Life Game In Other World
Chapter 121: Janitor (Please Favorite, Follow, and Vote)

Chapter 121: Chapter 121: Janitor (Please Favorite, Follow, and Vote)

There was a special door leading to the rooftop plaza; after entering, one found a passageway that went straight to an elevator waiting area, which did not intersect with the internal staff of the Nord building, nor did it allow true access to the interior of the Nord building.

At the moment, the waiting area had already gathered a lively crowd, and He Ao selected an elevator, holding the tickets in his hand, quietly waiting.

Soon, the elevator doors beside him opened, and a swarm of people rushed in, but when the doors should have closed, they did not. Instead, a shrill alarm sounded.

"What’s the matter, is it overweight?"

"No, it’s because someone hasn’t got their ticket. If there’s someone without a ticket, the elevator won’t go up."

"Anyone who doesn’t have a ticket better hurry out, don’t waste everyone’s time."

"Everyone, quickly check your bags, see if your ticket has fallen out."

In the midst of the commotion, the voice of a young boy caught He Ao’s attention. He looked up to see a somewhat chubby-faced teenager organizing the people around him to check their pockets.

A middle-aged woman exclaimed in shock, "My ticket, where’s my ticket?"

She rushed out of the elevator, her expression a mix of surprise and panic.

He Ao glanced around and then walked to a corner, picking up a concert ticket that had fallen to the floor. "Is this your ticket?"

The woman quickly came over, took the ticket, checked it, and said, "Yes, it’s mine, thank you, thank you."

Then, while thanking him, she returned to the elevator, and the elevator doors slowly closed.

At this point, He Ao’s elevator had also arrived. He glanced at the ticket in his hand and stepped into the elevator.

The elevator must have been fitted with some kind of chip-sensing device, which likely explained why physical tickets were required for this concert.

Lost in thought, the elevator quickly ascended.

He Ao was riding in one of the high-speed internal elevators, while on the edge of the waiting area, there were two slower panoramic elevators with transparent cabins that offered views of Dawn City’s scenery. Of course, riding those elevators cost extra.

With a slight sensation of added weight, the elevator began its rapid ascent. The high-speed elevator did not stop on its way, going directly to the rooftop plaza.

About a minute later, the elevator gradually halted, and the doors parted to each side, revealing a square filled with twinkling lights before He Ao.

He Ao stepped out of the elevator and looked around; the splendor of Dawn City shone through the enormous glass curtain walls, reflecting in his pupils.

The Sky Plaza of the Nord building was not just an unprotected space on the rooftop but rather was designed with an open concept. The topmost level was surrounded by high-transparency, ultra-high-strength glass instead of walls, and shaped into a special aerodynamic form to block and diffuse the high-altitude winds.

The resistance of wind decreases with altitude, so below a certain height, the higher one goes, the stronger the wind becomes. A breeze at ground level could turn into a forceful wind of ten degrees or higher at high altitudes, and if it were a completely open plaza, ordinary people would struggle to stand firmly when it was windy.

Of course, Dawn City was different because it was encircled by high walls.

But these were issues for the scientists of the Copy World to investigate.

He Ao walked to the edge of the glass barrier, looking down at the twinkling city below. The skyscrapers that seemed to reach into the clouds from the ground level now looked like blocks of varying heights, scattered throughout the city.

The broad avenues had transformed into glowing lines, while vehicles and pedestrians turned into dense clusters of tiny dots.

Along the boundary walls, telescopes were set up at intervals. Many youths and children were gathered around them, eagerly crowding over the lenses.

Standing here provides a fresh and novel perspective from which people can observe the great earth upon which they have lived.

There was still some time before the concert began, and He Ao strolled around the enclosure.

The whole rooftop plaza resembled a gigantic egg, with the outermost ring of glass curtain wall as the shell, and the centrally positioned, elevated round theater as the yolk.

Only, this yolk was a bit large.

After making a round, He Ao approached the theater entrance, had his ticket checked, and walked in.

The entire theater was quite spacious, looking as if it could accommodate thousands of people. By now, the stage for the performance was already set up, and a video to warm up the crowd was playing on the huge screen behind the stage.

He Ao, holding his ticket, followed the guidance to find his seat.

It was in the very back of the theater, the farthest from the stage.

The so-called seat was nothing but a plastic stool with a small gift bag on it.

Now standing at one meter ninety with a stocky build, sitting down felt like sitting on a little board stool made for an infant.

However, the people who bought these tickets probably didn’t intend to sit, like the young man next to him who was already using binoculars to scan around.

Such a seat sold for 480 federal coins, and scalpers in the black market inflated the price to 4,800, while in most parts of Dawn City, many people’s biweekly wages didn’t even add up to 480.

And this was the very last seat.

He Ao shifted his gaze to the very front, to the luxurious soft chairs closest to the stage.

When he had searched the previous day, the price for the innermost VIP seats had even soared to above 100,000 federal coins, while the median family income in Dawn City was 65,000 federal coins; the price of one ticket exceeded the total annual income of most families.

He Ao glanced over the gradually filling seats, slid his hand into his pocket, gently squeezed the object inside, and then withdrew his hand.

The concert hadn’t started yet, so He Ao placed the metal box in front of him, opened it, and took out the photo album on top.

The photo albums in the box were impulse purchases he made after parting with Selena in the morning; after buying the Transcendent materials from Roger, he placed the photo albums on the top layer as a cover.

He Ao briefly flipped through it, acquainting himself with the star of today’s concert.

Qi Ke was indeed beautiful, exuding a unique pure sweetness.

During the time he looked at the photo album, more and more people filled the venue.

Soon, the powerful sound system in the venue began to emit dynamic music, and a promotional video by Qi Ke’s team started playing on the big screen.

At that instant, the excitement swept through the audience—they stood up, brandishing the glow sticks and beat markers given out in the little bags, excitedly waving them in the dark venue.

In such a tumultuous scene, He Ao put away the photo album he was holding, picked up the metal box, and stood up.

While he waved a glow stick, he moved back to the very rear of the venue. Then he crouched down, opened the metal box, removed the photo album from the top, and took out the divider.

And then, he took out what was underneath:

A folding broom, and a folding plastic dustpan.