novelraw Chapter 121 : Medium
Chapter 121 : Medium
Chapter 121: Medium
A powerful survival instinct drove Jiang Li to immediately try this unknown power.
He closed his eyes, and some kind of indescribable sensation rose within his body, like a slumbering torrent being awakened.
He felt an unprecedented wave of dizziness, as if something were being peeled away from his body.
At first, it was a slight tremor, followed by an uncontrollable sense of separation.
“Hu……”
A sigh that seemed to come from a distant abyss sounded by his ear, yet also seemed to be his own breath.
When he opened his eyes again, the world had undergone earth-shattering change.
He saw his own body, still seated cross-legged, motionless, like a stone statue.
And he, at this moment, was floating one meter above his body, so light it was unbelievable.
He tentatively “drifted” forward and, without any effort at all, passed straight through the dilapidated wardrobe beside him, then directly through the narrow rental room’s wall, arriving outside.
This was a wondrous sensation he had never experienced before.
Unable to feel gravity or air resistance, he now seemed to be a purely conscious entity, freely soaring through the silent night sky of Zhucheng.
The city beneath his feet had sparse lights; the silhouettes of clustered high-rises under the night curtain looked both magnificent and eerie.
He could see the trash bins at street corners, see abandoned vehicles by the roadside, and could even see faint lights glowing in distant building windows.
The Medium’s ability was actually soul projection!
An indescribable ecstasy surged in Jiang Li’s heart.
In this death game, he had actually gained such an unbelievable advantage!
Because there was no ability more suitable for reconnaissance and infiltration than a soul form.
After the initial shock and excitement, an intense desire to survive made him quickly calm down.
Thus, he began to control his soul body, weaving through Zhucheng’s forest of steel and concrete in search of information.
Like an invisible ghost, he skimmed across the tops of high-rises, slipped into abandoned streets, and observed this city chosen by the “Game of Gods.”
At this moment, the night was deep; apart from the occasional gust of wind, the city was utterly silent.
Several hours passed. Jiang Li’s soul body had already crossed nearly half the city, yet he discovered nothing.
Most areas of Zhucheng had already fallen asleep, with only scattered lights flickering in certain corners.
Just as he was preparing to return to his physical body and end this exploration, his “gaze” was accidentally drawn to an unfinished building in the distance.
From the top floor of that unfinished building came a faint, low sound, as if someone were conversing.
In such deathly silence, this slight movement appeared exceptionally abrupt.
Jiang Li immediately controlled his soul body to drift toward the top floor of that unfinished building.
The closer he got, the clearer the sounds became.
Jiang Li carefully passed through the thick concrete wall of the top floor and entered that space.
By the faint neon glow of the city, he clearly saw the scene before him.
It was a spacious yet desolate area, with construction debris and gravel scattered across the concrete floor.
At the center of the space, three figures were seated around a crude table, on which lay a folded city map.
Upon seeing these three people, Jiang Li’s heart suddenly tightened—the aura emanating from them was absolutely not that of ordinary people!
They were Transcendents. They were players!
Seated at the head position was a burly man with a rugged face.
At this moment, there was a trace of impatience and ruthlessness on his face, his thick fingers forcefully tapping the map.
To the right of this burly man sat a young man wearing a standard military uniform, with a lean face and sharp eyes.
His expression was cold and indifferent, as if he did not care about anything before him, only occasionally sweeping his gaze lightly across the map.
To the left of the burly man was a woman wearing a long coat. The brim of her hat was pulled very low, covering most of her face, revealing only a delicate chin and meticulously shaped red lips.
She sat there quietly, yet exuded a powerful presence that could not be underestimated.
Three Transcendents—three players—were secretly meeting at the very start of the game on the top floor of this abandoned unfinished building?
Jiang Li’s soul body clung to the ceiling, straining to get closer to listen to their conversation.
“…I’m saying this—killing those solo players is easy, but don’t you people from Bureau 869 dare play dirty tricks on me at the end.” The burly man’s voice carried a hint of threat as it reached Jiang Li’s ears.
The young man in the military uniform calmly raised his head, his gaze as placid as still water, without a ripple. “Red, what Bureau 869 wants is order, not your head.”
“How to obtain greater benefits from this Zhucheng game, and reduce chaos as much as possible, is the focus of Bureau 869.”
After the young man finished speaking, the woman in the long coat raised her hand and gently pointed at the map.
Her voice was clear and cool, pleasant yet carrying an unquestionable authority: “What Lin Xun said is correct. Benefits are our goal.”
“After all, victory in the game is effortless for us. How to seize greater benefits for the forces behind us is our true objective……”
Listening to their conversation, Jiang Li’s soul body felt ice-cold inside.
So what he had joined was not a fair “Game of Gods,” but an outright massacre!
Any single major faction’s player was already enough to give ordinary players a headache.
Now players from three major forces were actually going to join hands!
They were going to slaughter the ordinary players in the game who had no background and no backing, seize individual victory, and win generous rewards.
In that instant, despair and fear flooded Jiang Li like a tidal wave.
He was merely a small nobody struggling to survive at the bottom. He had thought the game would at least offer a sliver of hope, but he never imagined that from the moment he stepped into the game, he had already been marked prey, destined to become a sacrificial pawn in the struggle for利益 among the three major forces.
However, just as this bone-deep despair reached its peak, an even stronger will to survive ignited in his heart like a raging fire.
He could not die!
He absolutely could not die so inexplicably!
He suddenly realized that this asymmetric information advantage he now possessed was his greatest asset!
The three major forces believed they controlled the whole situation, believed the solo players were ignorant and clueless, to be slaughtered at will.
But they did not know that one “solo” player had already silently infiltrated their core conspiracy and glimpsed this cruel truth.
This truth was his only life-or-death capital in this dead end.
Jiang Li’s soul body swiftly withdrew from the unfinished building and returned to his rental room at top speed, plunging back into the cross-legged physical body.
At the instant his soul returned to its vessel, he abruptly opened his eyes. The confusion and fear from before were gone, replaced by cold clarity, and a trace of calculation hidden deep within his pupils.
Icy moonlight streamed through the window and fell upon his face, illuminating the ambiguous curve at the corner of his mouth.
Since he had already seen through the true nature of the board, he had to exploit this loophole, exploit this secret known to no one else, and tear open a blood-soaked path of survival for himself within this dead end woven jointly by gods and the powerful.
He was going to live.
For that, he would spare no cost.