Life Game In Other World
Chapter 256: There is Light on the Road Ahead (End of the Copy World / Major - , Please Collect, Subscribe, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 256: Chapter 256: There is Light on the Road Ahead (End of the Copy World / Major Chapter, Please Collect, Subscribe, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

In a gloomy and dark alley, a disheveled man was inching closer toward a corner of the lane.

He held a small handgun in his hands.

The gun had been given to him not long ago by a "kind-hearted person" wearing a chubby baby mask.

He originally intended to sell the gun for money, but the "kind-hearted person" reminded him that he could use the gun to "make money."

Indeed, he could use the gun to turn others’ money into his own.

But he still hesitated in his heart.

Over the past few days, he had finished all his food and hadn’t managed to get any money.

He knew he needed to take risks.

If he kept starving like this, he would become just like many of the vagrants he had seen, a corpse lying on the side of the road.

He gripped the handle of the gun firmly, peering out little by little, looking toward the street outside the alley.

It was a deserted street, and a fashionable young lady with a stylish outfit was walking in his direction while playing with a tablet and looking downward, carrying a bag that looked expensive.

She probably had many valuable things on her.

Such thoughts arose in the man’s mind.

This woman seemed like the most suitable prey.

He had been waiting here for a long time, the passersby were either too strong or looked like they had no money.

The man clenched the gun, took a deep breath, and estimated the woman’s pace.

However, just as he predicted the woman would reach the mouth of the alley and was about to dash out, two vagrants ran past from the other end of the alley, shouting as they ran, "Hurry up, over there Nolanka Group is hiring, they give food right away if you apply."

Nolanka Group? Giving food?

The man was momentarily stunned.

And in that moment of hesitation, the well-dressed lady had already passed by the alley.

The man glanced at the receding figure of the lady, then at the gun in his hand, hesitated for a moment, then put away the gun, and followed in the direction where the two vagrants had run off.

Normally, companies would not hire vagrants, but seeing the excitement of those two just now, it seemed this time was a bit different.

The man didn’t run far along the street before he saw a long line at the end of another intersecting street.

The queue was mostly made up of vagrants in tattered clothes; they huddled together, whispering and discussing something.

Some security guards in Nolanka Group uniforms were maintaining order.

Next to them was a sign stating "Please queue here to apply."

The man pondered for a moment, originally wanting to ask the security guards, but as he stretched out his hand, he subconsciously withdrew it.

The Nolanka Group security guards he had met before had all driven him away directly, leaving him with many unpleasant memories, which made him fearful of the guards.

However, this time, the guards did not chase him away but were simply maintaining the order of the line, frequently pulling out those who were trying to cut in line.

The man thus quietly queued up until it was his turn.

He had no idea how long it had been, but just when he felt too weak from hunger to stand, he finally reached the front of the line.

A middle-aged clerk with a stern face was asking each person for their information. He looked at the man, "Name."

"Maro... Sir, may I ask what kind of job is being offered here?"

The man inquired cautiously.

The clerk looked up at him, and while entering information into the system, slowly said, "Construction laborer."

"Ah..."

The man was stunned. In Kaye City, the job of a manual laborer usually required over ten hours of high-intensity work. He was small and hadn’t eaten in a long time; he couldn’t do manual labor, and he feared he would die on the construction site within a couple of days.

The clerk seemed to guess the man’s concern, or perhaps it was a common occurrence, so he quickly and impatiently added,

"Registering first comes with a meal; once you’ve eaten and rested, you can start working and we’ll see which position suits you best. Working hours vary from six to eight hours, overtime is not supported."

The man opened his mouth, wanting to ask something else, but before he could speak,

The clerk immediately rapid-fired, "The job includes board and lodging, communal dormitories, meal vouchers are provided, besides board and lodging, weekly wages start at 100 federal coins or equivalent in material exchange vouchers, depending on your working hours and job position. One day off per week, the dormitory is equipped with a free bathhouse, includes basic social insurance and medical insurance, and you will be issued two sets of work clothes for washing purposes.

As long as you register, you’re almost sure to be hired. There is a three-month probationary period after employment."

Upon finishing, the clerk looked up at him, "Any other questions? If you have family members, you can bring them along. Those without jobs are a priority, and if you have children, you can enjoy the Group’s interest-free loan policy for schooling. For families, lodging is not included, but we can provide a housing deduction voucher valid only for renting apartments under the Group."

The conditions of the offer weren’t particularly good, but for vagrants who had been unable to find work, it was equivalent to giving them a chance to survive.

The lack of high weekly wages but direct conversion to board and lodging meant that even those who were bankrupt could ensure their basic living, unlike other jobs where the bank would directly take all their income to pay debts.

The man couldn’t react for a moment and just stood there, dumbfounded.

"Any other questions?"

The clerk tapped on the desk with a hint of impatience.

"No, none."

The man quickly shook his head.

"If there’s nothing else, sign your name here."

The clerk clicked the computer, and a contract signing interface appeared on the desk in front of the man.

Until he had signed his name and was led by the staff to the back for the onboarding process, the man was in a daze.

He had not expected to find a job so easily, one that offered enough food and a place to stay.

Whenever he had looked for a job before, bosses either drove him away with disdain for being a vagrant or offered him very low wages without any insurance or a contract. The small income was often not enough to pay the deposit for an apartment, forcing him to stay in costly hotels that charged by the day.

Most of his income would be taken by the bank to pay off past loans he owed, and the remaining money was not enough to buy food.

Lacking shelter and food made his health deteriorate, and his poor condition made it even more difficult for him to find a job.

Nowadays, with unsold goods and many factories laying off workers, there were fewer and fewer job positions available, and competition was getting fiercer. Even temporary jobs were increasingly hard for him to find.

He had always thought that one day he would die silently on the side of the street, his body discarded like trash, thrown into the incinerator along with other frozen vagrants.

But at this moment.

The man glanced at the registration card the guide robot had just given him.

His days seemed to be improving.

There was light on the path ahead.

——

"Christos, the next mayor of Dawn City, made his first public appearance after the election. He said he would implement a series of reform policies after taking office, suppress the conglomerates, and improve workers’ conditions."

"The mayoral election process of Dawn City is almost complete, Christos has been confirmed as the next mayor of Dawn City, and the President of the Federation has sent a message of congratulations.

As per Dawn City tradition, the next mayor will take the oath of office in early February next year. In the month after the election and before the swearing-in, the current mayor will gradually transfer power to the next mayor and his administration."

News briefs were playing on the TV, but the silver-haired elderly didn’t pay any attention to the news. He looked at the doctor in pure white robes before him and asked in a somewhat somber voice,

"Doctor Ike, is there really no way at all?"

"Mr. Danny Lowe," Doctor Ike shook his head, "Even if we use a sealant to restore Mr. Vian’s physical body, his soul has already dissipated, leaving only a husk. He will never wake up, and this body will also slowly die."

Danny fell into brief silence.

Through thick glass, he looked at the young man lying on the operating table with his eyes closed.

Then he paused for a moment and said softly,

"Isn’t there a way to maintain this body’s vitality indefinitely? Maybe some time in the future there might be a cure, no matter the cost, the Life Goddess Church will receive the friendship of the Nolanka Group."

"Death is irreversible... Even if there were such a method, you couldn’t ensure that ’he’ wouldn’t mutate into a monster during that time."

Ike wanted to say more but, seeing the elderly man’s resolute gaze, he eventually let out a slow sigh,

"I have a junior at the medical academy who is very talented and likes to study these taboo subjects. He once discussed with me methods to keep someone in a state between life and death, but I have not contacted him for a long time. I can only try to reach out to see. For now, we can maintain Mr. Vian’s vitals with a Cryo-Sleep Pod."

"If there’s anything Nolanka Group can do, just say it."

Danny immediately said.

"Alright," Ike nodded gently, knowing this was not the time to refuse, "I’ll see if I can get in touch with him now. Some of my classmates should still have his contact information; I heard he went to Dawn City."

"What’s his name? Nolanka Group also has branches in Dawn City."

The elderly man asked at once.

"He’s called..." Ike searched for a moment, taking out a photo of a somewhat unhealthy looking man and handing it to the elder butler, "Roger."

——

Dawn City

"The sun is so nice today."

Yi Jiali held her teacup, looking at the afternoon sun outside the window.

"Indeed it is."

Selena leaned back on the comfortable sofa and nodded gently.

Since they had worked together investigating the exotic beast incident orchestrated by the mayor, the two had kept in touch and gradually became friends.

"Did Annie go to the school today?"

Selena watched news of Christos being interviewed on the screen of the building opposite and asked softly.

Yi Jiali seemed to recall something and smiled lightly, "The first batch of children started school; it’s the preparatory period now. She’s teaching the kids, I’ll go tomorrow."

"That’s great."

Selena also picked up her tea, seemingly having not had such a leisurely afternoon in a long time.

"By the way, have you heard about what happened in Kaye City?" Yi Jiali suddenly said,

"It seems that there has been an internal struggle within Nolanka Group, which controls Kaye City. A faction of the directors conspired with the Church of the God of Chaos, attempting to assassinate the current chairman of the board. A fierce battle broke out near the city center."

"I haven’t heard..."

Selena shook her head.

"Really? Then you have been quite busy lately," Yi Jiali put down her teacup, "I heard that the chairman of Nolanka Group is particularly handsome and a good person, having implemented many measures beneficial to the lower-class workers. He now holds significant power and seems to be carrying out some reforms."

"That’s wonderful."

Selena took a sip of her tea, looking at the brilliance outside the window.

The world was slowly changing.