novelraw Chapter 411: Won the Bet! A Life-Risking Result
Chapter 411: Won the Bet! A Life-Risking Result
As the words fell, Lu Ce's next action made Perfect Life and The Creator in the room nearly pop their eyes out!
If not for the game's live stream being shut down, the entire world would have been popping their eyes out together!
Lu Ce, bearing countless wounds and cracks that simply wouldn't heal, faced the pale blue light sphere before him and forcefully raised the Extreme Path Battle-Axe in his hands!
Perfect Life: ?
The Creator: ?
Wait?!
Is there actually something in this world you wouldn't dare attack?
Their eyes instantly widened enormously as the entire Room Nine began to tremble.
The darkness covering the room seemed to vibrate.
[Oh?]Despair's voice carried genuine surprise this time, but Lu Ce had no intention of conversing further.
Boom!
The raised Extreme Path Battle-Axe came crashing down heavily upon the pale blue light sphere!
Earlier, that so-called Despair Emissary talked about declaring war?
What's there left to declare?
Let's test it with an axe strike first!
A thunderous roar erupted as black-blue lightning burst forth, spreading throughout the room with crackling sounds that echoed like the world's end.
The black-blue lightning scorched Lu Ce's body until he was covered in wounds, his Illusion Cloak—an epic weapon—utterly incapable of repair.
Beneath tattered clothing lay exposed flesh, with charred cracks seeping with despair's aura.
The pale blue light sphere showed no reaction, but the Extreme Path Battle-Axe rebounded high into the air, forcing Lu Ce's body back several uncontrolled steps.
Those steps moved with abnormal mechanical looseness, as if every muscle and bone in his body could no longer properly connect.
As if he were about to fall apart completely.
Perfect Life watched the horrifying scene before him, unable to comprehend why anyone would fight such a hopeless battle like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Yet when Lu Ce raised his Extreme Path Battle-Axe and struck at the light sphere representing [Despair], it somehow reignited a spark of strength within Perfect Life's heart.
His mind, completely overwhelmed by despair, cleared slightly.
No... how can I just rot away here!
Dying in battle is better than dying in despair here, isn't it?!
But his rational mind fought against his despair-corrupted soul, leaving him utterly powerless.
His hands pressed desperately against the floor as if bearing a mountain on his back, straining to push himself up.
Yet even when blood seeped from beneath all ten fingernails from the effort, he remained completely unable to rise.
In true despair, even a desperate charge becomes an unattainable luxury.
Lu Ce wasn't much better off, but the Godslayer Medal had been shining from the beginning like the sun in his heart, supporting his continued struggle.
[How strange, are you... seeking death?]
[A broken divine weapon remains broken after all. You don't actually think this has any effect, do you?]
"Then... why aren't I dead yet!"
Lu Ce took a quick step forward, raising the axe with both hands and bringing it down once more!
Boom!
Pale blue light instantly erupted throughout the room as if its energy had been forcibly compressed out.
Crack.
Lu Ce's legs instantly dislocated, yet he didn't stop, raising the Extreme Path Battle-Axe once more to strike at the light sphere again.
[...]
[Despair] fell silent, seemingly unable to comprehend why this madman before him would do such things.
And actually, He had experienced a slight emotional fluctuation—after all, such axe strikes represented the ultimate provocation.
As a god, facing such provocation from an ant, the best response was immediate annihilation without wasting words.
Any threatening talk now would only diminish His dignity.
But...
Under Lu Ce's continuous axe strikes, Despair's voice finally spoke again.
This time, His voice carried no amusement, only complete emotionlessness.
[Fine, consider your gamble won.]
[Kid, you're not stupid after all.]
[However, I'll remember you.]
[Torment died, only for something as bizarre as you to emerge. Heh, interesting.]
[I look forward to the nourishment you'll provide me. Believe me—fear, sorrow, pain, despair.]
[You won't escape any of them.]
After speaking, terrifying energy impacts instantly erupted throughout the room before everything vanished.
Perfect Life and The Creator were pressed firmly against the floor, unable to move while prone, but when they looked up again moments later, the entire room had undergone dramatic changes.
The previous darkness had completely disappeared, replaced again by bright illumination.
It was still the same room, with "Nine" written on the wall and "Wen" written on the floor.
All despair in their hearts, all soul-crushing pressure, vanished completely in that instant.
Perfect Life jumped up from the floor, looking bewildered at everything that had suddenly returned to normal.
What happened?
[Game system experiencing systemic error, debugging in progress.]
[Re-evaluating, re-calculating results.]
The game's mechanical voice sounded on everyone's game interface, and then...
Thud!
A dull sound echoed through Room Nine as Lu Ce collapsed stiffly onto the floor.
The horrific wounds and cracks on his body finally began bleeding profusely, spreading across the floor like streams within just a few breaths.
Perfect Life and The Creator rushed forward simultaneously, arriving at his side instantly. The Creator didn't waste words, immediately opening several high-grade potions and pouring them over Lu Ce's body.
Perfect Life checked his vital signs and was immediately horrified.
"He's dead?!"
"He's asleep! Can't you tell?" The Creator said exasperatedly, ignoring this world's second-ranked player.
Perfect Life stared somewhat dazedly at the figure on the ground who appeared completely broken.
In his mind, the image of the other raising that giant axe to strike [Despair] remained exceptionally clear.
It was the first time in this world he had genuinely felt, from the bottom of his heart, that he was inferior to someone else.
"What... did he gamble and win?" Perfect Life whispered softly.
"Perhaps he used his life to test and obtain the answer he wanted," The Creator replied.