Life Game In Other World
Chapter 784: The Found Little Girl (Two-in-One Super - for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 784: Chapter 784: The Found Little Girl (Two-in-One Super Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

The bright radiance spread evenly throughout the splendid church hall.

Creak—

The huge and heavy stone door was slowly pushed open, and with the dazzling light that spilled through the gap, a slim man stepped out from the brilliance, appearing in the hall filled with light.

He wore a white robe embroidered with golden threads and round glasses with a golden frame, his lips curled in a kind and gentle smile.

The sound of his unhurried footsteps resonated in the empty hall; the man’s pace leisurely took him down the wide aisle between two rows of wooden chairs, stepping on the bright path laid out by the light coming through the door, until he arrived in front of a hazy glow at the far end of the hall.

The man slowly bent over and gently opened the door of the wooden cabinet shrouded in the hazy light,

"Found you, cutie."

A little girl’s figure, shivering and smeared with bright red, and the white Paper Butterfly with its wings tucked in, traveled through the dark space, reflecting in the round glasses that shone with a luminescent glow.

Creak—

The heavy stone door suddenly closed.

—

In the silent storage cabinet, He Ao watched as the man with the smiling mask slowly approached the bedroom door.

"Die, you contemptible heretic!"

In the moment he reached the doorway, a shadow wielding a sharp curved knife rushed out from behind the door and struck at the man with the smiling mask like a phantom.

Based on the burst of strength that he momentarily unleashed, this was a C-level Transcendent with a power not weaker than the long-haired man He Ao had encountered before.

And just as he leaped out, the smiling masked man turned his head to look at him.

The entire world seemed to freeze in that moment.

Thud—

It sounded as if a sharp weapon had penetrated flesh, and the man’s body ’stopped’ in the air.

Thud thud thud—

Immediately after, numerous similar sounds of weapons penetrating flesh followed in quick succession.

Blood began to seep from the ’suspended’ man in the air, staining him bright red.

"What’s happening?"

The red-haired woman beside He Ao watched the scene with shock.

"Threads."

He Ao gripped his Knight’s sword tightly and calmly stated.

Within his Spiritual Vision, countless invisible ’threads’ emerged from the void in all directions, piercing through the man’s body and then disappearing back into the void.

The threads were pulled taut, as if they were strings used to pin a specimen, keeping the man fixed in the air.

The man opened his mouth as if he was about to scream, but before he could make a sound, in the next instant, those sharp ’threads’ began to crisscross and slide against each other.

In an instant, the sharp waist knife shattered into countless pieces, and the man’s body burst like a vivid red ’firework’, exploding into numerous ’petals’ that scattered.

These petals, drenched in red, fell onto the polished floor, sinking like leaves into water, and they were quickly swallowed up by the floor in an instant. Despite this, the thick scent of blood kept spreading through the narrow space.

At this time, the smiling masked man turned his head again toward the opened bedroom door.

Another Transcendent from the Eternal Ancient Teachings was hiding behind it at that moment.

He Ao could not see the Transcendent as his view was completely blocked by the partially open door.

But he could distinctly feel the slight tremor in the door the moment the smiling masked man’s gaze shifted towards it.

The Believer from the Eternal Ancient Teachings hiding behind the door seemed to be paralyzed by the death of his companion.

"It’s nothing, just some little mice,"

At this moment, the smiling masked man seemed to hear a call and turned back, looking toward the dining table,

"Alice, you go ahead and eat. You’re too thin; you need to eat more. Don’t worry, once your health is restored, we’ll go find that bastard brother of yours. I’ve told you long ago, your brother is likely insane, and now he’s even abandoned you. Sigh."

He appeared to be talking to someone sitting at the dining table.

He Ao glanced over at the dining table, where two pork chops lay. Only the one in front of the smiling masked man had been touched; the other had not.

There should have been a little girl there, but no one was present now.

"This guy is too dangerous,"

The red-haired woman, trembling slightly, clutched her heaving chest and took a deep breath. She now understood why He Ao had previously stopped her from going out to explore; this young man truly possessed a kind of ’talent’ far beyond hers. "We might have to wait for him to enter a room first before we can go out and explore."

"We don’t have time,"

He Ao clutched his Knight’s sword, his muscles instantly tensing.

In that instant, the Believer from the Eternal Ancient Teachings who was hiding behind the door suddenly burst out, swinging his knife toward the back of the neck of the man with the smiling mask.

Clearly, he was well aware that facing the frighteningly powerful smiling masked man, running away and leaving one’s back to the enemy would mean certain death. Instead, it was better to fight desperately for a slim chance of survival.

Just as he leaped out, his gaze caught sight of the storage cabinet with its slightly ajar doors in the living room. He instantly realized something.

In that instant, he immediately changed his strategy, lifting the curved knife in his hand, preparing to throw it towards the storage cabinet.

He knew he couldn’t escape alone, but it would be different if someone else could draw the enemy’s fire.

This could at least afford him some time to find a new hiding spot.

But before he could throw the curved knife in his hand, the laughing mask-wearing person who had originally turned their head back suddenly whipped around again.

The laughing mask-wearing person had long been aware of his presence, merely waiting for him to fully expose himself.

At the same time, the slightly ajar cabinet door was violently burst open, and He Ao’s figure shot out like an arrow released from its bow, transforming into a streak of light.

Believers of the Eternal Ancient Teachings widened their eyes in shock at the scene, wanting to speak, to shift the laughing mask-wearing person’s attention to the back, but countless sharp threads had already pierced through their bodies in that instant.

Blood spurted from the wounds on the believer of the Eternal Ancient Teachings, as well as from beneath He Ao’s pallid skin.

In that brief moment, He Ao activated Super Memory, his B-level power bolstering his nearly collapsing body and, at the same time, accelerating the countdown of his life.

Bang—

Under the gaze of the laughing mask-wearing person, another crimson ’firework’ blossomed in the air.

Meanwhile, the pure white Knight’s sword, covered with Divine Sense, also made contact with the laughing mask-wearing person’s head, crafted of light and shadow.

The laughing mask-wearing person immediately turned to look behind them, but by then it was already too late.

The sharp blade sliced through the laughing paper mask on their face, instantly splitting it in two.

Bang—

At that moment, the light-composed body of the laughing mask-wearing person crumbled like sand, scattering on the ground, while the laughing paper mask struggled in the air, its severed edges trying to rejoin.

He Ao promptly lifted his sword and changed his attack.

Several more streaks of light flashed, slashing the paper mask into countless scattered and disordered pieces.

Watching the pieces of paper scatter, He Ao turned off Super Memory, planted the Knight’s sword into the ground to support himself, and took a breath.

"Are you hurt?"

By now, the redhead woman, who had been somewhat stunned by the lightning-fast fight and was just beginning to catch up, also rushed over. She glanced at He Ao’s skin, where blood seeped through, then at the sandy shadows on the ground, "Did you kill it?"

"I’m fine,"

He Ao glanced at the scattered pieces of paper on the ground and continued, "It’s not dead."

At this moment, those scattered paper pieces seemed to be drawn by some attraction, attempting to gather together again.

This laughing mask-wearing person was not a creature of flesh and blood and had no energy gathering point, but under the Spiritual Vision, the mask was where the highest concentration of twisted patterns gathered, which is why He Ao targeted the mask first.

It turned out that the mask indeed was its weak point.

This monster’s defenses were actually much stronger than Levins’, and even with Super Memory activated, it took more time to defeat than it did Levins.

"Is it the gaze?"

The redhead woman looked down at the scraps of paper on the ground, thoughtful.

She now realized that the laughing mask-wearing person’s invisible killing ability seemed to require ’seeing’ the enemy to take effect,

So just now, when that believer of the Eternal Ancient Teachings attacked the laughing mask-wearing person from behind, even though the laughing mask-wearing person seemed to be aware of the attacker early on, they still turned their head towards the attacker before launching their assault.

And the young boy before her had clearly discovered this pattern early on, seizing the moment when the laughing mask-wearing person attacked the Eternal Ancient Teachings’ believer to strike down the laughing mask-wearing person.

"What do we do now?"

She turned her head to look at He Ao beside her, "This mask seems to have the ability to recover, is there a way to seal it?"

"Yes,"

He Ao nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping around the room, he found a broom and a dustpan in the corner of the living room.

He swept a few scraps of the paper mask into the dustpan, then handed it to the redhead woman, "Throw these mask scraps into different rooms."

"Huh?"

The redhead woman was stunned for a moment.

She had thought He Ao would produce some kind of mysterious Transcendent Prop or Array.

"We’ll split up. I’ll check the clues. This method won’t hold him off for long, so we need to be quick,"

He Ao didn’t explain further but instead quickly said, "Don’t touch these mask pieces with your hands; there might be unknown dangers."

Even in their shredded state, the pieces of the mask were still wrapped in numerous twisted patterns.

"Okay."

The redhead woman nodded lightly, then quickly picked up the dustpan and headed towards the kitchen.

While He Ao took a step into the secondary bedroom.

This room appeared to be ’Alice’s’ room, or at least the room the laughing mask-wearing person had prepared for Alice.

The room’s decor was simple, with a small wardrobe, an iron-framed bed, a small bedside table, and a little desk.

He Ao first went to the bed, which was neatly made up with bedding. The small bedside table was clean, devoid of anything, and the drawer was also empty.

Then He Ao opened the wardrobe, which contained many old clothes, including several dresses that He Ao had seen in previous rooms.

These dresses were of various sizes, obviously some from when the owner was younger, but they were not discarded and hung neatly in the wardrobe.

However, there were no men’s work clothes that He Ao had seen before in this wardrobe.

After closing the wardrobe, He Ao moved to the desk. The desk’s surface was also bare, the drawers empty, but there was a small cabinet beneath the desk where one could hide.

Clearly, there were many places to hide in this room, but He Ao dared not try them.

It was highly likely that this room connected to a multitude of other rooms, but the one that led to the core area was probably only one, and if he took the wrong path now, he might as well have wasted all the effort he had put into getting this far.

So even when hiding in the storage locker, to prevent being transported away, he kept the door of the storage locker cracked open, never fully closed.

He had to find the correct one among these paths.

In thought, He Ao bent down to take a peek under the bed, but there was nothing there.

This guest bedroom was very clean, and it appeared that there was no new ’diary’ anymore.

Alice is the name of a little girl, and all the rooms He Ao had seen since leaving the hall seemed to have an obvious connection, if the room with the pig monster could be considered some kind of ’illusion’ under extreme conditions.

So far, the four rooms He Ao had experienced appeared to belong to one person in different environments at different times.

The rooms presented a certain continuity rather than being completely random.

And each room’s diary was perhaps a portrayal of the room owner’s state in the corresponding room.

In the first room, both the journal’s owner and her brother were at home, so the first room was the safest room.

In the second room, the journal owner’s brother wasn’t home, and she was alone in the house, which is why the second room was ’invaded.’

In the third room, the journal owner’s brother was still not home, and she even went without food, enduring ’hunger,’ which is why the third room had many monsters and became unsafe.

Moreover, based on the experiences from the first three rooms, only in the first room, which was the safest, was the diary directly present.

In the second and third rooms that followed, the diary appeared after He Ao had solved a certain problem, transformed by the little girl in the red dress.

The second room involved resolving the issue of the ’intruder,’ while in the third room, He Ao killed the ’pig monster’ that was stealing food.

In this room, He Ao didn’t see the little girl in the red dress, and after he killed the man with the smiling mask, the diary also didn’t appear.

Therefore, it’s highly probable that the key issue of this room is not killing the man with the smiling mask.

Considering the continuity of the entire room, the little girl in the red dress is very likely ’Alice,’ as mentioned by the smiling mask man, the owner of the room, and the owner of the diary.

And the man with the smiling mask in this fourth room that He Ao is currently in is the same ’figure’ who tried to break into the house in the first room but failed.

He seemed to be some ’relative’ of the little girl.

He Ao glanced at the decor in the room. This guest bedroom’s environment was much better than the previous two where the little girl had lived.

As his thoughts turned, He Ao quickly walked out of the guest bedroom.

He crossed the pile of ’light sand’ that had once been the man with the smiling mask, standing now in the living room.

He had already taken a good look at the living room when hiding in the storage locker just now.

The living room’s decor was simple. Besides the sofa, the television, and other furniture, the only special item was an electronic painting hanging on the wall.

He Ao walked up to the electronic painting and rapidly swiped across its screen.

This kind of electronic painting is still on sale, the cheapest model in fact, which is essentially a basic display screen. Normally, it would have a few landscape photos built in for users to switch between.

Currently, the image in He Ao’s view was of a wilderness sunrise, the kind of outdoor scene that city dwellers enjoy.

As He Ao flicked through, the scene on the painting changed, some becoming Storm Sea, others turning into snowfields. After swiping through several images, an electronic ’calendar’ appeared in He Ao’s view.

The upper part of this calendar still featured the promotional image of the Eternal Secret Teachings that He Ao had seen before, while the lower part displayed a ticking electronic calendar, which showed the current date of the room,

[March 25, 745]

The year when Vili’s father, Skone, was assassinated fourteen years ago.

He Ao’s gaze shifted to the lower left corner of the calendar where there was an intricate emblem glowing. Behind the emblem, there was a line of small text,

[Exclusive to brothers and sisters within the teachings]

He Ao withdrew his gaze and continued to swipe back, and on the next page of this electronic calendar was a ’group photo.’

The background was a garden, and in front of it, a man with a blurred face was holding a somewhat frail little girl facing towards the camera.

The man wore a simple jacket, and even with his blurred face, his smile was unmistakable, while the little girl was in a brand-new little white dress, looking somewhat reservedly at the camera.

This little girl was precisely ’Alice.’

He Ao scrutinized the man with the blurred face, feeling a sense of familiarity, then his eyes swept over the somewhat familiar style of the little white dress. After roughly memorizing this photo, he continued to flip back.

The painting returned to the first page image of the sunrise.

He Ao withdrew his gaze and looked towards the main bedroom of the whole room.

There were only two key figures in this room, one was ’Alice’ who lived in the guest bedroom, and the other was the man with the smiling mask. If there were no key clues related to Alice in her rooms, then the next step would be to find the man with the smiling mask’s room.

The core issue of this room likely still revolves around the man with the smiling mask.

At this time, the red-haired woman just happened to walk out of the main bedroom carrying a trash scoop.

He Ao passed her by and quickly entered the main bedroom.

The decor in the main bedroom was simpler than in the guest bedroom, with only a wardrobe, a large iron bed, and a bedside table.

He Ao first approached the bedside table that was closest, checking the top and inside the drawers, but they were all empty.

At this moment, He Ao also saw the fragments of paper masks that the red-haired woman had scattered nearby. These fragments had not attempted to stick back together after being divided among several rooms, but their color seemed to be fading gradually.

He Ao quickly averted his gaze, dashed to the wardrobe, and yanked the doors open.

A jam-packed array of clothes appeared in He Ao’s sight.

"Inside that pile out there, new masks are being formed..."

The red-haired woman appeared at the doorway.

"I know,"

He Ao rapidly tossed clothes out of the wardrobe as he hurriedly instructed, "Sweep that stuff into the spare bedroom and then immediately close the door."

Upon seeing the gradually disappearing mask piece, He Ao sensed that the man with the smiling mask had other ’resurrection’ methods.

"Okay!"

The red-haired woman quickly nodded and then turned to head towards the door of the spare bedroom.

By this time, He Ao had already thrown out more than half of the clothes in the wardrobe.

As most of the space in the wardrobe was cleared, a hidden drawer appeared in He Ao’s view.

He Ao reached out, grabbed the handle of the drawer, and pulled, but it wouldn’t budge.

The drawer was locked.

Then he took the Knight’s sword, stabbed it through the top of the drawer, and pried out the entire lock, pulling the drawer out with it.

A thick scent of blood filled the air in an instant.

He looked down into the drawer; it was almost entirely covered in fresh bloodstains, and among them lay an old-style pointer watch, stained with blood.

He Ao reached out and took the watch.

By this moment, he had already understood a lot.

As he watched, the bloodstained watch in his hand suddenly shattered, turning into a diary page.

[They took away my parents’ bread, took away my brother’s watch, now, it’s my turn.]

Click—

The moment He Ao finished reading the diary entry, a series of fine cracks spread across the entire page.

The entire page rapidly began to appear ’illusionary’.

He Ao pulled out the other diary entries from his pocket; all of them were now covered in fine cracks and almost simultaneously turned illusionary.

Some force that was maintaining these diary entries was quickly dissipating.

He Ao pocketed the diaries and dashed out of the master bedroom.

"That guy is about to come back to life."

The red-haired woman who stood at the door to the spare bedroom, clutching the trembling door, looked at He Ao.

The force making the door tremble seemed to be growing stronger.

"Brace the sofa!"

He Ao reached the edge of the sofa and with one kick, sent it flying.

The bulky sofa flipped and smashed vertically against the door of the spare bedroom.

As the sofa flew, the red-dress woman rolled out of the way, and the entire door to the spare bedroom was immediately blocked.

Then the red-haired woman leaned back against the sofa, continuing to barricade the door.

This sofa could block the door for a little while longer at the last moment.

Nodding to the red-dressed woman blocking the door with the sofa, He Ao quickly rushed to the front door.

There was no hint in the diaries about the safety of this room, but the watch had actually revealed everything to He Ao.

The little girl’s brother had not disappeared; most likely, he was already dead.

And the man with the smiling mask was probably related to the death of the little girl’s brother; thus, from the little girl’s perspective, this house was actually not safe.

By then, the answer was quite clear.

If the room was ’safe,’ there would be many choices for the exit, but if the room was ’dangerous,’ there would only be one way out.

He Ao stood in front of the door he had pushed open upon entering, and with a sudden pull, he opened the door.

This time, instead of a wall completely blocking the door, a thick and oppressive fog filled with the scent of blood appeared.

A terrifying sense of danger emanated from within the fog.

"That fog!"

The red-haired woman shouted upon seeing the fog.

She too could clearly sense the danger within the fog.

He Ao nodded at her lightly.

He was telling her that this was the passage to the next area that he had deduced.

After a brief hesitation, the red-haired woman bit her lip and darted out, rolling up to the door.

At that moment, He Ao also wrapped his Divine Sense around his body and charged into the fog.

Seeing He Ao go in, the red-haired woman took out a disc from her pocket, bit her lip, and followed suit.

Boom—

The next second, the sofa blocking the spare bedroom exploded away, and the masked figure with a twisted smile reappeared at the doorway.

Countless invisible threads instantly covered all the space in front of the door.

But by then, the house was already empty.