Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1155: Church of Chaos (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Chapter 1155: Chapter 1155: Church of Chaos (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Bright lights shone through the worn windows into the spacious hall, falling on neatly arranged, old metal chairs.

A man in a red robe, wearing silver glasses, sat on the front bench with his hands on his chest and his eyes downcast, as if he were praying.

Squeak—

The old door was slowly opened, and several figures entered one by one, led by a figure in a black trench coat.

The figure in the red robe on the first row seemed not to hear the door opening and continued to keep his eyes closed, continuously ’praying’.

The figure in the black trench coat walked to the side of the red-robed figure, glanced at the devout praying posture of the red-robed figure, and slightly opened his mouth.

But in the end, he said nothing, only stood beside the figure in the red robe, bowed his head, and seemed to begin praying as well.

Those who followed him in also remained silent now, not daring to make any noise.

This pin-drop silence lasted for an unknown duration until a bit of cold wind blew through the open door into the hall; only then did the figure in the red robe slowly raise his head and open his eyes.

As he raised his head, the figure in the black trench coat also immediately lifted his head.

He waved his hand, signaling the people behind to close the open hall door, then turned his gaze to the figure in the red robe beside him and slightly bowed in salute.

"Still no trace of the Grand Elder?"

The figure in the red robe bowed back to the figure in the black trench coat and spoke slowly, his voice gentle and hoarse.

"There’s definite news from outside; Lokte is dead, the Grand Elder’s action should have been successful,"

the figure in the black coat said slowly.

"He might have encountered other troubles,"

the figure in the red robe spoke quietly, "Did you find the exact location of Lokte’s death?"

"It was said that Lokte’s corpse was discovered by a Scavenger near the northern side of Mayor’s Square,"

the figure in the black coat said softly, "But that area is now completely blocked off by the city police, and our people can’t get in. Moreover, the giant statue of the Mayor that originally stood on the Square is also missing,

"We identified some ’eyewitnesses’ around the area. Last night, there seems to have been a battle involving a powerful Transcendent at Mayor’s Square, and someone took photos of the ruins. Both Mayor’s Square and the Mayor’s statue were probably destroyed in that battle,

"From the situation, we suspect it might have been a powerful Class B Transcendent who came to ’protect’ the Mayor."

"Can you confirm who this Transcendent was?"

the figure in the red robe asked quietly.

"Based on the data we gathered from the Syndicates and our many years of experience,"

the figure in the black coat replied quickly, "Theoretically, there shouldn’t be a Class B Transcendent capable of confronting the Grand Elder within Minte City, so we suspect this Transcendent might be an ’outsider’."

"Federal Bureau of Investigation?"

the figure in the red robe said softly.

"That’s possible, although the official strength of that person is only Class C."

the figure in the black coat replied, bowing his head.

"I recall Carlo was supposed to ambush him outside the night before last,"

the figure in the red robe lowered his head,"Has there been any word from Carlo’s side?"

"Elder Carlo hasn’t sent any messages since that night before last. We sent people out to the Wilderness yesterday to look for him, but no one has returned yet, and now all the city gates are sealed; it will be difficult to get any news from the Wilderness for a while,"

the figure in the black coat answered quickly in a low voice.

"What about the First Enforcer?"

the figure in the red robe asked quietly, his head bowed.

"The First Enforcer was always by the Minister of Internal Affairs’ side. After killing the Minister of Internal Affairs, he seemed to have gotten the address for the Minister of Food, Viko, from the Syndicates, took some cult members and went to besiege Viko."

"According to some of the surviving cult members, a strong Transcendent in a black jacket riding a motorcycle saved Viko and killed the First Protector. Everything happened so fast that they couldn’t even see the Transcendent’s face before Viko was rescued.

"And those who might have had a clear view were too far ahead and got killed by that powerful Transcendent, leaving the remaining cult members who only saw that figure’s weapon appeared to be a red blade."

He paused, then continued, "I suspect the one who saved Viko is indeed that person from the Federal Bureau of Investigation,

"I originally planned to send someone back to the scene to look for clues, but that safe house has also been completely surrounded by city police units now.

"Now the city police and the City Defense Army are searching the entire city for our traces. Many core cult members have left photos and names behind due to ’protecting’ Cabinet members; now the officials are tracing these images and information to find us."

The atmosphere in the entire hall suddenly became more somber.

Both elders untraceable, the First Protector killed, a city-wide manhunt and capture of the Church’s core members—this was a heavy blow for the whole Church.

"God is testing us."

Hearing the words of the figure in the black coat, the figure in the red robe bowed his head, slowly clenched his palm, and whispered.

The figure in the black coat also gently closed his hand, devoutly saying, "Thanks to the merciful Lord, all the chaos in the world is His Glory."

"Thank you, merciful Lord."

The few people behind him also closed their hands together.

"What did the Syndicates say?"

After ’giving thanks’, the figure in the red robe asked again.

"The local executives of both major Syndicates have been wiped out by that person from the Federal Bureau of Investigation,"

the figure in the black coat said softly, "They are now directly taking orders from Vitland. The people from Vitland don’t understand much about the local situation and are now trying to support a local temporary leader, but among those remaining, none have the capacity to command respect.

"Their current situation is not good; they are almost unable to organize. I have tried to contact them but their local organizations can’t even communicate with each other, and the promises they make keep changing, with no one decisive leader."

"Until a new ’leader’ emerges and establishes authority, it is difficult for the local organizations of the two major consortiums to effectively assist us."

"Then contact Vitland directly,"

The figure in the red robe spoke slowly, "Let them provide money and equipment, we need a lot of money and the most advanced weaponry. They can’t provide manpower and intelligence, but they are not short of money and materials. After all we’ve done for them, they ought to compensate us well."

"You mean...?"

The figure in the black trench coat tentatively spoke.

"The blessing of Tolocket, we’ve been operating in Minte City for many years,"

The red-robed figure said naturally, "Does the City Defense Army and the police department think they can search and eradicate us? Can they really search and destroy us?"

"Now that the two elders are not here, our strength has taken a serious hit."

The figure in the black trench coat spoke softly, "Resisting the City Defense Army might be a bit difficult."

"The more intense the chaos in the world, the more pleased the Lord will be, and the more blessings He will willingly bestow,"

The red-robed figure bowed slightly, brought his hands together, and spoke softly, "Currently, the mercenary corps of the two large consortiums are still outside, they would be very happy to see us do something."

"Praise the merciful Lord."

The figure in the black trench coat bowed slightly, devoutly saying.

"Praise the merciful Lord."

The red-robed figure bowed, his head devoutly lowered as if he started praying again.

In front of him, at the very top of the hall, stood a dark stone slab, carved with crimson patterns that slowly converged together, forming a fiercely burning flame emblem.

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District 53·Jumeiduo Restaurant

Xiya sat on a chair in the corner, somewhat blankly staring at the empty seat in front of her.

The person who had just been chatting with her had already left, leaving behind only a closed book.

Before leaving, the person had given her the book.

"That Mr. Suote, can we really trust him? Can he really help us?"

The young man with gray hair came beside Xiya, looking down at the book on the table titled "at Jumeiduo Restaurant," he asked quietly.

From the moment ’Suote’ entered this district, they had already been informed of the news.

And he was arranged to ’tail’ Suote continuously.

His task was to observe Suote’s actions, ensure that there were no ambushes or traps set, and to prepare for Xiya’s arrival safely.

"We have no other choice,"

Xiya raised her head, glanced at the gray-haired young man, and shook her head slightly, "Even the security forces of the two big consortiums can suppress us with their firepower alone, not to mention mercenary corps equipped with real military gear.

"Once the two big consortiums take control over Minte City, those mercenary corps could then clean the nearby wilderness thoroughly. By then, most of our brothers and sisters might end up being taken to ’factories’. It’s already too late for us to head for Dawn City, and,"

Her gaze naturally moved towards the restaurant’s door, looking towards the direction where the black jacket figure had left, "It’s hard to leave one’s homeland. Those who were willing to leave have already left. We have no choice, it’s death either way, so we might as well fight."

Hearing Xiya’s words, the gray-haired young man seemed to recall the current situation and fell silent.

In reality, the plan to assassinate the heads of the two big consortiums was already a desperate move.

They were clear that the death of one or two CEOs or executives wouldn’t affect the overall strategy of the two big consortiums, which could always assign new leaders from their headquarters in Vitland.

All they could do was flail pointlessly like small fish exposed under the blazing sun.

Even their coming together with the Federal Bureau of Investigation to find this ’Mr. Suote’ was just a part of these pointless struggles.

As the real resisters against the two big consortiums, they were well aware of how terrifying these consortiums were, not something a few Wilderness Wanderers, a few Federal Bureau of Investigation agents, or even a few city politicians could contend with."

"Actually, maybe this time we could really ’defeat’ the two big consortiums."

Xiya’s calm voice interrupted the gray-haired young man’s thoughts.

He looked up, blankly staring at Xiya.

"This Mr. Suote,"

Xiya paused, "I can feel that he might be more ’reliable’ than anyone we’ve ever met or sought help from."

From being the lone soul trapped in the Federal Bureau of Investigation Building to becoming the actual controller of the city.

It only took one night, a tale that sounds like a fantastical legend.

Although there were certainly many coincidental factors, the world never lacks opportunities and trends. Seizing these opportunities and maximizing the benefits of these opportunities, even turning the situation around, is precisely where Mr. Suote’s capability lies.

Xiya had also heard some whispers about last night’s events, including rumors about a possible insurrection at the gates of the South and North Cities.

She had no doubt that had she been at the center of the maelstrom last night, she might have died before even starting to act, likely not even knowing how she died.

There are always some geniuses and prodigies in this world, and those individuals, by their very nature, signify miracles.

Xiya withdrew her thoughts, looking at the still somewhat dazed young man beside her, she gently asked, "How is the little girl from last night?"

The gray-haired young man quickly responded, "She was given an antibiotic shot, her fever has subsided."

"That’s good,"

Xiya let out a slight breath of relief, she picked up the book on the table, "Let’s go back, get the encrypted communication devices, and head to the City Defense Army’s command center."