Life Game In Other World
Chapter 181: K’s Speech (Long - , Please Subscribe, Add to Favorites, Request Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 181: Chapter 181: K’s Speech (Long Chapter, Please Subscribe, Add to Favorites, Request Monthly Tickets)

In every corner of Dawn City, be it in the Crown District or the Aston District, be it on bustling, lively streets or in alleys resounding with gunshots, the figure of the masked person hidden within a hood appeared on any public display available.

The camera abruptly zoomed in, enlarging to show the eerie mask on the screen as a hoarse, deep voice emerged from behind the mask.

"Good evening, for our first encounter, you may call me K."

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"Do you truly believe this will affect the conglomerates?"

Slow footsteps came from behind He Ao.

"Do you know how people used to demolish walls before the great catastrophe, when there were no mechanical devices and excavators?"

He Ao smiled weakly and said, "They would bind tough ropes around the walls, gather enough people, some pulling and others pushing, all exerting force together. As long as there were enough people, even the most majestic walls would eventually fall."

He paused, "Perhaps in places we cannot see, the people of Dawn City... the entire Federation has already accumulated enough rage, and this overwhelming rage needs a vent."

"Even if you knock down this high wall, in this world, there stand even more and taller walls. Compared to those behemoths that blot out the sky, Avis Group is just a crumbling, low mud wall. You still cannot change the world."

The person behind him said softly.

"I am just an orphan seeking revenge for his parents. Destroying the Avis Group is my end goal,"

He Ao raised his head, gazing at the figure on the screen that was narrating the evils of the Avis Group, "I am not the hero of this world. This world has its own heroes, but,"

As he spoke, he turned his head with difficulty, looking at the man in the white lab coat behind him, and smiled, "Once the first crack appears in the window, how far off is its complete destruction?"

This saying in Federation’s proverbs is roughly equivalent to ’the one who starts trouble should end it.’

"Let’s hope so," Roger moved beside He Ao, looking at the vast TV screen in the distance, "Is that the footage we recorded yesterday? What do you plan to do next?"

"Yes," He Ao nodded gently, then smiled weakly, "As for me, I might need to rest a bit."

He looked at the underground doctor beside him, "The stocks of Avis Group that I had you borrow from the broker - did you borrow them all?"

"I borrowed them."

Roger nodded gently.

"Then, the profit from this short sell will be your allowance,"

Borrowing stocks from the broker, selling them on the stock market, then buying them back when the stock price falls to return to the broker and thereby earning the profit difference is known as short selling.

The youth once again fixed his gaze on the large TV screen in the distance, "If I die, don’t hold a funeral for me, nor tell anyone I died. Spread my ashes in the corners of this city."

His body staggered and began to fall backward.

Roger, with quick reflexes, supported him.

The youth’s eyes gradually closed, and his breathing slowly weakened.

[Returning to the original world...]

Roger lifted the youth and walked towards the depths of the alley, where a long black van was parked.

As Roger approached, the rear door of the van slowly opened, revealing a silver, long box that almost filled half of the van.

Roger laid ’Joey’s’ body on the box, quickly tended to the wounds, applied his special ointment, then lifted ’Joey’ up and pressed a button on the box.

Rows of white light began to trace across the box, outlining the figure of a thriving tree.

The moment the tree was completely outlined, the lid of the box slowly opened, and strands of icy chill escaped from within.

Roger placed Joey’s body inside, at this point the youth’s breath was intermittent and on the verge of disappearing.

The metal box lit up with a white glow and slowly closed.

"Please select a hibernation mode."

A voice as gentle as water came from the box.

At the same time, rows of ethereal text projections appeared in the air.

Roger’s fingertips glided through these text projections, finally settling on a title.

[Near-Death Mode (Auto-defrost upon death or awakening)]

"Mode selection successful, initiating cryofreeze (1%)"

"Battery low, please connect to a power source soon."

Roger gently lifted his hand, slowly closing the rear door of the van.

He walked to the driver’s seat and started the vehicle.

The black van drove off into the night.

——

Jessie walked alone on the bustling streets, not having called the number the editor-in-chief had given her on his business card.

When she learned that the Dawn Daily was unwilling to report the incident, she had already become disillusioned with the entire media industry in Dawn City.

She had opted for an internship at Dawn Daily because of its reputation spanning hundreds of years.

So when she realized that Dawn Daily was not going to report the news, the world she had believed in collapsed.

That was the Dawn Daily, renowned for centuries for its fearlessness in the face of authority.

She felt rage, indignation, but above all, a sense of powerlessness.

She couldn’t advise Joey, because if she were in Joey’s shoes, she would have made the same choice.

In fact, when she left the Dawn Daily, she had called her father to discuss this matter.

However, her father just told her to come home.

Because of this, she had an argument with her father.

For the first time, she saw another side of the world, a domain she had never encountered from childhood to adulthood, so repressive, dark, and bloody.

"Good evening, it’s my first encounter with you, you may call me K."

A hoarse voice came from above, and Jessie looked up blankly at the sky.

At this moment, on those bustling buildings, the displays that had been showing dazzling ads had all turned into a hooded figure with a sinister smiley mask.

Jessie faintly felt that the voice of the masked hooded figure was somewhat familiar, but it seemed to be altered by software, making it impossible for her to discern who was behind the mask.

"Next, let’s move into today’s ’emergency news’ segment."

"We live in a city like this, with bustling malls, beautiful streets, and lights that never dim."

"It’s so beautiful and prosperous."

"But have you ever felt this way occasionally, that something about this city is off?"

"Have you ever had friends around you who died in ’accidental incidents’ at factories but received no compensation, with their relatives struggling to make ends meet after losing their support?"

"Have you ever had friends around you who worked hard to develop and create best-selling products, only for identical products to suddenly appear on the market to maliciously compete with theirs, eventually driving them into bankruptcy and homelessness?"

"Have you ever had friends around you who did odd jobs in restaurants or on the streets, earning only half or even less of the minimum wage per hour, spending over half of their income on rent every week?"

"Have you ever had friends around you who, burdened with huge debts, worked diligently and without complaint, but once they aged and could no longer cope with the intense workload, they were fired and left to fend for themselves?"

"Have you ever thought that this city shouldn’t be like this? That this world shouldn’t be like this?"

"Intelligent and talented people homeless, hardworking people left with nothing, those harmed with nowhere to turn for help."

"Coincidentally, I have a few friends who have had some minor encounters recently that I can share with you."

"Joey, 17 years old, a high school student, whose parents died in a machinery accident at the Avis Machinery Factory."

"Kayo, 21 years old, a restaurant waiter, whose father died in a machinery accident at the Avis Machinery Factory."

"Slank, 37 years old, a worker, who lost both hands and a leg in a machinery accident at the Avis Machinery Factory and was later sentenced to five years in prison for extortion."

"I believe that upon hearing about these three individuals, your first reaction should be the same as mine: How could so many accidents happen at the Avis Machinery Factory?"

"Next are some interesting investigation results, listing data from just the past ten years."

"In the past ten years, the Avis Machinery Factory has had nineteen accidents, with twenty-three people dying in these accidents. Of these, the highest compensation voluntarily paid by the Avis Machinery Factory to an individual was no more than 100,000 federal coins."

"In other words, we might understand it like this, the cost of a person’s life is 100,000."

"Next, I’ll show you two little things,"

Two identical mechanical arms appeared on the screen.

"This mechanical arm is the one frequently involved in accidents at the Avis Machinery Factory, with a designed lifespan of fifteen years, while this one is produced by the mechanical arm manufacturer, with a designed lifespan of ten years."

"Why do these two seemingly indistinguishable mechanical arms have such a big difference in lifespan? What exactly is different about them?"

"Their biggest difference is that the ’10’ on the manual was simply changed to ’15’. With just such a simple alteration, after the arm’s ten-year service limit, Avis Group can earn an extra profit of 1 million each year."

"Of course, such a change leads to a minor consequence—the workers operating the mechanical arms could die in explosive accidents at any moment."

"But to the Avis Group, that’s not considered an issue. After all, if a person dies, they pay at most 100,000, which is merely the profit from one month of the machine’s overloaded operation."

Jessie stared blankly at the figure on the screen, then looked down at the storage chip she had been holding in her hand all this time.

The masked person was actually talking about what was in this chip, only in a more concise and summary manner.

At this moment, the display in the plaza flickered as though someone was fighting for control over it.

The masked man who called himself ’K’ had already given an overview of the whole incident, and now, he was calmly watching the camera.

"I want to ask all of you, how much is your life worth?"

"If our lives are treated as expendable costs, does that mean that at some unknown point, consortia can arbitrarily decide to let us die?"

"Would you be willing to die from such ’arranged murder’? Would you be willing to leave your family without any support?"

"People who arbitrarily deprive others of their lives for their own profit, shouldn’t they pay a price? Would you let them decide our life and death as casually as they would a slave’s?"

The camera zoomed out to show K raising his hand,

"Enslaved people, rise up and change the world."

"If they want to decide our fate, let’s show them what life and death truly mean."

The screen flickered momentarily, and K’s figure disappeared, the screen’s content reverting to the original advertisements.