Life Game In Other World
Chapter 102: The Third Official Mission (Please Favorite, Follow, and Vote for the Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 102: Chapter 102: The Third Official Mission (Please Favorite, Follow, and Vote for the Monthly Ticket)

[8 years old: Your mother moved to Crown District, and you saw your father less and less.]

[9 years old: Occasionally, Father would come back, and when he was with you, he would tell some Legendary Hero stories.]

[10 years old: For your birthday, Father took you to the amusement park, and Mother reluctantly joined you. Both parents had a great time.]

[11 years old: Father moved in with Mother, and they seemed to start dating again. That year, you heard many Legendary Hero stories from your father, and you once asked him if he was also one of those heroes, but he just smiled without responding.]

[12 years old: Father left, and Mother moved again, sending you to middle school in a foreign place.]

[13 years old: You attended a better private middle school in Crown District, where teachers were responsible and classmates polite. You joined the school rugby team and became a key player.]

[14 years old: Your grades were excellent, and you met many new friends who were happy to help you in your academic and social life.]

[15 years old: You were promoted directly to the high school section of your school.]

[16 years old: You met your first girlfriend, whose father was a private enterprise boss.]

[17 years old: Broke up with your girlfriend and focused on studying.]

[18 years old: You were admitted to Dawn University, and Father transferred enough tuition and living expenses for you.]

[19 years old: At Dawn University you met your second girlfriend, the daughter of a consortium director, and you broke up after six months of dating.]

[20 years old: You lost contact with Father; he disappeared from your life completely, and when you asked Mother, she kept silent.]

[21 years old: You started a business with classmates and earned your first pot of gold.]

[22 years old: Graduated, sold your shares in the company and started your own business.]

[23 years old: Looking for the right opportunity.]

[24 years old: Developed a small sensor for use with smart bracelets, which found favor in the market.]

[25 years old: The company gradually got on track; you believed the project was viable and began borrowing from banks to scale up production.]

[26 years old: Received your first big order.]

[27 years old: The product gradually made a name for itself, and your debts grew, but it was foreseeable that your enterprise would expand rapidly.]

[28 years old: Continued to expand the business.]

[29 years old: Mother became seriously ill.]

[30 years old: Mother’s health deteriorated; she hoped you would marry soon.]

[31 years old: Reconnected with a former university girlfriend, rekindling the old flame.]

[32 years old: Just as you were preparing to marry, Mother fell gravely ill and passed away, and the Nord Consortium made a takeover offer for your company. You refused their low offer.]

[33 years old: The Nord Consortium launched a product very similar to yours, undercutting your prices with broader sales channels, and began targeting your product.]

[34 years old: In just one year, you faced catastrophic defeat; your factory was forced to close, employees lured away by high salaries from the Nord Consortium, your fiancee left you, and the banks refused your loan application to keep the company afloat and started demanding early repayment of loans not yet due.]

[35 years old: The company went bankrupt, you were penniless, and saddled with millions in federal coin debt. Your property and factory were mortgage foreclosed, and the Nord Consortium bought all your assets, including your prized patents, at a price far below their initial one.]

[At 36: You became a homeless vagabond, hiding in corners of buildings, watching politicians’ fervent speeches on television.]

[At 37: A lawyer claiming to have been commissioned by your father got in touch with you. He brought bad news and good news—the bad news was that your father had passed away, the good news was that he left you a substantial inheritance.]

[At 38: Creditors swarmed in, dividing up the trust fund and inheritance your father left you, leaving you with nothing but a small fast-food restaurant in the Aston District and the tiny apartment behind it, where your father once lived.]

[At 39: You settled down in the Aston District, starting to run the small restaurant your father left you.]

[At 40: Dawn City had been quite tumultuous lately. Over a month ago, a cultist ran rampantly in the streets, his huge body damaging the restaurant across from yours. The government’s compensation was minimal. The closure for extensive repairs cost a lot of money and lost much business. This served as a wake-up call, prompting you to quickly buy insurance. The years had softened your edges, and all you hope now is for the restaurant to continue operating safely.]

[Your mission is: Sabotage the plans of the Witch Church.]

[Have a pleasant game]

As the text in his field of vision gradually faded, He Ao struggled to sit up.

He shook his head and felt a wave of dizziness, as if waking up from a hangover.

Bright sunlight was already shining into the messy bedroom through the window.

This body was much frailer than he had expected. He struggled to his feet and walked to the bathroom.

Gazing into the bright bathroom mirror, he saw his own face clearly.

In a plain white vest, his round belly and fleshy body sagged all over.

His brownish-gold mid-length hair was messily tied up on his head, resembling a bird’s nest.

His fine stubble ran haphazardly along his haggard cheeks.

The image of a portly, middle-aged, single old man.

In fact, Roy’s foundation wasn’t bad. He used to dress himself carefully before going out, but years of vagrancy had dulled his sharpness.

All his dignity and ambition had been worn away in a life that had been as consuming as the Abyss.

He Ao first freshened up.

Then he washed his hair with hot water. He styled it slightly in the way he remembered Roy often did, applied some hair wax, used a fine-toothed comb to straighten his beard bit by bit, then trimmed it into a V-shape with small scissors.

This styling of the hair and beard made his already plump face look visually elongated, more pleasant, and then he put on a loose-fitting long shirt to hide his portly body, simply modifying his shape.

With some basic grooming, the inherently decent Roy looked much better.

After tidying up, He Ao quickly washed his face. His gaze lingered on a family photo of three on the washstand.

The photo was aged. The husband stood tall to the left, the wife with a gentle expression on the right, their hands tightly intertwined, and the young child stood in front, grinning foolishly.

This was not a photo brought by Roy, but one that had always been in this apartment.

It was a relic of Roy’s father.

A family portrait taken before his parents divorced.

He Ao glanced at the photo and then straightened his clothes, leaving the apartment.