Life Game In Other World
Chapter 788: Rising from the Coffin (Big - , Requesting Monthly Pass)

Chapter 788: Chapter 788: Rising from the Coffin (Big Chapter, Requesting Monthly Pass)

A minuscule source of light cascaded from above, illuminating a faint round platform within the pitch-black space with a conical glow.

Surrounding this round platform, one dark coffin after another was aligned, tilted along the circle’s edge.

These coffins encircled the platform in rings, like an inverted cone with its opening facing upward, extending into the darkness without end.

Squeak— Squeak—

Like an old door opening and closing, a series of sharp, piercing gnawing sounds echoed underneath the pitch-black night.

It seemed as if something in the deep silence of the dark was gnawing on something else.

And amidst the rhythmically gnawing sounds, a burst of orange-golden radiance suddenly lit up on the platform.

Following that, three figures covered in luminous patterns appeared on the platform, standing at the center surrounded by all the coffins.

With the appearance of these three lights, the whole world suddenly fell silent.

"This keystone’s really not bad; it got us directly inside. Is this the bottom floor of this heretical church?"

The gaunt man on the left glanced at the platform beneath them, with a radius of no more than fifty meters, then looked up at the group of coffins stretching into the deep darkness, "Doesn’t look all that impressive, does it?"

"All these coffins contain the remains of people with high spirituality,"

The man with the scarred face glanced around at the endless array of coffins, his voice somewhat low, "The believers from Wint City alone couldn’t gather so many highly spiritual corpses. These heretic faithful must have brought quite a few bodies from other churches in different cities."

"Treating this city as their main base, huh?"

The gaunt man snorted coldly, "They haven’t even gained control of the city, how foolish."

"The stuff these heretics preach is easy for ordinary people to believe. Taking control of this city is only a matter of time,"

The man with the scarred face looked down, "Moreover, we don’t have a city under our control, either. Strictly speaking, if it weren’t for the fact that we’ve been developing for longer, since the Era of the Great Cataclysm, we’d be much weaker than these heretic believers by now."

At these words, the gaunt man’s expression darkened, "Do you believe their delusional babble? This ’Kingdom of God after death where hunger is unknown’? They’ve twisted the Eternal Divine Nation, which signifies the end and rebirth of the world into destruction, into this fantasy made to satisfy their desires, wholly blaspheming the glory of Eternal Radiance."

His voice grew louder with his anger, "These heretics should be completely eradicated."

"I’m just stating the facts,"

The man with the scarred face glanced at the gaunt man, adding, "I won’t show any mercy when I encounter these heretics."

Clearly, his response did not satisfy the gaunt man.

The gaunt man opened his mouth, poised to question the man with the scarred face’s faith once more.

"Now is not the time for such discussions,"

The man in the middle, wearing glasses, scoffed. He glanced at the stone in his hand, emitting specks of golden light, looking like human finger bones, and stowed it away,

"Lockway would soon return from checking out the problem with the lower levels of the abomination, and the Grace of the ritual won’t last much longer. We must find the target before he comes back,"

His eyes shifted to the few rows of coffins closest to them, "According to the Leader’s intelligence, the target’s corpse should have just been brought here, either in the first row or the second row. We’ll split up and search. Be careful when you do, do not step into the darkness; the places without light are extremely dangerous,"

"If you don’t find it in the first row, then stand on the coffins of the first row to open the second."

"Got it,"

The lean man replied with a touch of nonchalance, again raising his head to take in the densely packed coffins, "These heretics really spare no expense, using so many high-spirituality deceased’s resentment to construct a church. No wonder this church is so sinister."

"Talk less, work more."

The man with glasses swept a glance at him and briskly walked towards the nearest coffin.

The lean man waved his hand carelessly and headed towards the other side, while the man with the scarred face moved toward the remaining side.

These dark coffins were suspended in midair, the top one-fifth a semi-circle, and the bottom four-fifths an inverted, slender trapezoid.

On the coffins were painted patterns of radiating light. These patterns were meticulously detailed but on closer inspection seemed like numerous slimy worms desperately squirming to get out from the coffin lid, writhing en masse.

"These heretics certainly like to meddle with strange things."

The lean man glanced at the coffin lid and then took out a dagger, inserting it into the gap, and giving it a forceful pry.

As he pried, he felt a strong suction from within the coffin, as if it was attempting to clasp the coffin lid tightly, hindering the lean man’s action.

An ordinary C-level would probably be unable to even open this coffin lid.

Thoughts flashing through his mind, the thin man applied force and directly lifted the coffin lid.

As the lid was lifted, the suction that was holding it weakened abruptly, and the entire coffin lid slid open to the left like a sliding door.

Lying in the coffin was a young girl in a long dress, her chest pierced. Her hands were placed on her lower abdomen, her eyes tightly closed, her expression peaceful.

"No."

The thin man shook his head, then turned to walk towards the next coffin.

And just as he stepped away, the girl’s tightly shut eyes suddenly snapped open.

Her body instantly melted into a pool of bright red blood that seeped out from a corner of the coffin, falling into the silent darkness.

Meanwhile, the thin man was already opening the next coffin. The three of them were very nimble, using scimitars or daggers to violently open the coffins and examine the corpses within.

After opening several coffins in succession, the thick blood began to surge in the pitch darkness.

It slowly flowed out from the darkness, and once it reached the platform, it quickly divided into three streams and flowed behind the three men.

Then the three pools of blood simultaneously wriggled, forming three blood entities with slender limbs.

The blood entities raised their hands to touch the shoulders of the three men.

A multitude of invisible blades appeared under the radiance of the light, aimed at the men’s backs. Each blade, flickering with specks of cold light, bore an oppressively terrifying might and slowly pressed down following the blood entities’ raised hands.

"Die!"

Just as the blades were about to fall completely, the man with the scarred face instantly turned around, and his scimitar, gleaming with icy cold light, slashed the blood entity behind him at the waist.

Without pause, his blade moved as fast as a stream of light. In the blink of an eye, he made millions of cuts, slicing the slender blood entity into thin, wing-like fragments.

Simultaneously, not far from him, the thin man also raised his hand just before the blood entity’s hand touched his shoulder, and with his dagger, he instantly cut through the blood entity’s neck.

The thick ice spread from the blood entity’s neck, instantly freezing it, and then the ice shattered into fragments on the ground.

"Cough—"

The man with glasses coughed lightly, and the blood entity reaching out behind him instantly melted back into a pool of blood.

Everything happened very quickly. In an instant, the remains of the three blood entities fell to the ground, wriggled, and then lay still.

"Is this the so-called guardian of the lowest level, each ’clone’ having near C-level combat power ’Blood Wraith’?"

The thin man glanced at the still-melting writhing ice on the ground and kicked it, "Not so impressive, huh."

"We’ve sacrificed so many ’Sacrifices,’ now with the ’Grace’ enhancing us, our power has been amplified to a stronger level within B-level, and we are carefully guarded against any surprises. Let’s not lower our guard."

The man with the scarred face glanced at the blood shards on the ground and said in a low voice.

The thin man’s expression hardened slightly, but he said nothing.

"The ’Blood Wraith’ will not die. After suffering severe damage and disintegrating, it will take fifteen minutes to ’recover.’ We must act quickly."

The man with glasses did not even turn his head as he immediately went to the next coffin.

The man with the scarred face and the thin man also turned their heads back and continued to open the coffins.

With ’Grace’ in their bodies, all three men moved rapidly. They had been cautious because of the ’Blood Wraith,’ but now, without the need to be on guard, they acted with full force, and quickly, coffin after coffin was forcefully opened.

And the corpses in these newly opened coffins did not turn into new Blood Wraiths but lay quietly in the coffins.

"Found it!"

After most of the first row of coffins had been opened, the man with the scarred face shouted excitedly. In front of him was a coffin that had just been opened, inside lay a burly middle-aged man with a gentle face, lying quietly.

As he shouted, he began to search the man’s body.

"Did you find the item?"

The man with glasses immediately turned his head, asking softly.

"No," the man with the scarred face’s expression grew darker as he searched, "he doesn’t seem to have it on him. Could it be at home?"

"Impossible,"

the man with glasses quickly walked towards the man with the scarred face, "that thing affects the holder’s mindset, making the holder subconsciously carry it around. To seal it, one must know the secret methods of the Era of the Great Cataclysm wizards, and no one understands those methods now.

"Especially for someone with his affinity, he wouldn’t be able to resist its temptation."

"Could it be given to someone else, like his wife and children?"

The scarred man searched around once more, but still found nothing.

"To split this thing apart, he’d need an immense willpower. Not to mention he’s an ordinary person, even if he had the willpower to give the thing away, our information indicates that his wife and children are all dead..."

The bespectacled man’s expression grew darker as he glanced at the middle-aged man lying in the coffin and searched around with his hand, but he found nothing as well.

"But there’s definitely nothing on his body."

The scarred man spoke in a heavy tone.

"What about his wife? His wife was also a highly spiritual ordinary person, her body should be here, too."

The bespectacled man looked around.

"It’s here."

At that moment, the skinny man also opened a coffin. He stood in front of the coffin, looking back at the bespectacled man.

A sophisticated woman with crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes lay in the coffin.

The skinny man turned back and glanced at the person in the coffin, "She’s quite pretty, has an air of sophistication."

"There’s something wrong with the information. Take both coffins, and let’s get out of here immediately."

The bespectacled man’s face sank completely, and he took out the stone resembling a phalanx bone again.

The skinny man immediately closed the coffin lid and forcefully dragged the floating coffin down from its position.

On the other side, the scarred man also closed the coffin lid, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t drag the coffin down.

It was as if a tremendous force was pressing down on it.

He looked up and saw a pale hand stretching out from the darkness, pressing on the coffin.

That slender arm seemed like a mountain, firmly pinning down the coffin, rendering the scarred man immobile.

Behind that slender arm, a figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

The scarred man’s face changed, and he immediately drew his curved blade, striking towards the figure.

His blade technique was fast, like a fleeting phantom, so swift that it was almost impossible to catch his movements in the void.

It was with such blade work that he could slice blood fiends into countless pieces in the blink of an eye.

Bang—

Two fair fingers gently lifted, pinching the blade, "Talent Sequence 121: Bandit, you’ve mastered it quite well."

A gentle and calm voice rose in the silent darkness.

The figure twisted their fingers slightly, breaking the sharp blade with ease.

Then in the next second, the broken blade pierced the scarred man’s throat.

"Heretic... Heretic..."

Blood aglow with an orange radiance spurted from the wound in the scarred man’s throat.

The figure gently patted his shoulder as a golden light flowed from their fingertips fully into his body, destroying his vitality.

The light around him gradually dimmed.

"You... how could you be here!?"

The bespectacled man watched the figure emerging from the darkness, lifting the bone in his hand, but no matter how he tried to activate it, the bone’s golden light didn’t stir at all.

He looked up at the figure, "Have you sealed off this space?"

"No,"

The figure answered with a smile, serene as ever, "I’ve only blocked the abnormal pathways."

"Was all the false information deliberately given by you guys this time?"

The bespectacled man’s face was as still as water, his hand reaching into his clothes.

"I surrender,"

Before he could finish his words, the thin man beside him immediately put down the coffin he was holding, raised his hands, and looked toward the figure,

"I’ve long wanted to join your esoteric teachings. I still revere your doctrines, it’s just a pity that I met the wrong person at the time. Now, given the chance to choose, I opt to join the side of justice! From darkness to light!"

"You!"

The bespectacled man looked at the thin man with anger.

"From darkness to light?!"

The figure emerging from the darkness smiled slightly at the thin man, "You’re not bad."

The thin man chuckled heh heh, relieved.

But before he could react, he saw the figure lift a foot and instantly appear before him, then immediately grasped his neck and lifted him up.

"I... I surrender..."

The thin man’s eyes widened, staring at the figure in bewilderment as traces of ice spread from his neck to the figure’s injury.

"Talent Sequences 75: Magic Warrior, hmm, your solidified ability is quite admirable, a fine specimen,"

the figure said with a mild smile, "Unfortunately, it’s not my duty to accept heretics."

He gently shook off the ice residue from his hands, then with a forceful flick, flung the thin man into the gap between the coffins, into the darkness untouched by light.

The thin man struggled violently, trying to grab hold of the coffin board beside him to prevent falling into the darkness.

But at this moment, pallid hands covered in mottled spots emerged from the depths of the dark, grabbing his body, pulling at his shoulders, covering his glasses, and muffling his mouth.

In his fervent struggles, more and more hands appeared, ultimately covering his entire body and dragging him into the silent darkness.

Squeak—squeak—

Sounds of resistance echoed in the dark.

"Did you also plant a spy around our leader?"

The bespectacled man watched the figure turn around, his expression slightly grave, "This time I’ve been outplayed by you. I’m willing to admit defeat,"

he suddenly raised an upright pointer-shaped white sun crown he had taken out from his clothes.

"Corona of Radiance?"

The figure looked at the bespectacled man, with a slight lift in his gaze.

"Is this what you wanted? You knew I would bring it here."

The bespectacled man’s face turned utterly cold, "Whether you can get it or not depends on your skill. Taking me down, at least I’ve accounted for myself to our leader."

The figure smiled, watching the golden disc in his hand, eyes narrowing slightly.

Sudden bursts of bright light flickered in the pitch-black space.

Then, two swift, phantom-like figures collided and leaped among the coffins.

Streams of light rapidly flickered across the space, and one by one, sealed coffins exploded and vanished into the deepest layers of darkness following those flickering lights.

When the radiance had dissipated.

"What kind of monster are you, exactly..."

The bespectacled man’s eyes widened as his body, impaled by several golden spears, fell backward, his gaze frozen as he looked at the figure before him.

Step by step, the figure approached him.

Thump—thump thump—thump—

At that moment, not far from the two men, in the third row of coffins, a gentle knocking sound could be heard.

Then, the knocking gradually stopped.

In this dark silence, the sealed coffin lid was suddenly thrust open.

A blood-red butterfly flew out from the dark coffin, spreading its wings, landing on the top edge of the coffin lid.

Following that, a pale hand smeared with fresh blood shot out from the coffin and, with a loud ’bang,’ grasped the edge of the coffin.