Life Game In Other World-Chapter 1732 - 1731: History and Future

Licking one’s own corpse to directly become a Super Angel, is this Noctis’s true goal?

Thinking of this, He Ao instead calmed down.

He hadn’t felt such pure malice directed at him in the Main World for a long time.

If the Dawn Leader wanted to pick up his corpse, how could he be sure that he could control the things He Ao left behind?

The Trapped Destiny Plate, the Historical Contract, the Sound of the Star Sea, each of these things involved multiple levels of Divine Beings, akin to massive time bombs.

He was so confident in mastering these things and could still play hide-and-seek with him here?

Or was it that he was prepared to abandon these things and only take those he could control? The Talent Sequence of Super Memory? The Talent Sequence of the Secret Wizard?

If he took these Talent Sequences, he would inevitably create a mystical connection with those things.

Wait, could it be that he wasn’t aware of the existence of items like the Trapped Destiny Plate?

With this thought, He Ao suddenly paused.

He carefully recalled that prophetic dream.

In that dream, those items indeed seemed absent, and the battle between He Ao and the Starlight Silhouette was obscured by a massive explosion.

At the time, He Ao thought Noctis didn’t dare to touch anything related to the Starlight Silhouette, fearful of being discovered—there were indeed signs of discovery by the Starlight Silhouette back then.

As a true participant, He Ao, of course, could imagine what kind of Extraordinary Items he might have triggered amidst that explosion, so he didn’t find it strange at first.

But looking back now, Noctis might not have ’foreseen’ the details of the battle within the explosion.

Perhaps predicting the Starlight Silhouette was already his limit, and the things in He Ao’s hands, though not of a terrifyingly high grade, each strongly related to the Divine Beings.

Any ’prophecy’ associated with them could involve connections to some Divine Being.

And from previous observations, Noctis lacked the ability to predict powers related to Divine Beings.

Phew—

The faint ocean waves crashed against the rocks, and He Ao gently rubbed his cheek.

All this time, He Ao had found Noctis’s state quite odd. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

He possessed the ability to sever He Ao’s perception, suspected to come from a super high Positional Grade, and the ability to foresee the future, yet from his physical appearance, he seemed like an ordinary person.

Controlling forces far exceeding his own grade with a mortal’s flesh and blood body, he neither went insane nor underwent mutation.

His abilities likely did not originate from himself, and the ’abilities’ he acquired might have even undergone some ’contraction’ to fit his frailty.

And did this contraction also limit the extent to which Noctis could prophesy?

He Ao slightly rose, gazing at the vast sea.

Against the reflection of this boundless ocean, he appeared so small.

If Noctis couldn’t foresee the existence of items like the Historical Contract, then perhaps there was a chance to catch this slippery eel.

Since he dared to target He Ao, even if he didn’t confront the time bombs like the Historical Contract, he still had to meet two requirements.

First, he must suppress He Ao’s internal Talent Sequence.

Second, he must deal with Li Cheng. Although Li Cheng had recently disappeared for some reason, as a complete Angel, if He Ao died, he would likely emerge to contend with Noctis for He Ao’s legacy.

And these two requirements, in essence, only required one condition—that is, Noctis must be able to exert strong Angel-Tier power, at least briefly.

This way, he could handle Li Cheng and suppress He Ao’s Talent Sequence at the same time.

He might even possess some ability to forcibly digest He Ao’s Talent Sequence.

Theoretically, enabling a mortal to possess Angel-Tier power in a short time was an impossible feat.

However, considering Noctis’s peculiar manifestations, he might already transcend conventional mortal boundaries.

Possessing some unique ’abilities’ seemed reasonable.

And these abilities were his reliance.

Yet, even with so many peculiarities, his super abilities should still have a time limit.

After all, not being an Angel means not being an Angel; he couldn’t fully resemble an Angel.

Put the best steel on the blade’s edge.

Hence, he would surely reserve his abilities for critical moments.

Developing from this perspective, his actions to flee and avoid contact with He Ao, even at the risk of exposing his identity, seemed understandable.

He Ao had already been led onto the path he had laid out, and any contact with He Ao now would be irrational and could potentially force He Ao to use his trump card.

With his current cautious and careful nature, he likely wouldn’t make a move before the final moment.

There is a good chance he’s somewhere now, silently waiting for the moment the Navigator arrives.

Given his character, if he truly could control He Ao’s Talent Sequence, he would most likely abandon the Main World and run.

So, from his perspective, this was a ’transformation’.

A chance to transform from a mortal of flesh and blood to an Angel capable of roaming the void.

He has probably waited a long time for this opportunity.

Although based on the Mysticism Knowledge He Ao had, the success rate of this plan wasn’t high, he appeared willing to try nonetheless.

Or perhaps he had seen some ’future’ where he succeeded and thus was willing to try.

After piecing all of this together, He Ao sighed.

Noctis was sufficiently careful and cautious—he likely wouldn’t make an appearance before ’He Ao’ died.

Moreover, he could see the future, meaning that the traps He Ao laid would be directly foreseen by him.

He would probably only choose the safest option and wouldn’t step into any traps He Ao set.

Theoretically, by the time He Ao had pieced all this together, he shouldn’t be worrying about it anymore.

He Ao looked at the vast ocean before him, gently raising his hand.

A faint glimmer surfaced from the depths of the sea.

This was the mark point he had just set.

He glanced at his phone; the Central Earth Space Agency was constantly updating him on the Navigator’s current location.

The Navigator was now nearing the moon.

Time was not on his side.

What He Ao needed to consider now was how to save the world, not catch a ’clown’ hiding in the shadows.

This might also be Noctis’s judgment, which is why he naturally exposed his own identity like this.

Even if he exposed his identity, He Ao should still be busy saving the world, with no time to pursue him.

In a sense, this was also a kind of ’mockery’ directed at He Ao.

He seemed quite pleased at the thought of seeing He Ao’s frustration at failing to catch him.

And yet, He Ao had no choice but to walk the path he had arranged, leading to ’death’.

However,

He Ao looked down at the information in his hands.

He thought he could still struggle a bit.

He raised his head and looked at the bright sky above.

Moreover, he always had a thought that this ’Dawn Leader’ might be the key to unraveling the ’deadlock’.

——

Martial Arts World

He Ao raised his hand and looked at the platform in front of him.

On the platform lay a small, black book.

He raised his hand, opened the small book, and clear text swiftly emerged.

[In the suffocating deadlock that cannot be spoken of, He Ao opened the Historical Contract, attempting to find a method to save the future from history.]

[He caressed the book cover, pondering how to use the power of this book, but a piercing warning still echoed in his soul.]

[Be careful with history]

He Ao looked at the text on the book and fell silent for a moment.

As time passed while he mastered this book, it seemed to ’sense’ a bit of his thoughts.

Although many times it was pure guesswork, there were moments of accuracy.

For example, at this moment, he indeed opened the book cautiously.

He glanced at the pages with writing, gently raised his hand, and flipped the page.

As the next blank page appeared, He Ao placed his hand on the page.

A line of text appeared on the page along with his intentions.

[Tia Empire’s Eastern Tsunami]

About thirty-five years ago, the tsunami in the eastern small town of Slux City of Tia Empire caused numerous casualties.

Along with this line of text lighting up, some blurry scenes began to emerge in He Ao’s mind.

They were towering waves like mountains, violent hurricanes, and devastated beachfront villas and buildings.

It seemed the great tsunami from thirty-five years ago was reenacting right before him.

And dense text also started appearing on the Historical Contract.

They were detailed news reports documenting this tsunami.

Then those news reports quickly merged into a detailed account recording the causes and effects of the tsunami.

He Ao gazed at this report; every segment reflected in his mind like a movie.

As if endless information was pouring madly towards his brain, so much so that a slight dizziness emerged.

He immediately severed the connection with the Historical Contract, cutting off this flow of information.

’The Historical Contract is a contract with history; it will faithfully record every piece of history it encounters.’

He Ao had always had a doubt; did the history recorded by the Historical Contract start once he gained control over it or did it always have the record since its creation?

After all, when He Ao got hold of the book, it was all blank, starting to ’record’ only once he opened it.

It looked just like it was starting to record then.

But there was another possibility; it might have always been recording history, just requiring some sort of ’awakening’ condition.

In fact, He Ao had tried several times before, and this time, he truly succeeded in awakening the ’history’ it recorded.

And the awakening condition was simple, ’Complex and detailed related historical information.’

He Ao collected hundreds of reports related to the tsunami from entertainment tabloids to Tia Empire’s imperial publications, and even online self-media broadcasts, he gathered perspectives from all angles.

He remembered all these reports, then attempted to imprint his memory onto the Historical Contract.

Thus, these reports converged, awakening the true ’history’ recorded by the Historical Contract.

He Ao quietly read the report presented by the Historical Contract, attempting to control the flow of information from the contract.

Whenever his gaze fixed upon a segment of text, it would unfold, revealing more detailed descriptions, and related information would also surge into his mind through the power of the Historical Contract.

In this way, He Ao quietly observed the entire report, searching for the information he needed.

Soon, his gaze landed on a segment of text, and a cliff appeared in his mind.

After a brief moment of contemplation, he tried to raise his hand and modify one sentence.

——

Tia Empire · Slux City

"Thank you." He Ao lowered his head, accepted the coffee, and folded the newspaper in his hand.

He lifted his gaze and glanced at the cliff top not far away.

"Are you also here to see the Holy Castle?" A young waitress with slightly dark skin casually asked as she stood next to him.

"Why do they call it ’Holy Castle’?" He Ao asked curiously.

"You’re interesting, isn’t it written in the old newspaper you’re holding?"

The waitress glanced at He Ao with some surprise, pointing to a corner of the newspaper in He Ao’s hand.

"This castle was long declared a hazardous building decades ago, and no one lives there. It collapses with just a gust of wind, but during the great tsunami over thirty years ago, the castle miraculously remained intact. So, everyone says the castle is blessed by the divine, and many tourists from nearby visit every year."

With that, she looked up at He Ao, "But people like you from Central Earth are indeed rare, it’s too far, and our small local sights don’t catch attention there."

Her gaze fell on the newspaper in He Ao’s hand, "And you managed to find these decades-old newspapers, they look like they were printed from a museum."

"They were indeed printed from a museum, I went to the city museum, where they sell these old newspapers," He Ao said with a smile.

"Tsk, these museum people really come up with new ideas," The waitress shook her head, retrieved her tray, "Enjoy your reading, I’ll get back to work."

With a wave, she walked towards the laughing crowd on the other side.

Waves crashed against the shore, producing a rising and falling sound.

He Ao picked up the coffee and took a sip.

His gaze shifted to the distant ocean, looking towards the sky above the sea.

Just now, the Navigator had completely crossed the lunar orbit and was about to arrive above this planet.

He Ao withdrew his gaze and looked towards the cliff on the other side.

The castle on the cliff stood shakily, with only a few scattered tourists wandering and playing inside.

He Ao lowered his head, unfolded the old newspaper in his hand, and revealed the full title of the report in that corner:

[The ancient castle standing for hundreds of years demolished by the tremors of the great tsunami]

Below was a picture of the collapsed castle.

This newspaper was indeed bought by He Ao in the museum, but it was before he entered the Martial Arts World and touched the Historical Contract.

Throughout the process, this newspaper was kept with him, just taken out from the Martial Arts World.

This segment of delicate, barely noticeable history was altered.