Life Game In Other World
Chapter 250: K is Not (Please Favorite, Subscribe, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 250: Chapter 250: K is Not (Please Favorite, Subscribe, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

"Hello."

The man with the chubby baby mask poked his head out from outside the truck window, gazing at the dozing truck driver.

"Ah!"

Startled from his drowsy state, the driver looked up and found a creepy face pressed against the window, shrinking back in fear.

The masked man quietly watched the driver as rainwater continuously slid down his mask.

The driver glanced at the pouring rain outside, turned on the windshield wiper, and looked at the figure outside the window with confusion,

"Are you from the circus? Here to borrow an umbrella?"

The driver rubbed his sleepy eyes, turned sideways to search behind him, and as he searched, he said, "I bought this umbrella for five federal coins. It’s been used for so long, I can sell it to you for three, or if you have no money, just leave a number or something, man. We all have it tough. You out here so late, in such heavy rain."

"I heard Nolanka Group offers good benefits?"

The figure outside the window asked softly.

"Used to be not so great but got much better after the new benefits," the driver continued searching with his back turned,

"Mr. Vian is truly a good man, everyone’s life has improved now.

If you want to join Nolanka Group, you better hurry. Recently a lot of people want to switch to our company. If you’re too slow, there might not be any positions left. If you have a truck driver’s license, I can recommend you. There are rewards for internal referrals. If you get hired, we split the reward. Hey, where’s my umbrella?"

The driver turned down and groped around, hooking something with his hand, "Found it,"

He turned holding a plain umbrella, "Here, the umbrella."

However, the man who was originally leaning against the window had disappeared without a trace.

He looked around in confusion, shrouded by the dark curtain of rain.

"What a weirdo."

The driver yawned and raised the window.

Once the rain eased a little, he could complete the delivery and then head home.

——

Chaos walked alone in the silent drapes of rain, his hair soaked and plastered against his cheeks.

This was Yenore District in Kaye City, the poorest and most chaotic district in the entire city.

Here, you could do anything: trade illegal goods, murder, rob, steal.

As there were so many criminals, the local police station in Yenore District had almost given up on investigating cases. They focused their efforts on protecting the still-functioning communities, barely maintaining order in the district.

Here, there was not even a large gang powerful enough to control the whole underworld; chaos ruled everything.

In the most chaotic communities of Yenore District, there was no longer any intact order. The buildings here might belong to some company, some tycoon, and their owners had been driven out of their own territories by the chaotic criminals.

Masses of homeless people gathered, looking for a corner to safely sleep in these ’ownerless’ lands.

Due to continuous neglect, these buildings were in extremely poor condition, most of them were hazardous and at risk of collapsing at any moment.

Chaos now stood in front of one such building with its wall paint peeled off, showing the pocked marks of time. Many rooms didn’t even have window panes, and one could only see vague flickering flames through the rain.

The better-off homeless would get some solar cells for power, used for lighting and warmth at night.

Those slightly worse off bought stoves driven by hydrocarbon fuels.

Those who were even worse off, with no money at all, would stealthily take knives to cut down landscape trees.

Firewood, both the wealthiest and the poorest, were entitled to enjoy it.

But the nearby landscape trees had long been chopped down, and further out lay the only orderly areas left in Yenore District. To trespass and cut trees there, one might be shot dead by the police on sight.

The days of the homeless were getting worse, and many of them might not survive the winter.

Chaos entered the hall on the ground floor of the building, which lacked doors and windows.

A few armed guards saluted him slightly.

In the middle of the hall, there was a stove burning fiercely, the flames dancing inside, illuminating the room filled with huge metal boxes.

Chaos casually walked up to a crate and lifted its lid.

Rows upon rows of firearms, packed together as tightly as straw, came into Chaos’s view.

The entire hall was filled with such weapons.

Most of the firearms here were part of the things she had exchanged with the five hundred million federal coins robbed from the Nord bank. Of course, some were also ’borrowed’ from the City Defense Army’s arsenal.

"You’re planning on handing these guns out to the nearly destitute vagrants above?"

A deep voice emanated from behind him.

"Why not?"

Chaos turned with a smile to look at the man standing behind him, carrying a briefcase and wearing a black and white mask. His gaze swept the surroundings; the originally armed thugs had been silently taken care of.

However, he didn’t seem surprised by the man’s arrival. He chuckled and said, "We meet again."

Then he casually spread his hands and continued on the previous topic, "When desperate people gain the power to rebel, that will be the beginning of all chaos. What a glorious scene that is."

"I don’t think there’s anything glorious about it."

He Ao looked calmly at Chaos, pressing a button on his briefcase. Piece by piece, metal armor started to envelop his body.

"With K’s mask on your face, isn’t what K did the same as us? Inciting those desperate to go mad and ultimately reaping the fruits of chaos."

Chaos shrugged his shoulders, and in an instant, his figure vanished from the spot.

"K isn’t."

He Ao calmly replied.

Super Memory, activate!

So fast!

Under the Super Memory vision, He Ao ’saw’ Chaos’s movements clearly.

He hadn’t ’vanished’; his speed was too fast for Vian’s eyes to catch.

He Ao lifted the briefcase in his right hand and gripped the bottom with his left, immediately sidestepping.

Chaos’s fist smashed down on the briefcase, sending He Ao flying.

Even with the amplification from Super Memory giving him a strength of 172, he was unable to block a hit from Chaos.

This was a true C-level being.

He Ao crashed into a huge crate and rolled behind it, his unfolding Mecha quickly covering his body.

The mask on his face slipped into his arms, hiding within his clothes.

Chaos looked at him, emerging unscathed from behind the crate in his Mecha armor, slightly surprised.

The next second, his figure disappeared again.

Bang—

Accompanied by a loud noise.

This time, He Ao crossed his arms and blocked his attack.

Both of their feet sank into the somewhat worn concrete floor. Chaos glanced at He Ao, his muscles on his arm slightly bulging before he slowly withdrew his hand.

He Ao looked at the power bar that was stretched to one hundred percent, continuing to extend it.

One hundred and three percent.

Overclock!

A faint silver glow spilled out from the gaps in the Mecha, as he too slowly withdrew his hand.

Boom—

Both threw punches at each other at the same time.