Life Game In Other World
Chapter 755: I am the Profaner (Big - for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 755: Chapter 755: I am the Profaner (Big Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

——Two minutes earlier——

When the icy seawater completely infiltrated the "Box" through the two openings.

He Ao finally shivered and opened his eyes.

He was met with pitch-black seawater.

Endless pain emanated from every inch of flesh and skin on his body, as a twisted and bizarre force was forcibly remodeling his atrophied physique.

He could feel himself lying in this "Nutrient Pod Coffin," slowly sinking, like a feather slipping through the air.

His other kind of "vision" was still functioning.

Below the undulating sea surface, the twisted patterns were denser.

Some kind of invisible call was also entering He Ao’s ears with the seawater, permeating his soul.

This call, stacking up with noise-like whispering, was tearing apart his mind.

A strong sensation of suffocation and the pressure of water pressed against his breathing.

In the midst of this severe pain, he held his breath and began to try to control his "body."

First his hands, then his torso.

He struggled to support his body, pulling out various canisters attached to him, tilting his cheek upwards, breaking through the seawater.

The seawater had not completely overtaken this "metal Nutrient Pod."

As the flowing liquid rapidly entered the "Nutrient Pod," some gases were not fully expelled, creating a small "air chamber" at the upper part of the coffin.

The streaming liquid slipped down from He Ao’s cheek as he took deep breaths, simultaneously reaching out to grasp a small gas cylinder fixed underneath the lid of the nutrient pod.

The external gas cylinder and nutrient canisters had been damaged in the fight; this internal gas cylinder was the only item that had been sustaining the person inside the Nutrient Pod all this time.

He Ao struggled to lift his hand to grab the gas cylinder’s outlet tube; the Nutrient Pod’s gas maintenance system was still operating, releasing only a small amount of gas each second.

Bang——

Just then, the entire Nutrient Pod trembled as if it had hit something.

He Ao’s actions did not cease; enduring the intense pain, his thin arms forcefully yanked the outlet tube and then manually pulled the gas cylinder’s initial valve to the maximum.

Hisss——

The compressed air stored in the cylinder gushed out instantly, and the water level inside the Nutrient Pod began to decline.

This was actually the principle of submarine surfacing, using compressed air to flush water out of the submarine’s tanks to reduce gravity and increase buoyancy.

The Nutrient Pod’s descent rate was very slow, indicating that there was enough air stored in the air chamber; gravity was only slightly greater than buoyancy. Adding a bit more gas should make the Nutrient Pod ascend.

He Ao didn’t know how much gas remained in the cylinder or whether the pressure was sufficient, but this was the only thing he could do given his current dire state.

If this method didn’t work, his only choice would be to open the inner door and swim up from the seabed.

That would be much more difficult than this plan.

And as the water level fell, the descent of the entire Nutrient Pod slowed down and began to ascend rapidly.

He Ao let out a sigh of relief, awkwardly stripped off his clothes, tore them in half, and when the water level dropped to the level of the outlet, he plugged the two outlets with his soaked clothing.

Then he placed his hand on the mechanical switch inside the Nutrient Pod.

Opening this Nutrient Pod from the outside required a password and complicated verification, but it was easy from the inside.

It was a switch that "Father" had specifically left for Yiluo.

At this time, his legs had also regained some mobility.

Whoosh—

Accompanied by the sound of water parting from above the Nutrient Pod’s lid, He Ao abruptly pulled the mechanical switch and reached out to push the lid open.

The sky, filled with thunder and lightning, appeared in his vision.

In front of him, a boat resembling a ’Fishing-Hunter’ vessel, about forty meters long, was heaving and turning on the sea’s surface.

And right above his head was the lifeboat hanging off the side of the ship.

He Ao struggled to sit up from the Nutrient Pod, supporting himself on its edge.

His arms were stronger than his legs. Twisted strength was gradually filling his body, and then, without hesitation, he propelled himself towards the ’lifeboat’ with forceful arms.

He successfully grabbed the rope attached to the lifeboat; the rolling sea carried his body in its sway, and then he looked down at the dark shadows surging below the pitch-black water.

With a forceful push upward, he ’climbed’ onto the edge of the deck.

—Now—

Big Beard turned his head, looking behind him. The first thing he saw was the pale face of a young boy, wet hair clinging to his cheeks.

He was slender, wearing only a flimsy white shirt, with seawater absorbed by his clothes flowing down his pale skin to the damp deck.

Boom—

The thunder, like spreading branches, lit up the sky, as well as the boy’s unusually pale cheeks, which had not seen sunlight for a long time.

Under the wet locks of hair were eyes as dark as night, yet seeming to burn with fierce flames.

Like a dead man who had plunged into an endless abyss, rising from the depths, lifting his coffin lid, he returned to the world of the living with the flames of hell.

"Devil! Are you a human or a ghost!!!"

The chainsaw man, dragging his saw, looked shakily at the frail figure of the boy.

"You’re the one from the coffin; how did you get up here?"

Big Beard was calmer than his companion. Shaking, he raised his head to look behind the boy, while his hand reached for his waist, feeling for the gun holstered there, "No one can return from the Storm Sea!"

"Perhaps you should take a look for yourself?"

He Ao tilted his head slightly, calmly watching Big Beard before him.

His voice was hoarse as if his throat had been broken, and his breathing was not smooth. His body was in severe pain every moment, every movement brought him the agony of a thousand needles piercing his skin.

"No more nonsense, cover me,"

The Mecha in the back roared out, raising the palm of his hand. A faint radiance gathered there, "Damn it, he’s just a twelve-year-old kid; what are you afraid of? Just go for it, kick him back into the sea."

Then, without hesitation, he pushed the man with the chainsaw, shoving him directly towards He Ao.

The chainsaw man hesitated for a moment, seeing himself getting closer to He Ao, looking at He Ao’s frail body as if suddenly filled with courage.

He lifted the chainsaw, aiming a blow at He Ao’s head.

At the same time, Big Beard also drew his gun from his waist and aimed it at He Ao.

Bang—

The bullet was faster than the chainsaw, but on this violently shaking deck, even at such a close range, there was no accuracy to speak of.

The scorching bullet struck the deck, splashing into the dark night, while the chainsaw man’s chainsaw had already reached the top of He Ao’s head.

He looked at He Ao, who stood still, sneering, "Whatever you are, go back to hell!"

He Ao glanced at him, shifted to the side, took a half-step forward, crossing paths with the chainsaw man, then he pushed back with his shoulder, colliding with the armpit of the chainsaw man.

The wet deck sloped downward, and the chainsaw man, hit by He Ao’s forceful bump, tumbled overboard into the quiet abyss.

Feeling the pain tearing and pricking through his body, He Ao remained calm, his gaze turning to Big Beard.

Under normal circumstances, his muscle-atrophied body would not have been able to stand without rehabilitation.

But that distorted power granted him the strength to stand, and even to fight, at the cost of whispers in his mind and pain far beyond what normal people could withstand.

Bang, bang, bang—

More gunshots rang out, bullets scattering in all directions.

Yet not a single shot hit its mark.

Big Beard glanced at the empty magazine of his pistol, steeled his heart, tossed the gun aside, and drew a steel dagger from his waist, blade up, a fierce light flashing in his eyes as he thrust the dagger towards He Ao’s throat.

He Ao gave him a look, twisted his body to one side, avoiding the strike while simultaneously hooking the elbow of Big Beard’s knife-wielding arm and gripping the wrist, applying force in opposite directions.

In the blink of an eye, under the night sky, the sharp dagger circled back and pierced through Big Beard’s throat.

Then He Ao stepped forward, passing by Big Beard, who was clutching his mouth and coughing softly.

Big Beard bent forward, blood gushing from the wound, his eyes bulging.

The tilting deck amidst the waves carried his staggering body forward, taking the flowing blood with it, rolling him over the side of the ship.

Big Beard looked out over the ship’s railing with wide eyes.

There, the open ’coffin’ floated in the pitch-black waters, and below it, in the lightless depths, it seemed as though some kind of ’blood’ was spreading, saturating the sea.

At the edge of the coffin, there were bits of ’froth,’ seemingly torn pieces of flesh.

Above deck, He Ao released his grip and glanced at the blood in his palm from the cough, then raised his eyes to look forward.

The once gleaming deck was now devoid of the ’Mecha Boss’ figure, who had not hesitated to dash toward the cabin while urging his subordinates to charge forward.

He Ao lifted his sea-soaked sleeve and looked at his arm.

Underneath that pale skin, something twisted seemed to be moving, growing, bulging out the frail arm that otherwise appeared to be just skin over bones.

Clusters of new ’muscle’ were forming beneath his skin.

That heart-piercing pain intensified with each step he took, his body involuntarily trembling with each movement.

He lifted his feet, step by step, moving toward the direction of the ship’s cabin.

At this moment, he stood on the ship’s stern deck, just ahead was the rear wall of the cabin strewn with items resembling javelins, ’harpoons.’

He reached out, took hold of the outermost harpoon, and pulled it out.

——

Inside the captain’s cabin, a robust red-haired figure slapped a wrench down on the console blinking with red lights, his voice raspy and filled with suppressed anger,

"What the hell’s wrong with this ship, the wireless system is down, the navigation system is out, and now even the damn compass is broken. Don’t tell me they deliberately gave us a faulty ship, so we die out here in the Storm Sea."

"Don’t worry, the Eternal Radiance will protect its Believers and guide our way."

Behind him, a man in a pure white robe sat in the captain’s chair, his eyes tightly shut, hands clasping the golden pendant hanging from his chest.

Hearing this, the red-haired man’s initial instinct was to curse out loud, but he paused, holding back his urge and nodded instead, "You are right."

Bang—

Right then, the door to the captain’s cabin was abruptly pushed open, and a man shrouded in a mechanical suit charged in, collapsing on his knees before the white-robed man without hesitation, "Sir! You must save us!"

"What happened?"

The white-robed man let go of the tightly held Mecha pendant, opened his eyes, and gazed at the mechanical-suited man before him.

"The child in the coffin,"

the Mecha man said with a trembling voice, "has turned into a monster, crawled out from the Storm Sea, we have to kill it, or we’ll all die here."

"Crawled out from the Storm Sea?"

The white-robed man was startled and his eyes widened slightly.

"Yes, yes, yes, I saw with my own eyes his coffin sink into the Storm Sea,"

the mechanical man spoke hastily. "He has turned into one of the monsters of the Storm Sea, we are all the most devout believers of the Eternal Radiance, and both my subordinates were killed by him. I barely escaped with my life, he’s an incarnation of the Devil! You must save us!"

The white-robed man glanced at the unscathed mechanical man and slowly stood up, "Rise. The Eternal Radiance will turn all darkness into ashes."

Then he slowly walked out of the captain’s cabin.

"Boss?"

The red-haired man looked at the mechanical man still kneeling on the floor, somewhat bewildered.

The mechanical man looked at the back of the white-robed man, stood up, and patted his body, "We shouldn’t have taken this job, it got us involved in something way over our heads, greed is always accompanied by death."

He looked up at the red-haired man, "There should be Fishing-Hunter Mecha on this ship, go and get it ready, we must kill that little monster right here."

"Yes!"

The red-haired man nodded.

.....

Outside the captain’s cabin, He Ao watched the white-robed man walking out of the captain’s quarters, his face calm,

"It seems we’ve met before?"

In Yiluo’s chaotic memories, he vaguely remembered he had seen this man before, as this white-robed man stood at the back and was the most conspicuous among those who had attempted to kill him and his brother.

"Child, your body has already been corrupted by demons,"

the white-robed man ’kindly’ looked at He Ao, "Put down your weapon, the Eternal Light will cleanse the darkness inside you."

He Ao calmly watched him and suddenly laughed, "Were my parents and brother also ’corrupted by demons’?"

"Of course,"

the kindness in the white-robed man’s eyes turned cold. "They were all puppets controlled by demons, the Eternal Radiance cannot tolerate their filthy desecration, so they had to be completely eliminated to return this world to the right path."

"You sound so sure,"

He Ao watched him with a smile, "Then you must have a lot of ’evidence’ of our wrongdoing, right?"

The white-robed man’s face stiffened for a moment before he continued calmly, "The Eternal Radiance itself is the evidence."

"You say we are demons," He Ao still smiled as he looked at him, "and you say the Eternal Radiance is the evidence of demons. In that case,"

he paused for a moment, as the ice-cold seawater seeping through his hair trickled down his smiling cheeks,

"are the Eternal Radiance and the devils in this together? Is the Eternal Radiance the most vicious devil in this world?"

Upon hearing this, the white-robed man’s face instantly turned red with anger, and after a silent pause, he burst out angrily, "You are leading people astray! How dare you blaspheme the Divine Being?"

"Hmm."

He Ao looked at him, the smile on his face gradually fading away.

The white-robed man’s eyebrows twitched with pleasure, as he knew the sacred name of the Divine Being must have struck fear into this ignorant child.

Then he heard the thin child lift his head, calmly looking at him,

"So what if I have blasphemed?"

The roaring thunder lit up the sky and ocean, and the wild wind and rain poured down from the depths of the dark clouds.

The frail youth stood on the shaking deck, in the midst of the storm, like an ancient giant, standing unyielding.