Life Game In Other World
Chapter 754: The 11th Official Copy (Super Large - for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 754: Chapter 754: The 11th Official Copy (Super Large Chapter for Monthly Ticket)

[0 years old: You were born, your name is Yiluo, and you were born in Wint City, the largest city in the northwest of the Federation.]

[1 year old: Your father owns a small private security company, and your mother is a dance teacher at a private primary school.]

[2 years old: Wint City is one of the few cities in the Federation with a harbor, and the essence of the Storm Sea accompanied your childhood.]

[3 years old: You have a brother who is eleven years older than you, he likes you a lot and often plays with you. Your parents are busy with their work, so you spend most of your time with your brother after he finishes school each day.]

[4 years old: You started attending a private kindergarten nearby, made many new friends, and some friends gave you a plastic medal that shone with radiance. You thought it was pretty and took it home.]

[5 years old: While tidying up the house, your mother found your plastic medal. You had never seen such an angry and panicked look on your parents’ faces before. Your father called you and your brother together, scolded you harshly, and forbade both of you from contacting or possessing these medals and their holders.

You were scared and became estranged from those ’friends’ who gave you the ’medal’.]

[6 years old: You successfully enrolled in the private primary school where your mother worked. Despite your mother being a teacher there, you didn’t receive much of a discount on the tuition fees.

You could rarely see a smile on your parents’ faces and did not know how to make them happy, so you could only try to be a good child. Your academic performance was very good, much better than your brother’s.

Each time you received your end-of-term evaluation, your parents would briefly show a relaxed expression and then take the family out for a big meal.

Nearing the end of the year, a special ’guest’ visited your home, a ’neighbor’ you once had.

Your mother asked you to play in the nearby room, and you did not hear clearly what they were discussing. You only knew that the ’neighbor’ wanted to introduce something ’bright’, ’pure’, and ’beautiful’ to your family.

You thought they were probably discussing vanilla-frosted cupcakes.]

[7 years old: You saw the ’plastic badge’ you had seen in kindergarten at your school. The people wearing the badges gathered together and did not play with the other students.

You overheard your father and mother saying the commissions in Wint City were getting lower, and it was becoming difficult to sustain the company.

Your brother was learning how to use firearms in your father’s company, and sometimes, when he returned home, he would secretly teach you.

By the end of the summer, your father told you he had taken on a big job and needed to go to Dawn City, which might mean he would be gone for a long time.

That was the first time you heard the name Dawn City. Your brother said that Dawn City was very far to the east and you had to cross the entire Federation to get there.

This year, your brother went to university.]

[8 years old: It wasn’t until the spring of this year that your father returned from Dawn City, bringing back many interesting things, and you were happy.

Your mother said your father made a lot of money this time, but you did not feel a particularly happy vibe from him.

Before the summer, your father went to Dawn City again and returned before winter, bringing back some strange ’souvenirs’.

Among them was an upside-down triangular wooden plank with a closed eye carved in the middle. Your father said he bought it from a Wilderness Wanderer Camp on the way back, and the Wanderer who sold it claimed that the plank could protect people’s safety.

You did not know if the plank could really protect people, but you only knew that the closed eye on the plank seemed to be ’watching’ you.

Except for the previous year, every year as winter approached, your father was especially busy, making you curious about what he was up to. So, he took you on a ’long trip’.

Several ’uncles’ dressed in the same clothes as your father joined you, traveling in a truck through many streets to a very old building.

You saw your father open the truck, which was filled with small bags of grain, and then they distributed the grain to some people in the building.]

[9 years old: You heard your brother say that every winter, your father went to the Storm Building to distribute synthetic food. Many of the employees in your father’s company were orphans from the Storm Building who couldn’t afford to eat, and your father taught them skills and then employed them.

At the end of autumn, a well-dressed gentleman visited your home. He seemed to be a good friend of your father’s, and at first, they conversed amicably, but then a heated argument erupted between them.

You saw the gentleman being chased out by your father.

Before the winter vacation every year, the school curriculum would become lighter, and you had a lot of time to play in the school. You and a few good friends climbed the school’s highest artificial mountain.

Then, you felt someone push you from behind.]

[10 years old: Screaming, alarms, flickering lights, intense tearing pain—that’s what you remember of that memory. When everything calmed down, you felt something placed on your forehead, followed by a pain like a fiery heartache.

When you regained consciousness, it was summer, and you seemed to be lying in a closed box, with tubes inserted into your veins and body.

You couldn’t open your eyes or move your body, but you could ’see’ the outside of the box and hear the voices outside. Often, it felt like someone was whispering in your ear.

You recognized that you were in your father’s study. The world seemed to have changed in your eyes, yet it seemed not to have changed at all.

In your ’field of vision’, you often saw some frenzied, distorted ’images’. Whenever you focused on these images, the whispers in your ears would burst like noise, and it felt like something twisted was writhing inside you, but as long as you did not look at them, you would be unharmed.]

[11 years old: Your mother and brother would often come here to keep you company. They would talk to you and share the fun things in life, and you gradually learned what had happened originally.

You fell from the artificial mountain, breaking your neck and damaging your brain. You were lucky not to have died immediately but became a permanent vegetative state.

Your parents took you home and made a life support device for you, and your father placed his ’protective’ wooden plank on your forehead.]

The doctor had thought your life might not extend beyond a month, yet you miraculously survived for over a year—your parents began to believe there might be a chance for you to wake up.

But from your family’s conversations, you also knew that things at home were not going well.

After graduating from college, your brother joined your father’s company. He told you that the company was on the brink of shutting down, the major clients were driving down prices drastically, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to pick up mercenary jobs.

Sometimes, the company’s monthly profit wasn’t even enough to cover the housing mortgage for that month.

You ’saw’ your father’s well-dressed ’friend’ again, and that was when you found out he was there to acquire your father’s company.

This time, the argument that broke out between them wasn’t because your father didn’t want to sell the company, but because he wasn’t willing to agree to retain the employee benefits he had instituted.

At the end of the quarrel, the man glanced in your direction and said to your father, ’This little coffin of yours is quite something.’

Enraged, your father threw him out.

From then on, your father became caught up in a strange kind of panic, pulling in two particularly individuals from his already scant staff to protect your mother.

Your mother thought this affected her work and even had a big fight with him about it.

Often, you could also hear the arguments between your father and brother in the living room.

Things at home were deteriorating fast, and you noticed many items from the study had been sold off.

[Age 12:

Just after the New Year, you overheard your parents discussing plans to send your brother and you away from Wint City as soon as the snow melted.

Your father even went so far as to arrange for increased security at home.

But you didn’t wait for the snow to melt.

One ordinary night, there was an uproar, and your mother disappeared.

Your father immediately had your brother prepare backup nutrition and oxygen canisters, then had him take you and a few familiar ’uncles’ to leave separately, while he went to look for your mother.

The SUV sped through the city under the cover of night, and you heard gunfire as intense as a torrential downpour.

You ’saw’ many people surrounding your vehicle.

The ’uncles’ defending you were killed, and your brother carried you into a small alleyway.

You watched bullets blaze like flames, saw your brother’s body covered in blood.

You saw him place you on an unmanned off-road vehicle, set a certain route, and saw flames from an explosion burning next to you.

You felt him draw something on your box, saw him take something from the car, then the vehicle started, carrying you into the streets.

Thunderous explosions rang out behind you.

Snowflakes drifted from the sky. Amidst the interceptions, the SUV entered a cluster of low-rise buildings. In a daze, you glimpsed your parents shot by bullets.

Everything seemed like fleeting shadows; bullets struck the SUV’s engine, and the out-of-control autopilot system careened wildly until you went over a ’cliff.’

The undulating sea water flooded over the hood of the car. Amidst the barrage of gunfire, the doors opened, and the ’box’ containing you slipped into the sea.

The attached nutrition and oxygen canisters on the box had long been destroyed; life was ebbing away inside you.

After an uncertain amount of time, you felt something ’fishing’ you out of the water.

[Your mission is: Eradicate the darkness in Eternal Radiance]

[Have fun gaming]

Boom—

The first thing to enter He Ao’s ’sight’ was a rapidly spinning chainsaw.

"Can this saw cut open this coffin?"

A big man with a simple dress and a full beard appeared in He Ao’s vision, "They sealed this thing so tight, besides that half-dead kid, there must be some treasure from that old geezer hidden inside. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have gone to such lengths to ensure the car carrying it got away."

"Don’t worry, my friend, this tool can even cut through Dragon Cavalry Fighters,"

The man holding the chainsaw laughed heartily, "Let’s see what kind of treasures that old guy from Novis was hiding, and whether it’s worth us coming all this way."

The violent sea wind whipped up and down the deck.

The view He Ao had at the moment wasn’t normal; his eyes were tightly shut, but he could still ’see.’

The ’people’ he saw in his eyes were not normal human shapes either, but some kind of twisted shadows overlaid on human bodies.

It seemed to be a small boat in the sea, the sky devoid of stars, only layers of dark clouds stacked like mountains.

And in the void everywhere, densely packed were patterns impossible to comprehend, as if filled with bizarre twists and Truth.

Whenever he ’gazed’ at these patterns, He Ao could hear violent whispers louder than the noise of a chainsaw by his ears.

He tried to open his eyes, but his body did not respond to his control.

"Stop the damn nonsense and hurry up,"

a hoarse voice rang out not far away, "We’ve already passed the safe waters. Do you think Storm Sea is like the girls at the Withered Tree Bar, to be bullied at will? In its presence, we are the damn little girls. I’m going first to help the boss steer the boat back; you hurry up."

"Alright, alright!"

The chainsaw was placed on the ’coffin,’ making a violent noise, "Speaking of girls, Novis’s wife is really pretty, with a good temperament and well-maintained. If the boss hadn’t ordered me to shoot directly, I would definitely..."

He Ao’s ’gaze’ turned towards those twisted patterns.

With the continuous sound of intense whispers, a horrific burning sensation came from his forehead.

A twisted force was seeping into his soul, enough to drive an ordinary person insane by now, but this kind of twisted corruption was still not too strong for him.

"Shut the fuck up, the boss ordered no survivors,"

Big Beard man kept a close eye on the coffin, "Otherwise, why the hell would we make the trip into Storm Sea this late? At night in the Storm Sea, besides storms, there are monsters everywhere. Let’s get this done quickly so we can play all night at the Withered Tree Bar with the money."

"I think the kid in this coffin must be long dead."

The chainsaw man spat and continued pressing down the chainsaw on the swaying deck.

"Dead or not, it’s just a matter of chainsawing. Be careful, Novis has been at it for many years; he must have collected some horrific ’treasure’,"

Big Beard looked up at the sky, where tiny, web-like lightning flashed through the gaps in the clouds, "It’s going to rain. We need to get back to the safe waters before it starts."

"Big Beard, do you feel something..."

Chainsaw man looked at the flying sparks, a metal clasp of the coffin completely cut open.

"What?"

Big Beard lowered his head, looking at the man opposite.

"Do you feel like someone is ’watching’ us?"

The chainsaw man stopped his work, trembling as he said, "Is the ’person’ in this coffin ’watching’ us?"

Boom—

Blinding thunder ripped through the sky.

The chainsaw man was so scared that he let go suddenly, and the chainsaw naturally shut off.

"It’s just a small broken kid, a half-dead, small broken kid, what is there to be afraid of?"

Big Beard took a deep breath, snatched the chainsaw, instantly activated it, and continued cutting the coffin.

Just then, he felt as if a gaze from within the coffin was watching him.

The gaze penetrated the dark night, the mist above Storm Sea, and even his soul.

He subconsciously stopped what he was doing.

"What the hell are you two doing?"

A cold snort sounded from behind.

"Boss, did you come up?"

The original chainsaw man trembled and turned his head back, looking behind, "There’s something odd about this coffin."

The next second, a figure wrapped in metal, seemingly a Mechanically Modified Person, appeared in He Ao’s sight.

"There’s a problem with the machinery; they’re fixing it," the mechanical man pushed Big Beard aside, "Useless thing."

He aimed at the coffin, lifting his hand, where dazzling radiance gathered.

Boom—

Another clap of thunder boomed.

The surrounding seawater began to surge violently, and the deck shook intensely.

The Mechanically Modified Man’s body swayed for a moment but quickly regained his footing.

The brilliant radiance in his palm was about to burst forth.

At that moment, he felt a certain "gaze" sweep over his soul.

His hand twitched unconsciously, and the brilliant light shifted upward slightly, still piercing the upper half of the "coffin."

"Boss is invincible!"

"Boss is invincible!"

Big Beard and Chainsaw Man started to flatter him simultaneously.

"Enough," the Mechanically Modified Man withdrew his hand, "Unfasten the holding clamps, and throw this coffin into the Storm Sea."

"Boss," Big Beard said with some confusion, "there might be something valuable inside this coffin."

"Throw it in, now that it’s no longer sealed, it will sink once in the sea."

The Mechanically Modified Man said without hesitation.

At the same time, He Ao felt the burning sensation on his forehead gradually weaken, and a certain twisted force filled his body.

His tightly closed eyes trembled.

Hearing the words of the Mechanically Modified Man, Big Beard and Chainsaw Man hesitated for a moment.

"Useless trash,"

The Mechanically Modified Man peered through the hole pierced by the laser cannon and could vaguely see the ’body’ lying inside.

He knew well that his shot had only penetrated the coffin but hadn’t harmed the ’person’ inside.

He stepped forward and started unfastening the clamps securing the coffin, cursing as he did so, "A bunch of idiots, even if there is something valuable inside, do you have the life to look at it, to use it? What’s the first rule of being a mercenary in the wilderness?"

"Greed and death go hand in hand."

Big Beard muttered, then hurried over to help his boss push the coffin.

Chainsaw Man quickly followed.

On the heaving deck, the three of them together pushed the coffin to the edge of the railing, then with combined force, shoved it overboard.

"Boss, is it just going to sink into the sea?"

As the coffin fell over the edge of the railing, Chainsaw Man asked, trembling.

"Nothing that sinks into the Storm Sea ever comes back alive."

The Mechanically Modified Man said softly, watching the coffin submerge in the water and then disappear into the turbulent sea.

"Let’s head back."

He turned around and walked toward the cabin, "They should have corrected the ship’s course by now; we need to get back before it starts raining."

"Tonight, I’m definitely going to stay all night at Withered Tree Bar."

Chainsaw Man shot a wary glance at the railing and turned back, following his boss.

"To be honest," Big Beard also turned around and took a small flask out of his pocket, taking a swig, "Novis’ wife is indeed beautiful and tasty, too bad if she were alive..."

Boom—

Blazing thunder streaked across the sky, illuminating the dark world.

A pale hand suddenly gripped the railing.

The three men walking ahead all paused simultaneously, stopping in their tracks.

"What did you say, what do you want to do?"

A hoarse and icy voice resounded behind the three men.

The voice carried a certain tearing stiffness, as if a person who had not spoken for a long time was pulling at a wrenched throat.