My different world is game mode.

Walla Walla:

"Lindsay, do you think there might be people from the [Law Capital] among them?"

The night was as dark as ink, and the cold sea breeze, stirred up by the whirlpool, lashed against my face.

When Lindsay heard Wala Wala's question, she could only shake her head:

"uncertain."

"Aside from being able to identify their human identities in life, you can't actually see their faces if you look closely."

Upon hearing Lindsay's answer, the girl's icy blue eyes focused intently on what was below.

From an artist's perspective, only a blurry human figure can be seen.

This applies both underwater and on the surface.

"..."

Wala Wala stared for a few more seconds before looking away.

She resumed laying the wooden platform forward, and while working, she casually struck up a conversation with Lindsay:

"By the way, Lindsay, aren't you a member of the school of death studies?"

"I've only ever seen it in plays—after a person dies, their soul enters the 'Sea of ​​Lost Souls' and comes to its end there."

"So this is the true destination for all souls?"

"..."

Lindsay glanced at the girl beside her and raised an eyebrow.

Although Wala Wala controlled her tone well, the slight emotional fluctuations in her voice still revealed her thoughts.

The end of life is death.

And each soul, rich in emotions, personality, and will, is destined to be torn into pure primordial matter and flow back into reality.

For a young girl, for an artist.

The impact of such a reality cannot be explained in just a few words.

So Lindsay shook her head:

“I have seen and presided over funeral ceremonies of the school of death. The soul of a person can dissipate, become distorted, or even revive along with the corpse. I think those that have disappeared must have entered here.”

Wala Wala sighed:

"It's all the same whether you're dead or alive."

"Whether they are awakened or ordinary people, the souls they leave behind are no different."

Lindsay began to analyze the situation earnestly:

"If there are methods at the soul level, the soul of an awakened person is still different."

“I once encountered a member of the Cataclysmic School. Their techniques are divided into two branches: [cultivating the soul] and [strengthening the body]. When the former reaches a high level, the soul can even separate from the body and survive independently…”

Before Lindsay could finish speaking, Vara Vara rolled her eyes at his lack of romantic understanding:

"I was just using a rhetorical device!"

"In the end, it's not certain whether high-level Awakened Ones can even be considered human, let alone something as essential as the soul."

Lindsay answered seriously:

"I think the most important thing for a person is the 'heart'; strength and physical body are secondary."

At that moment, Lindsay saw her right hand, which was laying down planks, pause briefly in mid-air.

"What have you thought of this time?"

The wooden plank in Wala Wala's hand finally fell completely:

"According to you, these souls all wandered into the Sea of ​​Lost Souls after death."

Lindsay guessed:

"You're looking for someone's soul?"

Wala Wala nodded slightly:

“My childhood wasn’t happy, but there were always one or two people I cared about during my time on Kuroshio Island…”

Before she could finish speaking, the girl's eyes lit up:

"Lindsay, could you..."

"No!" The two understood each other perfectly, so they didn't need much communication. Lindsay immediately guessed what Wala Wala was thinking and shook her head in rejection: "Game players don't have the ability to bring the dead back to life."

Although he clearly expressed his inability to do anything.

But in his mind, he was thinking about all sorts of game settings.

Whether it's RPG, real-time strategy, or survival simulation, countless game genres feature player resurrection.

So if one continues to improve their skills...

Will it one day unlock a skill like resurrection?

Even visual novels that are usually useless, if leveled up to the maximum level, will they also gain effects like saving/loading saves?

"However, it's still too far."

Thinking of this, Lindsay shook her head, clearing her mind.

This miraculous level of power is difficult for even powerful awakened beings to control.

The skill that truly achieves the miracle of reversing life and death...

Based on his experiences during his adventures, the blessing he bestowed upon himself by an eighth-stage artist can be considered one such blessing. It was also his greatest trump card in bringing back the Source Fire from the bottom of the [Sea of ​​Lost Souls].

While chatting idly, Lindsay and Walawala continued to build their combat platform on the whirlpool of the [Sea of ​​Lost Souls].

The brown corridor stretched straight towards the very center of the vortex.

Because of the protection provided by the rules of game skills.

These wooden blocks, which defy the laws of physics, are almost unaffected by external forces, and their strength is completely different from that of normal wooden boards.

Occasionally, the corrosive seawater would surge upwards and slap against the surface of the wooden planks.

It will also flow back to the sea along the grain of the wood and will not cause any unexpected impact.

Unfortunately, the realities of work don't shorten their long hours.

Stepping on a giant vortex with a diameter of over 200 kilometers.

After 11 hours of grueling labor, even though Lindsay and Walawara had the physical strength of awakened beings, the mental torment inevitably left them with glazed eyes.

Rumbling--

The roaring seawater grew louder and louder with the turbulent currents.

During a break from work, Lindsay peered down into the darkness, where a bottomless black vortex shrouded the sky.

The turbulent seawater couldn't even reflect the image of the wooden platform.

But somehow, they found themselves directly above the gaping maw of this 'giant beast'.

Lindsay looked ahead, at a point about 8 kilometers away from the two of them.

"Wah wah wah, look!"

Lindsay raised her voice, which finally drowned out the roaring sea below:

"We're almost there."

The artist, whose eyes were glazed over from the torment, blinked.

What the girl saw was not the center of the whirlpool, but at the edge of her field of vision, where the sunken seawater began to rise.

The center of the vortex is hidden in a lower location.

The two people are above the sea. They draw a straight line from their own position to the opposite side, and then choose a roughly identifiable pivot point. This is the true center of the whirlpool!

"Uh... ah!"

"We're finally going to be done."

Waa waa leaned back and plopped down on the ground, then spread her legs wide in a rather inelegant manner. She then lay there, clapping her hands together and banging on the wooden planks, expanding their space for movement.

The girl's dazed voice carried a hint of relief, and a touch of mockery:

"Lindsay, when you fought against powerful enemies, did you also create this kind of terrain?"

“Of course!” Lindsay replied matter-of-factly. “I once dug a huge cave in the mountains to deal with an elemental creature. And back then, I wasn’t as strong as I am now!”

Lindsay was about to tell Varawara about her adventures in the volcano.

But the words were on the tip of his tongue when his actions abruptly stopped.

Because following the direction of the swirling eddy, he smelled a familiar scent!

"Laws, Abyssal Divine Source".

"This feeling... is that of an 8th-stage Awakener!"