!"

"Who’s on the third floor?"

He Ao continued to inquire.

"A woman, a very beautiful woman."

The sandbag immediately responded, shaking even more intensely, "Hero, hurry and save me. I’ve been cursed. Untie the rope that’s binding me, and I can revert to my original form."

He Ao looked up at the top of the sandbag. It was tied to the ceiling by a thick rope and was swinging nonstop.

To untie the rope, he would have to get close to the sandbag, but at this moment, He Ao was standing in the corridor quite a distance away from it.

"What’s the third-floor woman’s ability?"

He Ao withdrew his gaze and continued his questioning.

"I don’t know. She’s very pretty and sexy, like a goat," the sandbag started swinging back and forth, trying to get closer to He Ao, "Hero, quickly save me."

"And the fourth floor, what’s on the fourth floor?"

He Ao persisted with his questions.

"There’s nothing on the fourth floor," the sandbag answered promptly, "There were a few people there before, but they left and never came back."

The fourth floor was the sub-penthouse, likely reserved for important individuals. Rose, who he had encountered dancing at the club, appeared to fit this description.

According to the records left by Gade, the dancing woman seemed to be the deputy head of the Rodan branch.

"Is the fourth floor the deputy head?"

He Ao asked.

"Deputy... head?" The sandbag’s tone hesitated, "I don’t know what a deputy head is. Hero, please save me, I feel like I’m about to die."

Its voice had become hoarse and weak as if it really was dying.

"What about the fifth floor?"

He Ao continued to press.

"I don’t know about the fifth floor; I don’t know anything," the sandbag’s voice grew fainter, "Hero, please save me."

"Fine, repeat a phrase after me, and I’ll save you."

He Ao spoke calmly.

"I’m chanting, I’m chanting, hero you better speak quickly."

The sandbag immediately got excited.

Swinging incessantly, it had already come very close to He Ao.

He Ao looked at it with a composed face, "Repeat after me: the Mysterious Shadow is a big idiot."

The moment he finished these words, the entire corridor turned deathly silent in a flash, the pale green glow becoming even colder, and the dense shadow contracted, revealing a color dark as ink.

The hanging sandbag also fell into silence, its once cheerful voice turning into a stifling quiet.

"I will eat you."

The sandbag swung its body violently, hurling itself right in front of He Ao.

The glossy black surface of its skin split open, revealing a vertical, massive maw lined with sharp fangs and a blood-red interior.

All it had done was to entice He Ao to come closer, as well as to buy itself time to close in on He Ao.

It intended to chew this blasphemous bastard into mush.

Then it saw the white sword light approaching it head-on.

The sharp blade sliced through its slick skin, blood spraying everywhere as its body was bisected.

Bang—

That was the sound of half the sandbag falling to the floor.

He Ao sheathed his bone sword, stepped over the half of the bloodied sandbag on the ground, and headed towards the staircase.

Behind him, only half of the sandbag remained, still swinging silently, tied to the rope.

The rusty iron bolt fixing the rope to the ceiling creaked noisily.

The corridor’s green light flickered as if mourning, or perhaps shivering.

Step by step, He Ao with his sword in hand, arrived at the foot of the stairs.

A green shadow cast upon his calm, icy countenance.

At that moment, a thin man with a scar on his face tumbled down from the third floor, "The Shadow’s gone!?"

Surprise and joy were apparent on his face.

Then he saw He Ao, sword in hand, stepping up the stairs.

"Fuck!!!"

He scrambled back up to the third floor as fast as he could.

He Ao gave him a puzzled glance and quickly ascended the stairs.

Just as he reached the mouth of the third-floor stairway, he felt an odd, warm breath.

At the same time, he saw the gaunt man who had just run up.

Another haggard man with short hair was supporting him, asking with confusion, "The Shadow hasn’t disappeared?"

"No," the scarred, thin man gasped for air, his voice trembling with exhaustion and fear, "there’s something even fiercer coming up behind."

"What could be fiercer?"

The short-haired thin man looked up in confusion, just as he caught sight of He Ao emerging from the stairs.

The dim green light fell on He Ao’s blood-stained collar and cheeks.

He Ao looked at him, thought for a moment, and attempted to offer the most amiable smile he could.

"Fuck."

The short-haired thin man dropped his companion and took off running.

"Hmm-hmm?"

Just then, a soft voice came from the end of the corridor.