Life Game In Other World
Chapter 122: To the Glorious People (Please Favorite, Follow and Vote for Monthly Pass)

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: To the Glorious People (Please Favorite, Follow and Vote for Monthly Pass)

When the beautiful singing reverberated throughout the entire venue, everyone’s attention was captivated.

Although the Sky Theater didn’t accommodate as many people as a large sports stadium, as a professional theater, its acoustics and echo design were excellent.

In such an environment, the singer’s voice was depicted to the fullest extent, and everyone was immersed in the melody of the delightful vocals.

Half an hour into the concert, He Ao had to admit that there might be a reason for Qi’s popularity—the singer was not only good-looking but also professionally solid.

He moved to a person quietly listening to the music with a broom in hand, "Lift your foot, please."

"Ah, sure."

The person glanced at him and lifted their foot.

He Ao swept away the trash under their feet, and at the same time, he pressed a hidden switch on the broom. Some colorless transparent objects fell from under the broom and were evenly spread across the ground by its bristles.

After taking care of it, He Ao, broom and dustpan in hand, continued to move along the edges of the venue.

Just then, he noticed a frail man dressed in staff uniform, who slowly placed a yellow warning column at the edge of the wall.

He Ao arched an eyebrow, sweeping the floor while keeping an eye on the man’s actions. The man didn’t notice He Ao; after placing the column, he spent roughly five to six minutes adjusting it, making sure it was positioned correctly before leaving.

After the man left for a while, He Ao slowly approached the column. This column was unlike ordinary ones; with the Onlooker’s abilities, He Ao could faintly sense that the column was subtly influencing his emotions.

It appeared to be a supernatural item with not so strong abilities.

He Ao looked up and walked past the column.

And in the moment he passed by, his broom swerved slightly, knocking the carefully placed column five to six centimeters to the right.

Then He Ao continued on his way, nonchalantly.

This time, aside from sweeping trash, he also took notice of these sudden appearances of columns on the ground.

Some columns were indeed irrationally placed, next to the crowds, where it was quite logical for someone to bump into and knock the column askew.

So, wherever He Ao went, these well-positioned columns would ’accidentally’ shift a bit to the side.

At the same time, he committed the locations of these columns to memory.

Another hour and a half passed, and He Ao had swept through most of the venue, arriving at the VIP area near the inner field.

Holding his broom and dustpan, he swept all along the way, unobstructed by anyone.

Even though he was wearing a large black coat that didn’t fit the cleaning staff profile and was quite tall at 1.9 meters, standing out amidst the crowd.

As time went on, He Ao reached the front row.

This area, compared to the crowded back rows where one could only stand shoulder to shoulder, was quite spacious. These soft luxury seats could even recline backward, allowing the audience to find a comfortable position to enjoy the music.

Sitting in these luxury seats, one could clearly see the golden-haired girl energetically prancing on stage, and closely observe the delicate figure of the idol singer who had taken the entire Federation by storm.

Near this location, the sound system was specially adjusted so that every seat emanated the most perfect voices.

He Ao approached an empty seat, gently sweeping away the trash underneath, before extending the broom to the seat next to it and tapping the ground lightly, "Excuse me, could you lift your foot?"

The man sitting next to the empty seat wore a tidy white suit, tall and handsome.

Upon hearing He Ao’s request, the man turned his head and looked slightly surprised to see He Ao. He then reached out, as if to take the broom and dustpan from He Ao’s hands, "Let me help you."

"It’s fine," He Ao said calmly, looking at him. "Lift your foot."

The man was slightly stunned, then he smiled and lifted his foot, while He Ao swept away the trash beneath it, casually sprinkling some transparent Transcendent material.

"You dress like this to clean?"

The man looked at He Ao in confusion. "Sorry, I mean, you look more like a mercenary or an assassin or a powerful warrior with that getup. Kind of cool."

"I’ve cleaned up most of the area, and you’re the only one who looked up at me."

He Ao shrugged his shoulders and packed away his broom and dustpan. "Most people don’t care about what the person sweeping under their feet looks like, if they have something more important in front of them that draws their attention, like a big concert. They wouldn’t even notice if the ’cleaner’ beside them is wearing clothes that don’t fit him. So, what I wear doesn’t really matter."

"Quite," the man paused, then nodded thoughtfully. "That’s very philosophical."

Then he looked at He Ao and asked softly, "Don’t you recognize me?"

"Why should I know you?"

He Ao frowned and turned to leave.

He actually knew this man, who was Christos, but indeed, it was the first time he had seen Christos offline.

In the last Copy World, they had talked on the phone, of course, at that time his identity was Regit.

"It seems I’ve been a bit narcissistic," Christos laughed, then he looked at He Ao. "Your philosophy just now convinced me, may I ask you a question? As a stranger, may I ask you a question?"

"Aside from mathematical questions, most people who ask questions already have the answer in their hearts. Asking is merely seeking confirmation from others."

He Ao glanced at the girl bouncing on stage, holding the broom and dustpan in one hand, while slipping the other into his pocket. He looked at Christos, "What’s the question?"

But he was indeed curious about what Christos would ask.

"If," Christos smiled and leaned back in the soft chair, looking at the girl still singing on stage,

"I mean if you are without want for food and clothing and have achieved great fame and status, but you have an... um... not very practical ideal. This ideal is of no benefit to you, might even cost you your comfortable life, but it could benefit many people, enabling many, many people to have houses to live in, food to eat, illnesses to be cured.

You now have an excellent opportunity; you only need to take one step forward, and you might have an extremely, extremely slim chance of achieving this grand ideal. Still, the cost of taking this step is that you will make many enemies..."

"How many?"

"Well, probably, the whole world," Christos smiled. "The entire Dawn, no, the entire Federation might become your enemy, and you could die at any moment. If it were you, would you do it?"

"Judging from your description, it seems to be something that’s good for most people, so why would it make you an enemy of the Federation? So," He Ao tilted his head, looking at him with confusion. "Who can represent the Federation?"

Who can represent the Federation?

This question struck Christos like a heavy blow, plunging him into a long silence.

He suddenly realized that he might have fallen into a serious misconception.

Is the Federation of the people, or is it a federation of conglomerates?

When Christos came back to his senses, He Ao had already walked far away with his dustpan and broom, surrounded by the noise and clamor.

The blonde girl on stage covered the microphone in her hand and smiled at the excited audience below,

"Next, is my last song. This song is not a new one, but one I dug out from a pile of old papers. We recomposed it on its broken scores and wrote this song, hoping everyone will like it."

"This song is, the national anthem of the Original Federation, ’To the Glorious People.’