Life Game In Other World
Chapter 112: Uncle, you will come back, right? (Please subscribe, favorite, and vote for the monthly ticket)

Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Uncle, you will come back, right? (Please subscribe, favorite, and vote for the monthly ticket)

"Because of the Gene Potion," Vianne didn’t hide anything, "my grandfather was researching a method that could weaken the power of the Talent Sequences and then transfer it to ordinary people. He was inspired by some rituals of the cultists. Most Evil Gods can bestow upon their followers abilities that they originally did not possess through the cultists’ sacrifices."

Vianne paused for a moment, gathered her thoughts, and continued, "My grandfather believed that the Evil God was just a Transcendent who was a bit more powerful. Anything the Evil God could do, an ordinary Transcendent could also do. Therefore, the power of an ordinary Transcendent could, in a sense, be ’shared’ with others."

"He called this reagent that could carry a weakened version of Transcendent power a Gene Potion. By the time we were attacked, he had already created a prototype."

"If someone coveted your research results, they should have stolen them or absorbed your team. Why attack you?" He Ao pondered for a moment, "Are there others working on similar technology?"

"Hmm," Vianne nodded, "My grandfather mentioned casually during our chats that some medical consortiums were also researching similar Gene Potions, and those consortiums had contacted him. However, he did not want to cooperate with them."

"Sounds like something a consortium would do."

He Ao laughed.

Destroying what they could not possess, to prevent competitors from getting it.

In some ways, Roy’s bankruptcy was also due to the Nord Consortium’s mentality of destroying what they couldn’t have.

"I also suspected that it might have been the work of a medical consortium hiring the Witch Church, but I have no evidence, nor clues," Vianne said softly.

Her own power was relative powerless compared to the Witch Church, and she had even been constantly hunted by the Witch Church, only able to investigate them covertly.

If the Witch Church hadn’t threatened Roy, she wouldn’t have risked exposure to follow Roy and Qi Rui tonight.

Sometimes she questioned the efficacy of her approach. She was always hiding in the dim underground parking lot, cautious as a mouse, always guarding against the Witch Church’s assassination attempts, unable to take any effective revenge against the Witch Church.

Compared to the vast Witch Church, she was far too weak.

"It’s not that complicated. Just barge into their stronghold and ask them directly," He Ao said with a shrug.

"Ah?"

Vianne was taken aback.

Was he being too reckless?

He Ao knew of her concerns; he didn’t plan to take Vianne with him. He stood up and asked softly, "Do you have a way to reach the top floor of the Nord Building?"

The top floor of the Nord Building was the location Qi Rui told him where the Witch Church was meeting tonight.

Vianne had been investigating the Witch Church for so long; she might have some method.

"I do."

Although He Ao’s plan was simple and direct, for some reason, Vianne’s heart raced. She did not advise He Ao to be cautious; instead, she picked up a tablet from a pile of components with her mechanical arm, and opened a webpage to show to He Ao.

He Ao’s gaze fell upon the webpage, which displayed a large headline.

[Century Idol Singer Qi Ke’s Tour Concert, Tonight!]

He Ao’s eyes moved down to the subheading, [—At the Nord Building’s top floor: Sky Concert.]

"The top floor of the Nord Building was long ago transformed into a commercial performance plaza, many performances are held here," Vianne explained.

"Why do you think the Witch Church has set the meeting location in the middle of the concert?" He Ao asked quietly, flipping through the news.

"The Witch Church worships pleasure and indulgence," Vianne pondered for a moment, "All unrestrained or passionate events of entertainment are probably their preference, but I think their target this time might be Qi Ke."

"Why?"

He Ao looked up at her.

"Qi Ke is a pure image idol singer who has been very popular in recent years," Vianne explained, "The Witch Church likes to tempt those hot idol stars into depravity, especially the fall of pure idols. The fan effect caused by these stars is very strong, which can help them in their proselytizing."

Enticing a pure idol to delve into the underground scene, what a strange, wicked taste.

He Ao raised an eyebrow and then took out his bracelet to start searching for a ticket to the concert.

The first thing that popped up was the official website’s ticket link, but they were already sold out.

Then He Ao clicked on a link to a secondary marketplace, where the cheapest seats, originally priced at 480, were being scalped for 4800.

He Ao had no idea how popular Qi Ke was until now, and he realized just how in-demand she had become.

However, he still needed to buy a ticket to get in. Roy had observed the area around the Nord Consortium building and noted its extremely tight security—cameras were everywhere, making it very difficult to sneak in.

But just as he was about to make the payment, Vianne suddenly stopped him, "Uncle, if you’re going to buy a ticket, there’s one last batch on the official website tomorrow morning, and I should be able to write a small program to snag one."

He Ao paused and looked at Vianne.

After their conversation just now, he was inclined to trust Vianne.

Under the subtle scrutiny of an Onlooker, He Ao took in every microexpression on Vianne’s face.

He was fairly certain that Vianne wasn’t lying; she did have some connection with Roy’s father, and she could clearly explain the origin of the two secret potions in the hidden room.

He Ao casually picked up a book and a pen from the shelf and handed them to Vianne, "Write down your contact information."

"Oh, alright."

Vianne naïvely wrote down her contact information on the last page of the book, following He Ao’s instructions.

After she had finished, He Ao picked up the book and glanced at it.

The handwriting matched that on the description of the secret potions.

Then he closed the book and looked at Vianne, "May I borrow this book?"

"That’s a book left by my grandfather," Vianne said cautiously, looking at He Ao, "Uncle, please don’t damage it."

"Hmm, I will return the book to you tomorrow when I come to pick up the ticket. I will transfer the money to you as well."

With that, He Ao closed the book and prepared to leave.

Vianne watched He Ao quietly, who gave her a surreal, dreamlike feeling.

In the past, she had also tried observing Roy from a distance. He seemed to her more like a resigned, middle-aged man in decline, which was why she had never approached him, afraid that the affairs of the Witch Church might involve Roy.

But the ’Roy’ now gave her a feeling of strength, confidence, and decisiveness.

Exceptionally reliable.

She didn’t know which one was the real Roy, but she always had an unreal sense of illusion, fearing that this was just a dream and that the uncle before her eyes would never come back after he left.

Just like Eno had brought her to Dawn and then closed his eyes forever, and that handsome swordsman grandfather who died in battle after a fleeting glimpse.

As if possessed, she suddenly asked He Ao, who was about to leave,

"Uncle, you will come back, won’t you?"

"I will."

He Ao answered calmly.

Then he walked out of the room and closed the iron door behind him.

——

He Ao sat in the taxi, slowly opening the book in his hands.

This book he had ’borrowed’ from Vianne was the one with ’Talent Sequences’ in the title.

He Ao turned to the first page. The book began with the sentence,

[Indeed, Talents are not random; they follow a specific pattern of arrangement.]