Life Game In Other World
Chapter 620: Genius is the Future Legend (Super Long - , Seeking Monthly Pass)

Chapter 620: Chapter 620: Genius is the Future Legend (Super Long Chapter, Seeking Monthly Pass)

The dim light illuminated the blood-stained corridor where broken machinery stacked into little mounds, sparkling with mechanical firelight.

Sounds of twisted husks moving echoed in the silent darkness.

It seemed as though someone was slowly approaching through the night, or as though a creature on all fours was crawling slowly and laboriously across the ground.

Sharp nails scraped across the metal floor, making a sizzling, piercing noise.

Under the dim light, the sound approached from afar, like the Grim Reaper’s scythe scraping the ground, coming closer bit by bit.

"Damn it."

A man leaning against a toppled piece of huge machinery spat as he dragged his bloodstained left leg back from behind the cabinet.

He raised the assault rifle in his hand, ejected the magazine, and tossed it aside.

Then his hand searched around his waist until he found another magazine in the deepest pocket,

"Just the last one left, damn fast usage."

He inserted the magazine into the rifle, pulling back the bolt.

In the silent space, an echo mixed with his speech and the sound of the bolt reached out.

The echo was like another person present in this deathly stillness, accompanying him.

He didn’t raise the gun immediately but waited for the scraping noise to come closer before leaning out from the edge of the machinery cabinet, raised the gun toward the back, and pulled the trigger.

A torrent of flames burst forth from the muzzle, followed by a downpour of bullets pouring into the depths of the grey world.

After unloading those bullets, the man didn’t check the results behind him but immediately withdrew back behind the cabinet.

In actuality, he couldn’t see what was happening behind him.

The monsters were hidden in the shadows, their exact positions unseen, and relying on sight easily led to missed shots. He could only depend on sound and instinct to locate them.

And as he withdrew, he distinctly heard the muffled sound of bullets hitting flesh.

The two sharpest noises that had been closest had vanished, and the closest sound now was a good distance away.

He leaned forward and glanced at another old metallic heap that served as ’cover’ in the dimness ahead.

Holding the gun, he crawled forward, his arms alternating in support, dragging his injured leg and body swiftly ahead.

Suddenly, a ghastly, terrifying face appeared in his field of vision, staring at him, smiling wickedly with sharp features.

He paused, instinctively raising his gun to shoot, but in the blink of an eye, the ghastly face disappeared.

"Fuck, another damn hallucination."

He cursed softly and continued forward, soon reaching the new cover.

He first pushed his upper body into it, then dragged his injured leg behind the cover.

"Damn bastards, I’m still alive."

He spat again and looked at the assault rifle in his hands, then toward the area ahead of him.

Ahead there was no longer any new cover, and the originally dim lights were now completely extinguished, leaving only deep darkness.

The man didn’t know what was in that darkness, but he suspected it was probably something worse.

Intense pain emanated from the wound on his thigh, and dizziness from the prolonged blood loss filled his mind.

The sharp sounds began to echo behind him again, gradually drawing closer.

"Fucking scumbags, you want to play, huh?"

The man turned back, peering out from behind the cover, aimed in the direction of the sound, and squeezed the trigger relentlessly.

A series of muffled groans came through once more.

Those were the sounds of bullets striking the monsters.

The man turned back to gaze into the deep darkness.

He pulled out the magazine to look at it; there were only enough bullets for one more burst.

With no suitable cover ahead, he couldn’t crawl forward any longer.

He was very aware of the monsters’ patterns.

Whenever he was exposed to their view, the monsters would speed up and swarm him.

That’s why up until now, he had been using cover and shadows to hide his form, moving from one cover to the next with extreme caution.

But now, with no cover in front, he had no way to conceal himself any longer. If he continued forward, those surging monsters would tear him to pieces.

The sharp scraping sounds resumed behind him, growing steadily closer once again.

At first, when he heard this sound, he would get inexplicably irritable. Now, he had gradually gotten used to it.

It seemed as if a mist was spreading in the void, followed by the sound of gongs fading into the distance.

In that mist, long lines of staggering figures appeared, moving slowly through it.

"This hallucination is quite appropriate, prepping me for my funeral in advance."

Since he first entered this place, his vision occasionally flickered with bizarre sights, overlapping with the real world.

And now, as his life was slowly ebbing away, these weird hallucinations seemed to be occurring more and more often.

In the real world, these odd visions were somewhat bearable, inducing just a bit of fear, but in this already bizarre and grotesque area, they greatly interfered with his cognition.

Several times, he had mistaken hallucinations for reality, wasting ammunition, or confused reality for illusions and got struck by monsters, sustaining several wounds.

Up to this point, he had not completely distinguished between reality and the dream world, but that no longer mattered.

After all, he was about to die.

"Damn it, I knew I shouldn’t have gotten involved in this mess,"

He found himself missing the millet porridge his mother used to cook.

But he didn’t truly regret it, everyone who entered the ruins knew they might die there.

He was prepared for death as well.

It was just that dying in such an unknown place, unknown to all, felt somewhat suffocating.

He poked his head out and emptied the bullets in his gun in one breath.

Then, accompanied by the sound of bullets sinking into flesh, he tossed his rifle to the ground and drew the short knife strapped to his thigh, "You bastard mongrels, let’s see if your claws are sharper or if it’s my knife."

He looked towards the dark passageway ahead.

Maybe if he charged straight ahead, there would still be a glimmer of hope.

The monster in the front had been taken down by him, and it would take time for the others to catch up.

And judging by the fact that only one or two monsters at a time made it to the front,

Maybe he could fend off the first two that approached and then leap into that dark area.

In complete darkness, these monsters might not be able to see him.

Maybe, he could survive.

The hope for life gave him new strength, he slowly stood up, enduring the severe pain in his leg, and got into a sprinter’s stance.

In that instant, a black shadow suddenly dropped from above his head.

It was a humanoid ’lifeform’ roughly the height of a normal person, with no skin, its blood vessels and muscles starkly exposed, fine metallic wires intertwined among them.

It lifted its head, gazing at the man.

In place of where its eyes should have been, there were just two bloody hollows.

On its head was a grey-black helmet.

The helmet clung tightly to its skull, as if embedded within the bone.

"Another damn illusion?"

The man raised his short knife, striking at the helmet on the creature’s head.

From the previous fights, he had learned that these mechanical helmets were the real ’control centers’ of the monsters.

The monster raised its hand, which was covered with hard metal claws.

Kang—

The sharp claws blocked the man’s attack.

Not an illusion?!

The man was startled; weren’t the monsters behind supposed to take some time before they could reach him?

Right then, a gray glow flowed across the grey-black helmet atop the monster’s head, a sight the man had never seen before.

He changed his move in a flash, taking advantage of the instant the light glowed, his blade slipped past the claws, and he sliced through the monster’s neck.

As the creature’s head flew off, the man, ignoring the intense pain in his leg, rolled forward, widening the distance between himself and the monster.

At that moment, his eyes caught sight of the spot he had just been behind.

Chill, gray glows flickered densely in the area behind him.

Distorted ’shadows’ slowly stood up, fixating their gaze on the man.

They were standing right behind the cover the man had just been hiding behind.

"Truly playing me for a fool."

The man let out a bitter laugh and gripped the short knife in his hand.

These monsters had never been taken down, they moved without needing to scrape their claws against the ground to make sound, they just disguised themselves like this, and then ’toyed’ with the man.

And now, as the man approached the dark area, this ’game’ had finally come to an end.

The head he had just severed rolled to the feet of another creature, which then picked it up.

Countless gray lights sparkled in the darkness, and the monsters raised their metallic claws, charging toward the man.

"C’mon then, you bastard mongrels."

The man lifted his short knife.

He no longer retreated, but charged towards the monsters swinging their metallic claws.

His dagger collided with those claws, and almost at the moment of collision, the sturdy dagger was sent flying away.

A few metallic spikes brushed past the man’s face, shot out from the claws of the monster behind as metal ’nails.’

At the same time, the sharp metallic claws of the monster before him dug towards the man’s heart and skull.

I’m going to die.

The man watched it all unfold.

In the dim space, sprawling fields from the real world seemed to appear, along with that low-lying house he called home.

Then, these scenes vanished like morning mist, like smoke disappearing.

And in that instant, a blinding light burst forth from the darkness behind the man.

The radiant light shone like the sun, and fierce power scorched everything around it like a blazing flame.

What is this? A hallucination?

The man stared dumbfounded at the scene before him, watching as the monsters rushing towards him were shattered by the powerful glow, melted into charred husks, a mix of metal and flesh.

The light intimidated the entire group of monsters but did little to alleviate the man’s deathly situation.

Several monsters had already reached him.

The man tried to escape, to buy himself time, but he had no room to move.

Just as the claws were about to pierce his heart, a pure white radiance, like a blade cutting through the night, streaked across his vision and the bodies of the monsters before him.

The monsters were bisected at the waist, their upper husks were blown away, soaring into the sky.

The man watched dumbfounded as the figure holding a bone sword stood before him, his eyes wide with shock,

"Minister He Ao?"

Immediately after, he looked up at the limbs flying in the sky. The monsters were not dead; the damage to their bodies had caused them almost no harm.

At that moment, the monsters were raising their hands, with metallic claws aimed at He Ao.

The man hastily shouted, "Watch out for their sneak attacks, their weak spot is on the top of their heads."

"Hmm."

He Ao lightly tossed the bone sword in his hand upwards, then leaped into the air.

Several metallic spikes were shot out from the monsters’ claws, hitting where He Ao had just been standing.

By the time He Ao leaped up, he had already caught up with the bone sword thrown in the air and grasped the hilt.

At that moment, he was very close to the monsters that he had sent flying.

He lifted the bone sword, and its white blade traced an arc of a crescent moon in the sky, severing the dark helmets one after another.

Finally, he sheathed his sword and landed on the ground.

Above his head, the helmets in the sky burst open one by one, like summer fireworks, bursting into brilliant colors.

The man behind He Ao watched the scene with a vacant stare.

The monsters, which he considered extremely dangerous, were as fragile as potato chips in the hands of the young man before him.

And the monsters standing before He Ao also ’witnessed’ the sight just now.

They slowly retreated, their bodies congregating together, gradually moving towards a certain monster in the middle.

One by one, they drew close to each other, some even climbing onto the shoulders of another monster.

Thin metallic threads extended from the monsters’ bodies, like needles stitching flesh, sewing their bodies together, and in the blink of an eye, they formed the colossal body of a giant.

The giant’s head was almost entirely composed of gray-black helmets.

A terrible oppressive force spread out.

This giant was no weaker than the monster with the tentacle back He Ao had encountered just now.

He Ao observed the gray-black helmets.

They appeared to be some kind of parasites.

Based on the structure He Ao had just cleaved through, these helmets seemed to be purely mechanical.

The ’monsters’ looked like humans who were once aboard this spaceship, who, after being parasitized by mechanical helmets, underwent some sort of transformation, becoming what they are now.

Mechanical parasites controlling a body of flesh and blood.

A wondrous form of parasitism.

The enormous creature before him might be the unified ’entity’ of these mechanical parasites.

He Ao narrowed his eyes slightly as he studied the silver threads that were almost invisible in the dim light, used for stitching the flesh together.

These threads were clearly all metallic as well.

And they covered the entire body of the creature.

All metal, huh.

He Ao reached for the Miracle Wand at his waist.

The colossal monster watched He Ao, but it did not attack him directly. Instead, it took a helmet off its body and handed it to He Ao.

The man standing behind He Ao watched the scene, understanding the monster’s intention.

It wanted He Ao to put on the helmet, to ’join’ them, to accept its control.

It did not offer He Ao any other choice.

And the consequences of refusal were quite obvious.

The man looked nervously at He Ao’s back. The sense of oppression from the monster had exceeded his understanding, and he was unsure if the young minister could handle such a formidable enemy.

He glanced at the dagger that had been knocked away. Perhaps he could take some pressure off He Ao.

At that moment, He Ao merely looked down at the helmet in the monster’s hand, then at the bone sword in his own.

He had just effortlessly shattered a few helmets just like it.

Then he shook his head in disdain, "Your stuff is too shoddy."

He turned around and approached the man behind him, "Are you Shu Gui?"

"Minister He, you know me?"

Shu Gui was somewhat surprised but then quickly realized that it might not be the right time to discuss this. Looking at He Ao and then at the terrifying monster behind him, he said, "Minister He, to turn your back to this monster..."

"You mean that one?"

He Ao looked back at the monster that was growing increasingly enraged. Although the monster couldn’t understand what He Ao was saying, it seemed to comprehend the disdain on He Ao’s face and now its state was even more frenzied.

He Ao turned back to Shu Gui,

"It’s actually quite nice. It even gave me a gift just now, though it was a little lacking. These monsters are actually quite kind-hearted. Just now, one generous creature gave me a storage chip, a Plasma Cannon, and some Energy Blocks..."

Shu Gui: ???

Behind He Ao, the terrifying monster had already raised its claw and was bringing it down towards He Ao.

"Of course, the process of receiving these gifts hasn’t always been smooth sailing."

At that moment, He Ao continued, "Sometimes there might be small mishaps, like..."

The monster’s gigantic hand was now above He Ao’s head, blocking out all the light above him.

"Now."

He Ao didn’t look back; he just shrugged his shoulders.

Thunder Flash!

Glittering lightning descended from heaven, carrying the immense force of nature, pierced the darkness, illuminating the entire space and the monster’s massive body.

The power of the thunder traveled down all the metal equipment, reaching every corner of the monster’s body.

Bang bang bang—

That was the sound of the grayish-black helmets explosively bursting, as Flame Flowers bloomed on the vast husks.

It was like a grand finale of fireworks.

"Well," He Ao looked back at the monster as it collapsed thunderously, "but this time we probably won’t be able to get any gifts."

Thunder Flash was a C-level Miracle in the Miracle Wand.

Sometimes, this special power would have miraculous effects when dealing with special situations.

He Ao had once demonstrated this miracle in the main world.

Shu Gui stared dumbfounded at the entire scene, witnessing the seemingly unbeatable monster crumble, fall, and turn into exploding fireworks with ease.

He was so shaken that he could not find the words to describe his shock. Countless words converged at his lips, leaving only one,

"Holy shit!"

At this time, He Ao had already turned around and was beginning to examine the remains of the monster.

"Surprised?"

A soft laugh came from behind.

Shu Gui turned his head and saw a gentle and serene-looking woman, carrying a cannon that was even taller than her, walking over.

She came up to Shu Gui, smiling as she propped the cannon next to herself, "You’ll get used to it. Our Minister He is good at achieving the impossible."

"He looks so young,"

Shu Gui remarked, "I never believed someone could truly be so talented, but now I do."

"A genius is the legend of the future,"

Zhang Yusi shook her head, "And Minister He is already a legend."

At this moment, He Ao returned with an object that looked like a storage chip, its surface slightly charred. He looked at Shu Gui,

"What about those people who were with you just now, the ones not from the Research Institute?"