Life Game In Other World
Chapter 781: Everyone, have you eaten enough? (Extra long - , seeking monthly tickets)

Chapter 781: Chapter 781: Everyone, have you eaten enough? (Extra long Chapter, seeking monthly tickets)

In the silent house, a rather short young man rolled out from under the iron bed.

He looked around with some confusion. "Wasn’t I just under the chair? What tricks are these Heretic Faithful playing?"

He drew a black, slender spike from his waist, glanced at the chipped desk cluttered with old stationery, and then his gaze moved ahead, toward the thick cardboard-covered windows and the tightly shut door.

"What is this place? A cheap apartment?"

Disgusted, he covered his nose, then turned back to look under the bed, which was completely empty. He was the only one in the room; his companion who had been hiding under the chair with him had vanished without a trace.

Thump... thump-thump... thump...

At that moment, rhythmic knocking came from behind the closed door.

He frowned slightly, gripped the slender spike in his hand, and carefully walked toward the door. He leaned on the peephole, watching the scene inside.

The narrow, cramped, and deserted corridor appeared before him.

"Trickster spirits."

He leaned against the wall next to the door, one hand holding the spike, the other on the doorknob. He slowly twisted the knob, pulling the door open.

The tightly shut door swung open.

The knocking stopped abruptly, and the sleek outside of the door appeared in the man’s sight.

"Outside?"

After confirming there was nothing unusual with the door, he looked up, toward the space outside the door.

However, instead of the narrow, cramped corridor he’d seen through the peephole, there was only silence and void.

Realizing something was wrong, he immediately turned and ran towards the back of the room. No matter how fast he ran inside, his body accelerated backward, continually drawing closer to that void.

In the midst of this running, his body began to disintegrate, his flesh started to melt, and after crossing a certain boundary, he scattered on the ground like a dismantled toy, instantly turning into a puddle of blood that flowed into the void outside the door.

Click—Bang—

Subsequently, the door automatically shut and locked.

Thump... thump-thump... thump...

Rhythmic knocking echoed in the silent room.

—

He Ao lowered his head, looking at the diary in his hands. Written on it in bright red letters was a very simple sentence.

[Brother is not at home; they knocked again, the house is safe.]

The first two sentences were in the same twisted bloodstains as the last diary entry, but the third sentence, ’the house is very safe’, was crossed out with a line of fresh blood.

However, He Ao’s attention wasn’t primarily on that crossed-out sentence but was drawn instead to the beginning of the second sentence.

They?

He Ao’s expression changed, and he suddenly raised the Knight Sword in his hand, spinning around with the sword overhead.

Bang—

A blood-red great ax collided with the Knight Sword, ringing out with a clear sound.

Behind this great ax was a semi-transparent figure.

It seemed to naturally form out of the void with only a rough human silhouette, its cheeks adorned with a crudely drawn piece of paper, on which rays of light were painted.

These light patterns were similar to those on the plastic medal but appeared to be drawn by a child, exceptionally simple.

He Ao lifted the Knight Sword, sweeping away the blood-red great ax. The sword danced in his palm, and with a reverse slice, he cleaved the semi-transparent figure in two.

The figure shattered instantaneously in space, turning into an ephemeral afterimage that vanished.

He Ao looked up in the direction behind where the figure had been.

A slightly ajar door appeared in his view. The lock on this room’s door was different from the previous room’s, and although they were both mechanical, this one seemed much sturdier than that in the prior room.

But this ’sturdier’ lock had been violently destroyed, the door unable to close, slightly ajar.

As He Ao watched the door, a ghostly shadow emerged from behind it, transforming once again into a semi-transparent figure holding a blood-red great ax, its face adorned with a paper of radiant light.

He Ao stepped forward, slashing the figure to pieces, then quickly moved to the door in two strides.

It seems that the ephemeral shadow had also slipped in through the crack of this door just now.

He looked through the slightly ajar crack of the door, and the first scene that caught his eye was a narrow corridor lit up with a dim red light.

However, the corridor’s view was not clear, as though it was covered by an invisible layer of ’grey-black,’ making only some scenes vaguely visible, while deeper into the corridor, there was nothing but pure darkness.

In fact, this layer of ’grey-black’ wasn’t just covering the corridor, it had spread into the room as well, eroding the floor beneath He Ao’s feet and the ’space’ in front of him with its grey-black ’spread.’

Just like ink dropping into clear water, it kept eroding the normal space.

And its spreading speed was getting faster and faster, in the brief time He Ao glanced at the door, it had already spread beneath his feet.

Before, this grey-black space should have been ’covering’ the corridor outside, and now, along the gap of the slightly open door, it was continuously flowing out, attempting to rapidly erode the space inside the room.

After pondering for a moment, He Ao walked around this grey-black space and reached out to close the door.

The grey-black space trembled slightly, then continued to spread quickly, He Ao released his hand, and the originally shut door naturally opened, revealing the slightly ajar gap.

He Ao then retreated to the bedside, gouged out a piece of flesh from the bloodied monster that had been lying on the ground and threw it into the grey-black space.

Under his gaze, the flesh immediately dissolved upon contact with the grey-black, melting away as if it had never existed.

This was the flesh of a C-level Extreme Monster.

The speed of the grey-black space’s spread was still accelerating. At this rate, in a few minutes, the entire room would be filled with the grey-black color.

And while He Ao pondered in an instant, another shadow burst out from the grey-black space, turning into a translucent figure clinging to the wallpaper, raising a giant axe and striking towards He Ao.

He Ao raised his Knight’s Sword with a reverse grip, took a step forward, and shattered the figure.

This phantom figure was not weak; it could already exhibit C-level combat strength in this space, combined with that C-level Extreme Monster who had been killed by He Ao right after it appeared.

An ordinary C-level would basically have no way to survive in this scene, and a stronger C-level would be dragged down, waiting until the grey-black space completely eroded the room, ultimately leading to a deathly outcome.

The door can’t be locked.

He looked up at the door again. Since it was flowing out from the ’crack,’ the space behind the door had not been taken over.

His gaze swept over the door lock, which had been completely destroyed. He had already tried it before, the door couldn’t be closed.

Then, his view shifted upward, and he saw the old and rugged anti-theft latch above the lock.

This latch was the simplest type of bolt; a metal pin secured it while simultaneously catching on the slots in both the door and the frame, acting as a ’lock.’

But now the latch was missing its bolt, with only the hollow slots remaining.

After a moment’s thought, He Ao bit the Knight’s Sword in his mouth, took out the pistol hidden inside his clothing, ejected the magazine, and flicked off the topmost bullet.

Then he unscrewed the bullet’s head, poured out the gunpowder inside, and quickly compressed and stretched the remaining cartridge.

Immediately after, he put away the pistol, took the Knight’s Sword from his mouth, and rushed out in a leap, going behind the door.

At that moment, another phantom figure charged in from outside the door, which he sliced in half with his sword, and then he swiftly closed the door.

This time, he didn’t let go of the door immediately but flicked his finger and, with the cartridge stretched into a bolt, snapped it into the anti-theft latch’s slot.

Afterward, he let go of his hand, and the door was completely jammed shut.

The previously fast-spreading grey-black space stopped its spread in that instant.

He Ao looked at the journal in his hands, his gaze falling upon the struck-through sentence, ’The house is very safe.’

Originally, the house was very safe, but a problem arose that made it unsafe, so the journal’s owner crossed out that sentence and hid under the bed themselves.

And the problem that arose was that the door lock was broken, causing the ’bad people’ outside to be let in.

Now, with the door being shut and jammed again, the lock was ’repaired’ in a way.

After solving the issue, the house once again became ’safe.’

Of course, in the real world, a door bolt made from a bullet wouldn’t stop C-level monsters and that strange space.

But in this ’Inner Space’ with vastly different rules, anything was possible.

Using the rules to one’s advantage could also tilt the situation in one’s favor.

Now, He Ao finally had the time to look up and carefully examine the entire room’s environment.

The decor of this room was quite different from the previous one; there was no bedside table or desk, but there was a long sofa.

On the sofa lay a coat, which had clear signs of someone curling up and sleeping for a long time.

This room had no large windows, only a small ventilation window above the door that was tightly shut, facing the corridor; the room’s lighting was supplied by an old ceiling lamp.

Besides these, next to the old iron bed, opposite the sofa, there was also a simple little wardrobe with a somewhat faded pink floral cloth cover.

This kind of wardrobe did not have a wooden or metal structure but consisted of many hollow plastic rods forming a framework, covered with a printed cloth to make a simple cabinet that used zippers to open and close.

The entire room no longer had scattered clothes everywhere; the clothes must have all been put into the small wardrobe.

A large plastic sheet calendar hung on the surface of the wardrobe, with a year displayed as 744.

This year is 759, so 744 was 15 years ago.

He Ao remembered having seen a similar plastic sheet calendar, where most of it was a poster with only less than a fifth of the calendar at the bottom.

These were essentially posters that served as calendars. Under normal circumstances, many parliamentary or mayoral candidates would distribute these calendar posters in poor areas to increase their exposure.

However, the calendar poster at the moment did not feature some candidate’s campaign but a promotional painting instead.

In the middle of the painting was a splendid building with a long dining table set in front, loaded with turkey, steak, roasted pork ribs, and various other delicacies, with their glasses filled with red wine, a group of people wearing the Radiance Medal feasting before it.

Next to the promotional painting, there were slogans divided into two parts,

["Eternal Radiance will guide our path, allowing us to enjoy a life never hungry in the Kingdom of God"]

However, these two slogans were smeared with blood, making them difficult to distinguish, with a large ’X’ also drawn beside them.

He Ao walked up to the wardrobe and opened it.

Inside the wardrobe were still a few faded dresses and some whitened men’s work clothes, many of which He Ao found quite familiar, having seen them in the previous room.

He Ao glanced down at the diary in his hand.

The little girl in the red dress under the bed had turned into this page of the diary; could she be the one who left this diary?

The little girl in the red dress under the bed and in the wardrobe were similar in body type and clothing. Could they be the same person?

The two rooms seemed to have a certain ’connection’, each with a page from the diary. Was this her form of ’guidance’ to himself?

He Ao looked at the diary in his hand, then back at the wardrobe in front of him.

The room was ’safe’ now. It seemed as if the only places one could hide in this room, aside from under the bed, were in this wardrobe.

At this moment, that gray-black space had occupied nearly a quarter of the room, reaching the edge of the wardrobe.

If his actions had been delayed a little longer just now, the wardrobe would likely have been eroded by that gray-black space.

After a brief contemplation, He Ao put away the diary, stepped into the wardrobe, and then pulled the zipper closed from the inside.

Bang——

Just then, a violent banging sound suddenly came from outside the room’s door.

It seemed as if someone was hammering at the door, attempting to break into the room.

The originally still gray-black space trembled slightly, as if it would continue to spread with the banging at the door.

However, the ’bullet casing latch’ He Ao had made was stuck in the slot, acting like a sturdy lock, securely barring the door.

After several fierce bangs, the door remained shut.

The banging ceased, and the trembling gray-black space also came to a complete halt.

While the gray-black space trembled, there was no change within the wardrobe.

It seemed that as long as the gray-black space continued to spread within the room, the passage to the next room would not open.

In that case, trying to leave through the wardrobe before the gray-black space spread to it, this shortcut method was not feasible.

And that final banging noise...

Squatting in the wardrobe, He Ao quietly sensed the stillness outside.

If his thought just now was not to fix the door using the ’rules of locks’, but to barricade it with the sofa from inside the room, the door would probably have been broken open.

The rules of this room were truly devious.

He Ao folded up the diary in his hands along with the previous page he had collected.

These two pages of the diary, although seemingly unrelated to the room, actually gave him a kind of ’strategy guide’ in a sense.

In the midst of silence, He Ao felt the scenery around him starting to change.

The hanging garments slowly turned into long ropes, and the rich smell of blood entered his nostrils.

The cloth door of the wardrobe in front of him also transformed into a double wooden door.

He Ao slowly pushed open the cabinet door in front of him and stepped out.

He Ao turned back to look at the spot he had just emerged from, which seemed to be a storage cabinet.

Just then, a noose fell from the sky, attempting to lasso He Ao’s neck from above.

He Ao simply raised his Knight Sword and slashed upward.

The first time, the Knight Sword completely passed through the rope without touching it, but on the second attempt He Ao covered it with Divine Sense and cut the rope in one swift motion.

The entire rope hit the ground and dissipated into an illusion.

He Ao looked up and noticed the entire ceiling was covered with all sorts of food—turkey, steak, roast pork ribs—and bottles of tempting red wine hung everywhere.

He Ao vaguely felt he had seen these foods somewhere before.

Then he quickly remembered, they were in the poster advertising the Eternal Divine Nation from the previous room.

The moment he saw these foods, their rich aroma rushed into He Ao’s nostrils.

Gurgle, gurgle

An intense sensation of hunger surged within him, compelling him to reach for the food.

"Gobble, gobble, gobble..."

The sound of frenetic feasting reached He Ao’s ears.

He Ao diverted his gaze from the food at the top of the ceiling and looked straight ahead.

The room seemed to be a lavish hall, decorated with all sorts of splendid adornments all around.

There was only one large round table in the entire room; it was covered with a variety of delicacies, and in front of the table were several giant fat pigs, each weighing thousands of pounds.

These fat pigs wore paper masks painted with radiance and were feasting unhesitatingly around the table.

The food from the ceiling kept falling, landing right in the middle of the table.

Under the pristine white tablecloth of this enormous table, a little girl in a red dress was curled up beneath it.

She lifted her head, gazing eagerly at the fat pigs gobbling the food above her.

Her body was even thinner than when He Ao had seen her in the previous room, appearing exceedingly hungry, yet the fat pigs above her gobbled up all the gravy without leaving a single drop for her.

At that moment, she noticed He Ao standing behind the table.

She seemed surprised and then carefully made her way through the narrow gaps between the pigs’ seats, walking towards He Ao.

Then she heard the rumbling sound from He Ao’s stomach, paused for a moment, and with her back to the table, she slowly pulled out a small piece of bread from the innermost part of her clothing and handed it to He Ao.

Just then, a lasso dropped from the sky and swiftly snatched the partial bread from her hand, pulling it upwards.

In the blink of an eye, her eyes widened as she tried to reach for the bread, but the lasso moved too fast and in a moment had risen beyond her reach.

Her face turned red as she jumped up trying to grasp the piece of bread, but she couldn’t catch it no matter how she tried.

It was at that instant a flash of white brilliance passed, and the lasso was instantly severed, allowing the small piece of bread to fall back into her hands.

She looked up with wide eyes, surprised at the young man holding the Knight Sword before her.

Then she offered the bread to him again.

He Ao shook his head, he wasn’t actually hungry, it was the special influence of the room inducing the sense of hunger, and food wouldn’t satisfy it.

"Wait for me a moment," he said with a smile, nodding gently at the girl.

Then, under the girl’s puzzled gaze, he approached the table and kicked the base of one of the pigs’ chairs.

Bang—

With a booming sound, the exquisite high-backed chair was kicked away, and the pig-like creature in the paper mask tumbled to the ground.

He Ao then approached the chair that had been kicked away, placing it back in front of the towering table, before climbing onto it.

Standing at this height, he could see the feast laid out on the table, and he smiled at the surprised pig-like creatures with masks of radiance,

"Gentlemen, have you eaten your fill?" he asked, his hand resting on the edge of the table, and then he suddenly flipped it upwards.