Life Game In Other World
Chapter 586: Let Me Take Another Look at You (Two-in-One Mega - for Monthly Passes)

Chapter 586: Chapter 586: Let Me Take Another Look at You (Two-in-One Mega Chapter for Monthly Passes)

In the instant when He Ao’s body stiffened, a smile curled at the corner of the man’s mouth in the officer’s uniform. His body shifted to the side, and with this motion, the scythe that he had swung out turned into a hook. The blade, flashing with electric arcs, sliced towards He Ao’s neck.

In that moment, He Ao activated his Super Memory, and a powerful force flooded into his body, quickly alleviating some of his condition, and then he immediately raised his axe to block the incoming scythe.

The sharp blade of the scythe collided with the edge of the axe, jolting He Ao. His whole body was sent flying backward from the impact of the blow.

While in the air, he adjusted his stance and executed a backflip to dissipate some of the force, landing steadily on the ground and stepping back half a step.

Behind him was the huge void left after he had dismantled the alloy door; he had been forced back to his original spot.

At the same time, the man in the officer’s uniform had also slowed down due to the recent collision, coming to a stop not far in front of He Ao.

Compared to when he had been flung away by He Ao wielding the alloy gate, his physical condition had vastly improved, surpassing even Ved who had previously been injected with the same C-level Gene Potion; however, he still hadn’t reached the true level of B.

If one were to take into account his ability to create dreamscapes, the strength exhibited by the man in the officer’s uniform at this moment far exceeded Arent’s, just one step shy of reaching B-level.

It seemed that after Ved left, this B-level Gene Potion had been further refined.

Meanwhile, under Divine Sense surveillance, the man in the officer’s uniform didn’t have a single energy hub like Ved did at C-level but had a multi-core network similar to Arent’s instead.

However, his body wasn’t as large as Arent’s, and his energy hubs weren’t as spread out, mainly concentrated around his chest and abdomen.

The Gene Potion used by the man in the officer’s uniform was nearing perfection.

His overall strength was far superior to He Ao’s, even with Super Memory activated.

But He Ao was not without means to defeat him.

The Gene Potion devised by the Mysterious Person did not come from purely combat-related Talent Sequences. Whether "Dream Weaver" was the real name of the Talent Sequence or not, its abilities were inevitably related to the weaving of ’dreamscapes’.

Although the dreamscapes would gradually weaken the soul of the person ensnared in them, even causing death, they were not quick-acting, possessing a progressive course.

For those with weaker willpower, or those who willingly succumbed to the dreamscape and gave up on reality, this kind of dreamscape posed a lethal threat.

However, for those with stronger willpower, as long as one does not choose the dreamscape actively, the process of soul-weakening is actually quite slow.

And He Ao happened to be a person with pretty strong willpower.

In his previous confrontation with Ved, He Ao had noticed that within a short span of time, the weakening effect of the dreamscape on his abilities wasn’t that significant. Even if the dreamscape created by the man in the officer’s uniform was stronger than Ved’s, the rate of weakening was just a bit faster than last night’s encounter with Ved.

On the man’s side in the officer’s uniform, although the Gene Potion provided him with near B-level overall strength, most of that increase was actually in his dreamscape ability, and the enhancement to his own physical condition was not much, being just barely comparable to He Ao at his peak with Super Memory activated.

Of course, as the dreamscape gradually devoured He Ao’s soul and his body weakened, this disparity would grow larger and larger.

So, this was also a race against time, He Ao had to defeat the military uniformed man before the gap between him and the officer became too wide for him to resist.

He Ao clenched the axe handle, he had not turned off his Super Memory, there was no more time for the extreme operation of rapidly turning it on and off to save usage time, as his body grew weaker, any mistake could lead to a disastrous end.

He fixed his gaze on the military uniformed man, placing a mark on him.

Then he spoke softly, "Magician?"

Upon hearing this, the military uniformed man was taken aback, looked at He Ao with some surprise, then chuckled, "It seems that during this time, you have acquired some unexpected ’mystical knowledge’. My abilities are indeed similar to a Magician’s, you may think of me as a Magician."

He brandished his scythe, once again hooking it towards He Ao.

In response to He Ao’s query, he did not admit directly, but threw up a smokescreen.

However, his surface thoughts had betrayed his first reaction to He Ao’s question, his D-level Talent Sequence was indeed ’Magician’.

In the battle among Transcendents, information disparity can sometimes be a crucial factor that affects the outcome of the fight. Knowing enough about the opponent’s Talent Sequence can often lead to a quick end of the battle by exploiting their strengths and weaknesses.

He Ao was very familiar with the ’Magician’ Talent Sequence because his main world’s original Talent Sequence was that of a Magician.

From the information he obtained from the ’The Forged Pages of Knowledge’, there were four C-level Talent Sequences corresponding to Magician: ’Talent Sequence 72: Secret Mage’, ’Talent Sequence 73: Trickster’, ’Talent Sequence 74: Instrumentalist Magician’, ’Talent Sequence 75: Magic Warrior’.

The military uniformed man maintained his rationality, which would suggest a normal advancement to C-level, so his Talent Sequence must be within these four.

First to eliminate was the Secret Mage, as He Ao himself was a Secret Mage, and he was very clear that Secret Mages did not enhance physical fitness to the extent displayed by the military uniformed man.

Likewise, the subsequent ’Trickster’ and ’Instrumentalist Magician’ could also be eliminated. The names of the Talent Sequences are often related to the actual powers, both of these Talent Sequences appeared to be non-combat oriented and probably wouldn’t offer much more enhancement to physical fitness than the Secret Mage.

Then the answer was quite clear.

He Ao raised his axe, this time he did not rashly close the distance with the military uniformed man, instead, while blocking the attacks, he directly looked at the military uniformed man and asked in a low voice, "Magic Warrior?"

The military uniformed man was taken aback.

In that instant, He Ao suddenly gathered all his strength in his arms, fiercely knocking aside the scythe aimed at his body, and in a fluid motion threw his axe directly at the military uniformed man’s forehead from close range.

At the same time, his body leapt to the right side.

The military uniformed man had not expected He Ao to throw his weapon at him. At such a close distance, he could not dodge in time, he could only lean back, while simultaneously retracting his scythe, attempting to use the handle to deflect the airborne axe.

Clank—

Accompanying a crisp sound, the white bone axe, as pure as jade, scattered to the right.

Boom—

A hand emerged from the depths of the void, firmly gripping the handle of the flying bone axe.

He Ao raised the axe head and looked at the uniformed officer again.

He could retrieve the axe, not because he had gained the ability to recall it. In the main world, his true self might have been able to do so with "Retrieve objects from the air," a Miracle Magic power, but in the Copy World, he didn’t possess such a convenient Miracle.

The recent recovery of the axe was wholly reliant on the incomplete battle model of the uniformed officer constructed from his Super Memory, combined with his own battle intuition for precise calculation.

Of course, even so, he could only guess the approximate area where the axe would be deflected. When he caught the axe just now, he had still taken a few steps, relying on the actual trajectory of the axe at the end.

The scythe belonged to weapons with a larger attack range, and if he couldn’t close in, He Ao would only be able to attack the uniformed officer from a distance.

This action of throwing and then retrieving the axe allowed him to possess a certain capability for ranged attacks.

Of course, the current calculation was still rough, and the exact range of the axe’s deflection couldn’t necessarily be accurately determined; there was even the risk of losing the weapon.

"It seems you know quite a lot," said the officer in uniform, gesturing with the scythe toward He Ao once more.

The collision had struck exactly on the blade of the axe, leaving a not-so-shallow mark on the handle of his scythe. As He Ao had anticipated, the material of the scythe’s handle wasn’t as good as the blade’s.

At that moment, the officer in uniform also figured out He Ao’s intention for a ranged attack; he had to close the distance with He Ao. Although dragging out the time would be more advantageous for himself, the destructive power exhibited by the bone axe left him uncertain of whether he could withstand He Ao’s ranged attacks.

He Ao gripped the handle of the axe, watching the uniformed man’s movements carefully.

From the thoughts that flashed through the officer’s mind after He Ao mentioned the term ’Magic Warrior,’ he had largely confirmed that the officer’s Talent Sequence was indeed that of a Magic Warrior.

This Talent Sequence seemed to be sandwiched between Mage and Warrior.

But its origin was still ’Magician.’

A Magician’s skill was known as Miracle Magic, which wasn’t true magic but a solidified form of magic—a magical feat that would normally require certain methods, solidified into an actual ’Miracle.’

Having once been through the Magician stage, He Ao was well aware that to solidify a piece of Miracle Magic, a Magician first had to be able to perform it, to ’Deceive’ the audience, before it could be solidified into a ’Miracle.’

Therefore, Miracle Magic and the ability to control fire displayed by the Flame Master were entirely different things.

Miracle Magic has one core aspect that remains unchanged, even when it is solidified from magic into a Miracle—that during its performance, it cannot cause real harm to the user.

Magic has always been about deception, no matter how miraculous it may seem. It is created through props or means of ’Deception.’ It is not a true ’Miracle.’

For instance, if a magician performs a beheading magic trick, he certainly wouldn’t actually decapitate himself—it must be achieved through props or some method. When such magic is solidified into ’Miracle Magic,’ it also won’t harm the magician, but rather be solidified into something similar to a ’Hallucination,’ a type of Miracle.

At this moment, the ability of the man in the military uniform to emit ’close-range electricity’ must also be derived from the ’Miracle Magic’ he solidified at D-level, which is a kind of dangerous magic that manipulates electric currents.

This magic is very dangerous to perform, but theoretically, the electric current should not really come into contact with the magician’s skin, as it would be directed away in some manner.

Looking at He Ao’s experience of being promoted to ’Secret Mage,’ after ascending to C-level, the ’Miracle Magic’ that was solidified at D-level had been enhanced, becoming a kind of ’miracle’ with even greater power. However, their essence was still those original acts of Miracle Magic.

The power of the Talent Sequences is balanced, an enhancement in one aspect inevitably leads to weakening in another.

As He Ao was promoted to Secret Mage, his original Miracle Magic was considerably strengthened, so his physical enhancement was not as significant.

And the man in the military uniform in front of me is a ’Magic Warrior,’ his physical abilities had seen substantial increase. Thus, the enhancement of his original Miracle Magic probably wasn’t as considerable; in essence, it should still be closer to what it was at D-level.

In He Ao’s mind, thoughts raced. Although all these ideas were speculation based on his own experience, they could still be tried out under the circumstances.

As the man in military uniform lunged forward, He Ao threw the bone axe in his hand once again.

The man in the military uniform wanted to control the axe, but seeing its sharp blade, he gave up.

This time, he didn’t knock the blade away but instead dodged it directly, rushing towards He Ao, now weaponless.

For ranged attacks, he didn’t necessarily have to engage the thrown axe; he could dodge it, which would then increase the distance He Ao would need to cover to retrieve the axe.

Meanwhile, He Ao, who had already dodged to the side, looked clearly stunned, apparently not expecting the man in the military uniform to simply dodge the axe.

The dancing bone axe smashed against the thick walls of the core server room, sending stone fragments flying.

He Ao quickly rolled and ran toward the direction where the axe had struck.

"Jess, your experience is still too shallow."

But by now, the man in the military uniform had closed the distance, and a giant scythe stabbed towards He Ao’s back.

He Ao leaped forward in a roll, the sharp scythe slicing open his clothes and leaving a trail of blood on his back. He staggered and dodged the attack, his blood gleaming with a yellow radiance splashing on the ground.

Short-lived arcs of electricity from the scythe’s blade touched his body, threatening to immobilize him again, but he forcefully activated his muscles to break through and carried on moving forward.

The arcs on the scythe were a bit weaker than those surrounding the man’s body, though in this process, He Ao still exhibited a brief stiffness in his movements.

After dodging the strike, He Ao was even closer to the axe.

The few meters between them were, for him and the man in the military uniform, merely the blink of an eye.

He rushed towards the bone axe, while the man in the military uniform, wielding the scythe, was hot on his heels.

Blood splattered in the air

It was like the Grim Reaper chasing those on the brink of death.

Finally, He Ao reached out to grab the handle of the bone axe embedded in the wall.

The man in the military officer’s uniform behind him also raised the scythe high.

The man in the military officer’s uniform hadn’t expected victory to suddenly favor him so; he had thought that the fight with He Ao would be tough, considering He Ao’s battle record and how he had killed Ved, who was not much weaker than himself.

He had thought it would take until He Ao was weakened before he could emerge victorious and kill him.

But he hadn’t expected He Ao to make such a low-level mistake; in such evenly matched combat, there was no room for error, and even the slightest oversight could lead to the advent of death.

"Your corpse will be of use."

A grim smile curled up at the corner of his mouth as he looked at He Ao gripping the axe handle.

Pulling out the axe handle would take time, albeit just an instant.

But that instant was enough to decide life or death.

However, he hadn’t noticed that He Ao’s left foot was resting underneath a block-shaped object.

Rise!

He Ao concentrated all his strength into his left foot and with a fierce lift,

the huge alloy door suddenly flew up, crashing towards the man in the military officer’s uniform.

As he watched the alloy door, the man in the military officer’s uniform was stunned.

This kind of high-strength alloy was essentially non-insulating.

He now had two choices, to turn off the electric field, forgoing the force that causes He Ao to stiffen and the chance to kill He Ao directly, or to maintain the electric field and take a gamble.

Looking at He Ao, who was within arm’s reach, he made a decision, continuing to thrust down with the scythe that flickered with electric arcs.

The sharp blade pierced into He Ao’s shoulder.

A thrill of victory surged through the man in the military officer’s uniform. Although these arcs couldn’t completely affect He Ao’s body, they could, like what had just grazed He Ao’s back, momentarily hinder his movements.

He had won.

In that instant, the gigantic alloy door crashed onto his body, connecting him to the surrounding electric field.

The shining arcs burst instantly along the alloy door, coursing through his body and causing a temporary rigidity.

This was the biggest problem with his protective electric field; that barrier was initially created during the solidification of his magic, wearing a current-guiding insulated suit. This barrier was a protective measure that shielded his body from his own electric field.

His body itself had no resistance to electricity; miracle magic would not change the structure of his body.

Should this insulating barrier be breached by a conductive material, the electric field originally protecting him would attack and stiffen him.

However, the moment he felt the rigidity, he immediately shut off the protective electric field, and the sensation of being electrocuted disappeared.

With years of training, his resistance to electricity had greatly improved, and the rigidity would soon end, while his scythe’s blade was already embedded in He Ao’s body, limiting He Ao’s movements as well.

He was betting that his own electrical resistance was higher than He Ao’s; by trading injury for injury, by the time he recovered, He Ao would not have yet.

He would still win this fight.

But in that very moment, he felt the resistance previously encountered by the scythe lighten.

As the alloy door that had smashed onto him gradually slid down, right in front of him, a pristine bone axe cleaved toward his chest.

In such a battle, any tiny mistake could lead to painful consequences.

At this moment, he finally realized that the arcs from the scythe couldn’t really affect He Ao’s movements; everything He Ao had done before was a deception.

Blood, squeezed from forcing his stiffened body to move, covered He Ao’s skin, even his face was stippled with tiny beads, creating a bizarre, bright red.

He looked at the man in the military officer’s uniform, slowly revealing a smile.

The pristine bone axe, covered with Divine Sense, cleaved towards the man’s chest, splitting his ribs and his thorax.

Blood, glowing with a grey-purple sheen, splashed over He Ao’s face.

The man in the military officer’s uniform was flung away, and He Ao followed swiftly, hacking at the man’s waist and abdomen with two more axe strikes.

As blood sprayed, the glow from the energy network within the man’s body rapidly dimmed.

At that moment, the man in the military officer’s uniform finally regained a bit of control from the rigidity; he raised his scythe, trying to fend off He Ao.

But it was already too late. He Ao raised his left hand, bracing it against the handle of the scythe.

With the sharp blade of the scythe less than three centimeters from the back of his neck, he swung the bone axe forcefully, destroying the last energy confluence point in the man’s chest.

The glow from the energy network instantly faded, and the man was again propelled into the glass curtain wall. He Ao, with the axe now slung at his waist, pressed on.

The man in the military officer’s uniform struggled to lift his hand, trying to launch another attack on He Ao, only to have the scythe wrenched from his grasp as He Ao harshly snapped his right leg, destroying the energy confluence point there,

His body lost control, lurching forward; and as he pitched forward, He Ao sharply lifted the scythe, its sharp blade flying upward and swiftly piercing through his throat.

In the splattering blood, the last key energy hub in the throat of the man in the officer’s uniform was also destroyed.

The dim energy network suddenly shattered.

He Ao released the scythe, turned around, pulled out the bone axe from his waist, and walked to the glass curtain wall.

In the recent battle, he did not use "Ease Thought" to modify the decisions of the man in the officer’s uniform; that final choice was made by the man himself.

By He Ao’s side, the corpse of the man in the officer’s uniform staggered and knelt on the ground, his eyes wide, body gradually decomposing.

He Ao did not look at the man’s corpse but instead stared intently at the glass curtain wall.

From such a close distance, He Ao could see through the glass curtain wall to the structure behind it.

It was a huge bowl-shaped deep pit, covered in dense purple flowing lights that constructed a vast array.

Hovering above the pit was a kind of purple fog, with long tubes extending into it, seemingly collecting this fog.

At the very bottom of the pit, bodies were piled up like trash, their blood forming a shallow blood pool.

Each time the array covering the whole pit flickered, the blood pool in the pit became shallower, while the light fog floating above became denser bit by bit.

From the clothes on these bodies, most of them seemed to be homeless wanderers, similar to those locked up in the mental hospital.

Under the perspective of Super Memory, He Ao could see the souls tethered by the array, struggling in agony; these souls densely filled the entire pit.

Their flesh and souls were the raw materials the Mysterious Person used to pay the ’price.’

These arrays were already vastly different from the ones created by Jess’s father, having been created by the Mysterious Person after absorbing the knowledge of Jess’s father’s arrays.

He Ao observed the arrays closely, deconstructing the role of the components that made up the array.

This array was a simplified and incomplete version of a ritual that did not directly invoke ’power,’ but rather used the rules of the ritual to turn those ’prices’ into a ’higher density’ and more manageable Transcendent substance.

Similar to the array in the mental hospital, this array was also incomplete, hence it was one that continually operated to give the appearance of an ongoing ritual, with its core object being the purple fog floating above the pit.

This fog was the final product of the array, the condensed form of the ’price,’ and the continuous operating core of the entire array; the array could not directly draw on fresh blood and souls for energy and required this condensed form of the price as an energy supply to operate.

He Ao watched all this, silent for a moment.

Then he approached the glass curtain wall, raised the bone axe in his hand, and struck down fiercely.

Amidst the splattering glass shards, a gash was cleaved into the thick glass curtain wall.

Then he pulled out the wooden case from his back, extending it through the opening.

The fog in the pit seemed to sense some peculiar attraction and surged towards the wooden case.

Merging into the array within the case.

The array engraved on the wooden case was closer to a complete ritual, containing the steps needed for these condensed substances to move forward.

These condensed substances, like semi-finished products, naturally gathered upon the array on the wooden case to be further processed and transformed into the ritual’s final aim, ’energy,’ mixing with the energy originally stored in He Ao’s case.

He Ao used this feature to turn the wooden case into a unique ’vacuum cleaner,’ absorbing the condensed substances.

There wasn’t much fog in the pit; the Mysterious Person had not left too much fog here.

Most of the fog had likely been collected for use, so in a brief period, the density of fog in the pit was absorbed below the minimum required to maintain the operation of the entire array.

The network filled with purple light, covering the entire pit, trembled, and then suddenly collapsed.

The imprisoned souls regained their freedom.

At this moment, He Ao had already turned off Super Memory, but he could still feel something cold passing by him from the emptiness around him.

It seemed like someone was saying farewell to him.

...

In his dream vision, with the death of the man in the officer’s uniform, the power sustaining the dream also slowly dissipated.

Perhaps because the man’s strength was greater, the disintegration of the dream this time was not as rapid.

In the dream, He Ao sat at the dining table, quietly stirring the noodles in his plate.

Sunlight and dining room — this warm and familiar space was scattering away like ashes consumed by flames, dispersed by the breeze.

It was then that He Ao felt someone watching him.

He looked up to see his mother sitting opposite him.

At this moment, the wall behind his mother was also gradually fading into nothingness.

He watched his mother stand up, straightening his disheveled collar for him.

She looked at him, a gentle smile on her face,

"Let me take another look at you."