Life Game In Other World
Chapter 817: Huh? (Large - for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 817: Chapter 817: Huh? (Large Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

In the pitch-dark silence of space, He Ao was sensing the direction of his body while enveloping the old man’s body with the power of "Super Memory."

The twisting darkness around them writhed like great swarms coming closer in madness, trying to devour the old man’s soul.

Compared to the power of He Ao, the soul of an ordinary person was as weak as a faint glow, and with just a bit of carelessness, it would be completely consumed by these twisting patterns.

Even though He Ao was protecting him all along, the old man’s soul still showed signs of instability.

However, this pitch-black space was not long, and He Ao quickly passed through it under the guidance of the Phalange Fossil, returning to his body.

Upon returning to his body, he did not immediately open his eyes but found himself in a purely white space.

He let go of his hand, withdrew the power entwined with the old man’s soul, and then deactivated "Super Memory."

By now, the old man had fallen into a comatose state.

Even with the protection of "Super Memory," passing through the ’pitch-black space’ still caused significant damage to the old man’s ordinary soul.

His soul had even become unstable.

Had he not angered the administrators of the Eternal Divine Nation, causing his soul to be on the verge of erasure, He Ao would not have attempted to risk saving him.

He could only save one soul; attempting to bring along another would likely have resulted in both souls being torn apart during the transition through the pitch-black space, becoming nourishment for that darkness.

Fortunately, everything was still under control.

In this vast white space, the crumbling soul of the old man no longer continued to disintegrate.

The surrounding light quivered, and a little girl in a red dress appeared next to He Ao, staring at the old man’s soul floating in the air.

This space was inside the "Paper Butterfly."

The Paper Butterfly itself was a creation of soul power and mental power, possessing a dedicated place for accommodating mental power.

Because of the special relationship between the Paper Butterfly and He Ao, he could also enter this place.

At this time, He Ao was also monitoring the physical condition of the old man through "Spiritual Vision."

Under the nourishment of Alice’s already abundant mental power, the state of the old man’s soul not only stopped deteriorating but was also stabilizing.

This reminded He Ao of those ’souls’ living in the Eternal Divine Nation.

Normally, a soul exposed to the outside world would dissipate within a very short time unless contained in some special receptacle.

However, most receptacles, like the extraordinary item Vincent had, which could summon the undead, could only ensure that some remnants of the soul remained, not the integrity of the soul.

The resentful spirits inside the Inner Church, including Alice, also retained only fragments of reasoning, with practically none being able to preserve their complete intellect.

But after these remnants of power in the Inner Church were related to He Ao and converged into the "Paper Butterfly," the space within the Paper Butterfly underwent a certain mutation and acquired the capability to nourish souls to some extent.

Countless thoughts crossed He Ao’s mind.

It seemed that the Inner Church might indeed be one of the ’experimental products’ made by the Eternal Secret Teachings during the construction of the Eternal Divine Nation.

He looked up at the vast white space around him, deep in thought.

Yet he quickly diverted his thoughts, focusing on the old man in front of him.

He could feel that nourishing the old man’s soul required "consuming" energy from this space.

Although an ordinary person’s soul was not a burden for Alice, what if there were thousands of souls?

So, was this the essence of ’working’ in exchange for survival time within the Eternal Divine Nation?

The Eternal Divine Nation itself could not provide the energy to sustain so many souls, so it had these souls perform certain ’labors’ to obtain energy.

But how could these labors in the Eternal Divine Nation transform into the nation’s own strength?

By drawing from the void? Or some special means of production?

Judging by Alice’s current consumption, the energy used to stabilize a soul was not much, and the consumption by a more complete form of the Eternal Divine Nation would likely be even lower.

If the efficiency of this energy transformation method was high enough, was the Eternal Divine Nation actually driving these "souls" to "earn" energy for itself?

From the few "private spaces" He Ao first arrived at, it seemed there were still others who could freely squander the energy of the Eternal Divine Nation.

They also mentioned words like "log in" and "virtual reality."

Did this imply that they were not "permanent residents" of the Eternal Divine Nation? Could they actually freely "log on and off" through some device?

For them, the Eternal Divine Nation was like a more advanced "game" that they could enjoy both in reality and within the Eternal Divine Nation.

For them, perhaps the Eternal Divine Nation was truly an "ideal realm."

He Ao retracted his thoughts, his gaze lingering on an elderly man gradually awakening from a deep slumber.

To allow ordinary people to freely log on and off meant the Eternal Divine Nation couldn’t be like the Inner Church, where one had to survive a wave of pollution and prove their loyalty to the Eternal Radiance before entering.

Perhaps, the Eternal Divine Nation was, in reality, closer to the actual world than the Inner Church?

He Ao remembered the beam of light he had first seen above Wint City.

He withdrew his gaze, glancing at Alice beside him.

Perhaps, not just "closer."

Then, he nodded at Alice and left the pure white space.

---

Bright daylight streamed through the narrow, old window into He Ao’s eyes.

As he slowly opened his eyes, the world around him gradually became clear.

Next to him was a face, resting on the edge of the bed, asleep. Scattered red hair partially laid on the white sheets, while some trailed off the side of the bed.

As He Ao woke up, the figure beside the bed twitched her eyelids, then slowly opened her eyes, sat up straight, and looked at He Ao somewhat excitedly, "You’re awake?!"

For a C-level Transcendent, even in sleep, if she wasn’t deeply asleep, her perception of the outside world was particularly acute.

The C-level Transcendent in front of He Ao, feeling perhaps her emotion was too intense, slightly moderated her expression and looked at He Ao gently, "How do you feel?"

"Much better,"

He Ao nodded gently, glancing at Lena’s somewhat messy hair, "How long did I ’sleep’?"

"Hmm?"

Lena glanced at the small electronic clock on the wall, "Six or seven hours, I think."

He Ao’s gaze also moved to the electronic clock, which now showed seven-thirty in the morning.

"Is that so?"

He rubbed his temple and looked around; he seemed to be lying in a place resembling a ’pharmacy’, "Where is this?"

"My secret base,"

Lena shrugged, she looked around, "This is a hospital ward and also a pharmacy, a ’den’ I prepared for myself. None of my subordinates know about this place."

"Are those two from the Federal Bureau of Investigation here?"

After a brief thought, He Ao remembered.

Lena had said she’d arranged for the people from the Federal Bureau of Investigation to be taken to a place that no one knew about.

"They’re not here,"

Lena shook her head, "But they’re in another secret base nearby, and Gast from last night, I sent them all there. Want to go see them? Are you feeling alright now?"

"I’m fine."

He Ao shook his head and, supporting himself on the bed rail, sat up, "Let’s go see them."

"Okay."

Lena found a large leather coat for He Ao and draped it over him.

---

Cloud District

"What on earth are you doing?"

In the luxurious office, a neatly dressed elderly man angrily looked at the White Robe Priest in front of him. "Last night you tore down an entire building! It cost us five Mechas and dozens of Dragon Cavalry. Do you think these things are cabbages? Don’t they cost money?"

His hand pressed on the desk; his gaze was icy. "Tell me, who were you chasing last night? What did you find? That is, if you still consider us allies."

"Don’t worry, Mister Vincent,"

the White Robe Priest said with a gentle smile,

"We are united. Last night, something unforeseen happened—fighting involving two B-level powerhouses suspected of being connected to the Ancient Teachings. It’s quite normal for a building to be demolished, and it only shows that they were exceptionally restrained in controlling their own strength perfectly."

"Are B-levels that strong?"

Vincent observed the White Robe Priest.

"Of course, you’ve seen the Sky Behemoth,"

the priest’s smile was unchanged, "even that formidable weapon is only equivalent to a B-level,"

he continued, "Weapons like the Sky Behemoth, without a protective fleet, actually cannot withstand B-level humanoids who are faster, stronger, and smaller. It just takes some time to dismantle such behemoths."

"Are you threatening me?"

Vincent’s expression grew colder. "Don’t forget who is providing you with funding, venues, and shelter. Do you think your B-level Transcendents are stronger than the Federation? Stronger than Rockville Energy Group?"

"You worry too much; we are united, prospering and suffering together,"

the smile on the White Robe Priest’s face remained steady, "We also lost a core preacher last night and one of our churches was demolished. Our losses are not light either. We also want to catch the individual from last night."

"So what exactly happened last night?"

Vincent sat back in his chair, his voice cold. "I need to know the details of this incident; at the least, I need to know who caused us losses last night."

"Alright,"

the White Robe Priest sighed and tapped on his wristband, "I’ve already sent you the intelligence on the B-level suspect who escaped last night."

Vincent lifted his wristband, glanced at the file, then his expression stiffened, angrily staring at the White Robe Priest, "A child?"

"Yes, according to our intelligence estimates, the B-level who survived last night is this... young Mister."

The White Robe Priest said with a soft laugh, "We hope you will cooperate with us and mobilize the power of United Industries to hunt this individual. Of course, if you do not trust this, we are unable to do much, and I have other matters at the Church. If you have more to discuss, you can contact me."

Saying this, he walked straight to the office door, opened it and left.

The office fell silent once again.

Vincent’s angry expression vanished in the blink of an eye; he stared thoughtfully at the portrait of the young boy on his wrist device.

"Mister, should we send someone to find this child?"

Behind Vincent, a middle-aged man who had been standing silently spoke slowly. "Is the Eternal Secret Teachings deceiving us?"

"Unlikely,"

Vincent shook his head. "They seem to have been hunting this child for a while; whether he is the B-level from last night or not, he is very important to the Eternal Secret Teachings. Do not underestimate anyone because of their age. Arrange for cooperation with the Eternal Secret Teachings to find him, but if he is found, do not inform them first—report to me."

"Are you planning to use this child to leverage the Eternal Secret Teachings?"

The middle-aged man pondered and sighed. "These cultists are becoming increasingly disrespectful. If our Sky Behemoth were still here, they wouldn’t dare be so arrogant."

"When he’s strong, he deserves to be arrogant; don’t worry,"

Vincent shook his head and glanced out the window at the snow-covered city. "Go contact Captain Lutz; it’s time we met."

"Yes!"

The middle-aged man bowed slightly, his gaze deep.

---

Storm Zone

The morning sky continued to sprinkle light snow as He Ao and Lena, wearing their leather coats, stepped down from the off-road vehicle and stood in front of a dilapidated iron gate.

Knock—knock—knock

Lena lifted her hand clad in black leather gloves and rhythmically knocked three times on the door.

"Who is it?"

After a brief silence, a hoarse, deep voice sounded from behind the door.

"Landlord."

Lena responded calmly.

Click—

The old iron door was pulled open, and a bandaged man stepped aside, looking at the two figures in front of him, "Come in quickly, it’s cold outside."

The two entered the room, one after the other; the bandaged man looked outside the door on both sides, then shut the door.

Inside, an electric fireplace was burning, and as they entered, a warm atmosphere enveloped them.

He Ao and Lena shook off the snow on their bodies and hung their leather coats on an iron coat rack nearby.

"Ha~"

He Ao looked at his whitening fingers, exhaled, and rubbed his palms together.

Transcendents usually don’t catch cold easily, but their perception is stronger than ordinary people.

"Is it Mr. Yiluo?"

At that moment, Federal Bureau of Investigation agent Gast, who had shut the door, came over, looking at He Ao with some curiosity.

"Hello."

He Ao smiled and nodded at him.

"Hello,"

Gast looked around He Ao with surprised and curious eyes and laughed. "Youthful and accomplished."

Then he turned, walked towards the fireplace where Klin and another young investigator were sitting.

He lifted a Moka pot in front of the fireplace, "We made some coffee. Would you like some?"

The Moka pot, a tool that extracts coffee through steam, holds water at the bottom and coffee powder in the middle. During the heating process, the steam carries the extracted coffee and sprays it from the spout at the top of the pot.

"Thank you."

He Ao sat in a chair in front of the fireplace and nodded lightly.

"My brewed coffee has a very good flavor."

Gast smiled, took out two paper cups, poured coffee for He Ao, and then for Lena.

While pouring the coffee, he looked at He Ao and asked casually, "By the way, Mister Yiluo, is the mechanical driver who destroyed the Sky Behemoth also one of your people?"

"That’s me."

He Ao held the coffee, looking puzzled at him.

Gast: "Ah?"