Life Game In Other World
Chapter 303: We Can Live! (Please Favorite, Subscribe, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 303: Chapter 303: We Can Live! (Please Favorite, Subscribe, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

The silent darkness enveloped everything.

Only the dim light from the emergency lights in the corridor could barely provide a glint of brightness.

But for such a vast building, that light was nothing more than a drop in the bucket.

"Hasn’t the electricity been fixed yet? Do you all want to be flayed by the boss?"

"The door to the power room is locked; we can’t open it."

"If it won’t open, smash it!"

"I think I heard an explosion outside, what happened?"

"Someone go out and check, someone go out and check."

"We can’t reach the boss; the calls aren’t getting through."

"It’s pouring outside, and we don’t have umbrellas."

"Who’s going to check if the boss is still there?"

The noisy clamor, the chaotic shuffling.

Reverberated in the empty building.

When He Ao reached the doorstep, some gang members who had hurriedly found umbrellas had just squeezed their way to the entrance, where they were confronted with the sight of He Ao, carrying Kyle’s body and brandishing a flashlight, like a demon from hell.

"The boss is dead! The boss is dead!"

They stared in terror at the corpse in He Ao’s hands, and it took a good while before they could make out whose body it was.

Panic rose in their voices.

"Kill, kill him! Avenge the boss!"

No one knew who screamed in the crowd, but the gang members at the forefront snapped out of their daze.

Kyle’s loyal followers drew their guns in anger, aiming straight at He Ao.

He Ao threw the flashlight in his hand toward the front, and the blinding brightness momentarily disrupted everyone’s vision.

The rain continued to pour relentlessly.

As the first gunshot rang out, its flame illuminated the chaotic night.

The silver blade pierced the chest of the first person, the crimson blood blooming like a midnight rose.

"Kill him!"

"He’s coming in!"

The chaos of gunfire mixed with the noise of the crowd.

A stray bullet shattered the dimly lit emergency light.

The world succumbed to complete darkness.

Shouts, chaos, yells, and roars mingled above the corridor.

Some who heard the commotion came down from the second and third floors, stepping down the staircase and into this high-speed meat grinder.

Surrounding darkness prevailed on all sides.

Only the faint glow from the occasional bursts of gunfire flickered like candles swaying in the wind and rain.

Reflecting on every blood-stained face.

Suddenly.

The chaotic gunfire ceased.

The tumult among the crowd stopped.

All was so silent.

As silent as death itself.

"Turn on the lights."

Accompanied by He Ao’s softly spoken words.

Bright lights once again illuminated the entire corridor.

The hallway strewn with corpses, the walls soaked with blood, those trembling people huddled in the corners, holding their breath, daring not to utter a word.

Everyone stood dazed, staring at the crimson world before them, their minds blank.

He Ao stood on the inner side of the corridor, reaching out to press the elevator button in front of him.

Ding—

The crisp sound echoed through the corridor, signaling the elevator doors opening.

Everyone heard the sound, but no one dared to raise their heads and look at that figure; they remained silent, not even daring to twitch a finger.

The blood-smeared silver elevator doors slowly closed, and the elevator ascended quickly.

He Ao was not the type to kill indiscriminately, only those who shot at him or wanted him dead. If the survivors had counted carefully, they would have realized that more had lived than died.

In such chaotic circumstances, the person who had shot at him was most likely one of Kyle’s die-hard loyalists; after these people were eliminated, there would be much less resistance to deal with in the aftermath.

Only the elevators from the first to the third floor could directly access the factory areas above the fourth floor.

However, one could only go up, not down, and descending was possible only to the fourth floor, then by passing through the closely monitored and sealed passage between the fourth and third floors.

The elevator program was standalone and not networked, so He Ao couldn’t modify its program through Eve.

But even if he had, it wouldn’t have been of much use.

There were only two small elevators from the first to the third floor that could carry a maximum of ten people each, completely inadequate for a large flow of people going downstairs.

In contrast, the factory areas from the fourth floor upwards had large industrial elevators capable of carrying hundreds of people, which were the main thoroughfares vital for the operation of this industrial building.

He Ao entered the elevator and pressed the button for the 26th floor.

The elevator moved swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, he had reached the 26th floor.

At that moment, the corridor on the 26th floor was crowded with people.

When He Ao emerged from the elevator carrying Kyle’s body, all eyes converged on him.

He Ao looked at the scene before him with some surprise.

Two groups were in a tense standoff by the elevator.

One side consisted of a dozen or so burly men standing to the left of He Ao, which was the shorter side of the corridor.

In their hands, they either held firearms or long knives, and some held flashlights to light the way ahead.

Ahead of them, on the longer side of the corridor, stood a dense crowd of dozens of frail workers in neat uniforms.

Most of them had partially grey hair, and in their hands, they only held iron rods and metal levers as weapons.

A young man with a shovel in hand stood at their forefront; his hair wasn’t grey, his vitality was still strong, appearing as if he hadn’t been here for long.

When the elevator door opened and He Ao stepped out, everyone’s gaze once again settled on him.

To the right, the man with the shovel who was leading them briefly froze upon seeing He Ao and then immediately exclaimed with surprise, "Leader?"

His words shattered all silence.

The dozen or so to the left quickly reacted, aiming their guns and knives at He Ao.

They exchanged glances, sensing He Ao was covered in blood, having come up from the first floor, and difficult to deal with, but also likely to have sustained serious injuries.

Then their gaze shifted to the dozens of the old, weak, sick, and disabled in front of them, "Take this one down first."

In that instant, they moved simultaneously, shooters shooting and knife-wielders slashing, as a chaotic onslaught of blades descended upon He Ao.

He Ao glanced at them, lifting Kyle’s body with one hand as a flash of silver sword light danced in his hand.

His figure vanished in an instant.

In just a split second, one burly man after another fell.

The elderly, weak, sick, and disabled standing opposite had not yet reacted when the corridor was left with only the lingering scent of fresh blood and some remains of Mechanically Modified People.

He Ao glanced at them; these were not all the Wilderness Wanderers from the entire floor. This floor alone housed at least two to three hundred people, yet only thirty to forty stood there.

"Leader, have you been promoted?"

The youthful man holding the shovel said in disbelief at He Ao’s swift movements.

"Mm," He Ao nodded lightly, looking at the youth at the forefront, "Call everyone out."

He Ao had chosen the 26th floor because Eve’s retrieved data showed that the workshop Hank was responsible for was on this floor, meaning that the people from their camp who had been captured might also be on the 26th floor.

He couldn’t coordinate thousands of people by himself; he needed help to quickly and simply establish a trustworthy management system.

As it turned out, his guess was correct.

Not only were the people from their camp on the 26th floor, but they had also managed to cause trouble there during the power outage.

"Okay!"

The young man excitedly said.

Soon, several people stepped out from the crowd, all from Ronald’s camp, tapping on the doors of each workshop with excitement and calling out the Wilderness Wanderers one by one.

At first, most of the Wilderness Wanderers were afraid to come out, unwilling to confront the foremen directly, but as more and more came out and saw the increasing amount of blood on the ground, more and more bent and weak Wilderness Wanderers slowly walked out from the workshops.

They looked at He Ao standing by the elevator entrance and at the bodies of the foremen behind him.

He Ao watched the people before him, hoisting Kyle’s body high,

"We can live!"

An elderly man leaning on the wall stepped out of the workshop door, looking at He Ao, who seemed godlike in appearance, at the blood flowing behind him, and at the high-held body.

A drop of murky tear overflowed from the corner of his eye, sliding down his dry, bark-like cheeks to the ground.

Drip-drop... drip-drop...

Tear after tear streamed down people’s cheeks.

It was like tears, or perhaps like rain.

The torrential rain outside continued, and loud shouts spread through the entire floor, throughout the factory.