Life Game In Other World
Chapter 175: We Are All Humble Lives (Please Subscribe, Add to Favorites, Request Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 175: Chapter 175: We Are All Humble Lives (Please Subscribe, Add to Favorites, Request Monthly Tickets)

[He Ao (Joey)]

[Permission Level: Ordinary Player]

[Physical Condition: 105 (150)]

[Skills: Talent Sequences 272: Super Memory (Soul Bound) (D-level), Basic Firearms Mastery (Soul Part)]

[Mechanical Modification: None]

[Martial Arts: Essence Refinement and Qi Transformation (D-level) (Not Usable)]

[Character Skills: Talent Sequences 56: Assassin]

His physical condition had increased to 150, which was somewhat unexpected for He Ao.

The assassin he had killed should have had a physical condition around 140, strong in burst power, but the victim probably had merely undergone a routine promotion, with no method for utilizing strength, causing some power to be lost during the promotion.

He Ao’s increase to 150 was likely due to his use of martial arts training to guide and absorb these transcendent powers.

With 150 points, plus the extra 137 points brought about by the burst of Super Memory, He Ao’s peak physical condition could reach an astonishing 287 points. This number definitely surpassed the D-level limit, but it was unclear how far it was from the C-level.

However, judging by the assassin’s boldness in attempting to assassinate Christos, the gap between D-level and C-level didn’t seem to be that vast.

Additionally, with the active transcendent abilities ’Mental Disturbance’ and ’Stealth’, He Ao now should have had a fighting chance against a C-level.

If all else failed, he could always draw an Array and ask a good friend for help.

Ding——

The sound of the elevator arriving awoke He Ao from his reverie.

It was now afternoon, and after familiarizing himself with the assassin’s power, He Ao had left Roger’s clinic.

As the elevator doors slowly opened, clusters of verdant lawns and the open sunlight came into He Ao’s view.

This place was Kwei District’s largest cemetery, Kwei Cemetery.

He Ao, carrying a suitcase, followed a paved stone pathway, passing through rows of solemn tombstones.

On the roadside were lush ’plants’.

Of course, unlike Dumel National Cemetery’s trees and grass, the ’plants’ here were all plastic ’simulacra’.

The entire floor was not made with ventilated open floors like at Dumel National Cemetery but resembled a typical office building, with sunlight streaming in through huge floor-to-ceiling windows and ventilation relying on a fresh air system.

Of course, were there gravesites with environments like Dumel National Cemetery? Sure, for an extra fee.

The cemeteries in Dawn City were not for sale but for lease, with a minimum lease of twenty years, which could be renewed upon expiration.

If a ’person’ did not have enough money saved to renew the lease at expiration and their children didn’t pay for the renewal, their urn would be removed by the cemetery management company.

Along with other deceased who couldn’t afford a gravesite, it would be taken to the wilderness, put into a large pit, and buried.

The gravesite Joey ’rented’ for his parents was a double burial plot, which occupied only slightly more land than a single plot but cost 1.5 times more than a single plot.

However, double plots were not only for deceased lovers or married couples, but also for two strangers who couldn’t afford their own plots on their own. Thus they had no choice but to pool their resources for a jointly rented double plot.

After all, relative to a single plot, the price of a double plot, when divided between two people, was equivalent to a 25% discount.

As for whether the cemetery management company allowed this... They featured a special interface for joint gravesite shopping on their official website, with special discounts available for referrals to friends and relatives.

They even had promotions like ’friends and relatives take a slash, stay in the graveyard for free’.

In fact, they had launched four-person, five-person, and eight-person burial plots, but the market response had not been good.

People willing to fight with so many others for a burial plot didn’t care much whether they themselves ended up in a cemetery or not. Their ashes might be scattered in a corner of Dawn City, or may simply be offered up by their children at home.

However, in recent years, the number of people keeping ashes at home has decreased.

It’s because nearly every year there’s a batch of supernatural films being released where there’s almost always a character who keeps a relative’s ashes at home, and that character generally faces some kind of frightening misfortune or ill luck.

Additionally, a great deal of self-media and tabloids disseminate articles ’educating’ the public about the dangers of keeping ashes at home, such as relatives being unable to ascend to Heaven and being stranded in the human world instead.

Well, these movies and media outlets all have the ’investment’ of cemetery management companies behind them.

He Ao stopped in front of Joey’s parents’ tombstone, which was engraved with their names and had a black-and-white photo inset above them.

The photo chosen was from a recent family portrait, where the parents were seated on chairs, smiling and looking forward with eyes twinkling with expectation and longing for the future.

In the original photo, Joey, who was standing beside them, had been cropped out by the cemetery management’s staff.

He Ao paused to look at the black-and-white photo and slowly placed the white carnations he was holding down.

At the same time, a bouquet of white roses was placed beside his carnations.

He Ao looked up to see the white-dressed girl beside him, her face dotted with freckles.

"Long time no see," the girl smiled at him, and then, somewhat reservedly, put her hands behind her back, "you’ve lost weight."

"Long time no see."

He Ao nodded gently and, carrying his suitcase, prepared to leave.

Jessie watched the slender yet upright figure, suddenly feeling that the boy in front of her was so unfamiliar.

The Joey she remembered had felt like the warm spring breeze, bringing warmth and happiness.

But now, Joey seemed more like a beast holding back its madness, filled with a violent and destructive aura.

"Joey, what are you going to do?" she called out to his retreating figure. "Were you in the Crown District the day before yesterday?! Violence won’t solve anything, and it won’t bring your uncle and aunt back to life. Can’t you stop doing foolish things..."

Toward the end, her voice took on a sobbing tone, "Please come back, everyone is worried about you, everything will get better... why..."

Some cool fingertips brushed her cheek, and a broad palm gently lifted her face.

She looked up blankly, gazing at the familiar countenance.

The sunlight filtered through the boy’s tousled hair, falling on his somewhat sickly face.

"We are all insignificant lives."

He Ao used his thumb to slowly wipe away Jesse’s tears that had started to streak down her face, "But we should have the right to choose to keep living."

Joey’s family was just a typical, lowly family; his parents, mere ordinary, humble workers.

They had no wealth, no power. They carried a mountain of debt. They had nothing but still lived a plain yet happy life.

All they wanted was to live peacefully.

So, why could someone use their lives as chips in a cost-benefit calculation on a gambling table?

By what right!

By what right!?

He Ao withdrew his hand from Jesse’s face, took out a small box containing a storage chip, and placed it slowly into her hands.

Then, carrying his suitcase, he turned and walked toward the deeper part of the cemetery.

Those cold tombstones seemed like a throng of ethereal figures, standing still, watching his lonely figure pass by.

Violence doesn’t solve any problems, but it can eliminate the people creating them.

When they made it easy for others to die, they should have been prepared to face death themselves.