Life Game In Other World
Chapter 281: The Call (Please Favorite, Subscribe, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 281: Chapter 281: The Call (Please Favorite, Subscribe, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

"Who’s there?!"

A young man in the crowd raised his gun and flashlight, aiming at the black shadow standing on the wooden wall.

The bright light shone upon the figure, revealing his slender and straight stature, a face as chiseled and resolute as if carved by a knife, and the blood that covered his entire body.

"Leader!?"

The young man who had just spoken was stunned.

Then came a huge cheer, "The Leader! The Leader has returned!"

Wave after wave of cheers spread throughout the entire camp, and following that, under the oppressive darkness of night, people boiled over with excitement like dancing flames.

He Ao looked at the cheering wanderers before him, a deep sense of fatigue washing over his mind.

It was a tiredness stemming from deep within Ronald’s body, from hunting, trapping, advancing in rank; this body was already exhausted.

But He Ao knew that now was not the time to sleep.

He jumped down from the wooden wall, picked up the corpse he had just thrown on the ground, and raised it high.

It was the enormous body of a headless Bitter Monkey.

Some people in the crowd recognized the corpse, and under the glow of the flames, the entire camp fell silent in an instant.

In the next second, silence turned into explosive shouts,

"The Bitter Monkey! It’s the Bitter Monkey!"

"The Leader has killed the Bitter Monkey!"

In the past few months, all the wanderers had been chased and toyed with by this terrifying exotic beast.

The Bitter Monkey was not in a hurry to kill them, rather it chased them like a flock of sheep tormented by a ferocious beast, oppressing them, relishing in their desperate attempts to escape.

Anytime someone was isolated, death was their inevitable fate.

This was also why Ronald had to choose this moment to advance in rank.

His ’Martial Artist’ Talent Sequence was not yet mastered to perfection, but he had no choice but to try advancing at this time.

If he could not advance, the only outcome for everyone in the camp, himself included, was death.

Everyone in the camp understood their fate, and they knew why the Leader had left.

Oppression and despair loomed over this place.

Therefore, when He Ao came back alive and whole, their cheers were all the more intense and raw.

He Ao, carrying the corpse, walked a circuit around the entire camp, just as Ronald’s father had done before.

Everyone in the camp watched his footsteps, and many did not cheer aloud; they simply watched He Ao walk by with the corpse, their eyes brimming with tears.

Tears were reflected in their sparkling eyes by the flickering flames.

Each person standing here had lost loved ones to the Bitter Monkey’s hands at some point.

Now that the great vengeance was fulfilled, their hearts surged not only with joy but also with relief and sorrow.

As He Ao walked past, quiet sobs followed in his wake.

The sound began with just one or two people, but gradually spread, becoming a continuous presence.

Eventually, He Ao completed his round and returned to the very center of the camp.

He dropped the Bitter Monkey to the ground, raised the scimitar in his hand, and cut open the Bitter Monkey’s chest to remove its heart.

Ronald’s father had once told him that the Transcendent power of the Bitter Monkey was concentrated in its heart.

Immediately, someone presented a silver Mithril box, opened it, and handed it over.

He Ao placed the Bitter Monkey’s heart into the box.

Theoretically, the core parts of such a powerful C-level exotic beast could serve as the main ingredient for some kind of C-level Talent Sequence Secret Medicine.

But no one in the camp knew which Talent Sequence corresponded to the Bitter Monkey, nor the recipe for the related Secret Medicine.

So for now, they had to store the heart away. The heart itself carried Transcendent power, which counted as a Transcendent item, but its power was still unstable and required some time to settle.

In fact, if left alone, the Bitter Monkey’s body could also gradually combine with other dead matter and form some kind of unique Transcendent item.

After dealing with the Bitter Monkey’s corpse, He Ao put down the scimitar.

"Leader."

A young man with a scar across his face walked over.

He was Ronald’s current deputy, named Wade, the strongest person in the camp aside from Ronald. He had chosen the same Talent Sequence pathway as Ronald and was now a C-level ’Fighter’.

"How much food does the camp have left?"

He Ao asked softly.

"We can stretch the dry food for another two or three days, there’s some jerky left, and we’ve caught a few wild chickens."

Wade answered.

"Is there any alcohol?"

"There are two barrels left, stored in the central supply vehicle, the rest we lost on the road."

"Hmm," He Ao pondered for a moment, then spoke softly, "On my way back just now, I hunted some wild deer, now piled outside the wooden wall. Find a few people to bring the deer inside, and then open those two barrels of alcohol; we’ll have a celebration tonight."

As he said this, he paused, "Don’t use up the dry food."

"Okay."

Wade nodded slightly.

Then He Ao looked around at the crowd and raised his hand high, "Tonight we celebrate!"

"Oh!!!! Long live the Leader!!!!"

Cheers erupted once again among the crowd.

The camp hadn’t held a celebration in a very long time, and people needed to release their stress—a string that’s always taut is easily broken.

Following He Ao’s orders, people began to busy themselves preparing bonfires, carrying the deer carcasses from outside the wooden wall, and bursts of laughter and cheer gradually bloomed in the camp that had once been suppressed.

He Ao slowly retreated, leaning on the wheel of the off-road vehicle behind him.

"Leader,"

A girl in a red leather skirt with a dark complexion rushed over from the side, holding a roasted chicken leg, "Do you want a chicken leg?"

The girl’s name was Penny. Her parents had died in the attack by the Bitter Monkey during their migration.

After her parents’ death, Ronald took her under his wing, raising her as his sister.

Her Talent was quite good, though she was only sixteen, she was already a C-level Transcendent, and even her Talent was significantly better than Ronald’s.

"No need," He Ao smiled and shook his head, "I’ll take a nap..."

"What?!"

Penny was taken aback, hurriedly grabbed He Ao’s shoulders, and started shaking him, "Leader, don’t sleep, if you do, you might never wake up again."

He Ao, who was quite sleepy, was almost completely shaken awake by her.

He brushed away Penny’s hand, "It’s okay, I’m fine, just a bit tired, just going to sleep for a while. If danger comes, remember to wake me up."

"Leader, are you really okay?"

Penny looked at He Ao dubiously.

"I’m fine," He Ao said smiling and shaking his head, "I’ve just leveled up, how can there be anything wrong with me."

Those seated around the bonfire had begun to sing an ancient and cheerful tune,

"There is an army bathed in glory, treading upon the wilderness ground"

"They delve into the forest, cleaving through the brambles, awaiting the light of Daybreak to shine"

"Young warriors, do not panic, the supply convoy is on its approach"

"Bringing us sweets, gasoline, and muskets"

"Young warriors, do not panic, the supply vehicle’s horn is sounding now"

"Once we’ve fired these bullets we’ll be going home."

"Young warriors, do not panic..."

It was a song that had been widely circulated among wanderers for a long, long time.

Listening to the singing, He Ao slowly leaned back, overcome by a profound fatigue.

It was a cheerful nursery rhyme, just a cheerful nursery rhyme.

The wanderers never had supplies.