Life Game In Other World
Chapter 349: The Human World is Hell (Long - /Extra Updates, Seeking Subscriptions, Collections, and Monthly Passes)

Chapter 349: Chapter 349: The Human World is Hell (Long Chapter/Extra Updates, Seeking Subscriptions, Collections, and Monthly Passes)

Blood Rats themselves only possess F-level strength and are extremely timid, but when lured by something and falling into a predacious berserk state, they charge fearlessly to their deaths.

Moreover, they often move in packs.

In a frenzied swarm of rats, even a C-level could get injured.

In this ravine, He Ao could still hold off the swarm of rats, but the scent continued to waft and would keep attracting other ’residents’. Once he got surrounded, he really might end up dead here.

He Ao picked up the electromagnetic stove and fixed it onto the motorcycle’s rear seat, then he slammed the throttle, bursting into the raging blizzard in an instant.

The electromagnetic stove had one more advantage, it was windproof.

The moment the motorcycle roared to life, the rats that were watching He Ao charged like arrows released from bows.

Giant rats burst forth from the pristine snow, disappearing into the storm, their footsteps shaking the earth with a thunderous noise.

Simultaneously, in the spreading blizzard, one after another figure arose, drawn by the scent.

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On a road not far from Rock City, a small vehicle convoy was trapped in the middle of the road by a severe blizzard.

Several youngsters were setting up an intelligent snow canopy along the crude edge of the road, which could keep the blizzard at bay and prevent it from burying the vehicles, making them impassable.

Being trapped in the wilderness during a blizzard is a terrifying thing.

"Damn it, why the hell are they sending us out at this time, if the snow keeps coming down, we’re all gonna die here,"

a brown-haired young man grumbled as he hammered the anchor nails into the ground.

"Deputy leader, didn’t they say it was because that kid who escaped took something important from the higher-ups, and they insisted we must catch him?"

a brunet youth softly said, this brown-haired youth seemed to be the deputy leader of the team.

"What can some poor kid take?"

the brown-haired youth cursed, "Why the hell do they search in the city, and we have to come to the wilderness? Those Federal Bureau of Investigation dogs are guarding the gates tighter than their own kennels, how could that kid possibly escape?"

"But... what if he really did escape?"

The brunet youth seemed hesitant.

"If he really escaped, and made me suffer like this, I’d tie him to a rack and skin him, flaying his flesh open, slowly pull out his fingernails, and insert needles into his fingertips, making him beg for life but unable to beg for death."

"Isn’t that going a bit too far? Wouldn’t it be easier to just kill him?"

"You don’t get it, that’s the pleasure of killing. You have to torture him until he breaks, and then when he’s begging you in agony, and he thinks you’ll finally spare him, you keep torturing. If you think I’m being brutal, it’s because you haven’t seen our boss’s methods."

"The boss?"

"If you saw those ’prisoners’ of the boss, you would know that falling into the boss’s hands is the real deal—where you can’t beg for life or death."

The brunet young man shuddered, then changed the subject, "But they really value that poor kid, don’t they? For this wilderness trip, they’ve brought so much advanced equipment, we could wipe out a medium-sized Wilderness Wanderer camp."

"Why not?"

The brown-haired young man sneered as he stood up, "It’s just us out here, who knows who these weapons are going to be used on? Some poor kid, an exotic beast, or maybe a Wilderness Wanderer?

There’s plenty of good stuff left in the Wanderer Camp, and the big shots in the city like this kind of ’exotic style.’ Wilderness Wanderer women and pretty boys, selling them to Milani fetches a good price. Then we can split the money and use the rest for greasing some palms.

We can just say we encountered a rampaging horde of exotic beasts, who would know it was us? We’ve come all this way through so much hardship, we can’t just walk away with nothing, can we?"

"But, the leader..."

The brown-haired youth was a bit dazed, but clearly tempted.

"The leader is here to make money too," laughed the brown-haired young man, "you’re the only new guy in our team."

In an instant, the brown-haired youth understood that this was a ’test’, he didn’t hesitate to reply, "I joined the Ice Wolf Gang to make money."

"Good, you’ve got ambition!"

The brown-haired young man was clearly not doing this sort of thing for the first time. He smiled skillfully, and just as he was about to continue, a snowmobile suddenly burst out of the blizzard.

Riding the snowmobile was a middle-aged man with the distinct characteristics of a Wilderness Wanderer. He stopped the snowmobile next to the brown-haired young man, "Folks, my name is Wick, our camp is not far ahead, do you need help?"

"Needed, desperately needed."

The brown-haired young man immediately said, "Thanks for your trouble. Once the snow stops we’ll still need help. We’ve brought some gifts, and you’ll definitely like them."

The Wanderer Wick quickly agreed to help.

After a while, the leader of the convoy came over, showed Wick a photo of the person they were chasing, and told Wick that the person in the photo was worth two hundred thousand.

Wick looked carefully at the photo, then said he hadn’t seen the person in it, but he could help them look.

Once Wick had left, the leader watched Wick’s retreating figure and chuckled, "This camp isn’t bad."

The two young men behind him laughed as well.

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At the same time, Wick, who had ventured into the blizzard, picked up a walkie-talkie and pressed the talk button,

"You guessed right, they sent a team to look for you. They claim to be from the Ice Wolf Gang, the biggest gang from Rock City. They’re trapped in the blizzard now, specifically located thirty-five degrees northwest of the camp, exactly ten kilometers away."

After a moment, the walkie-talkie emitted a crackling echo, and the sound of countless beasts trampling the earth thundered through; a hoarse voice rose amid the roar, "Thank you."

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Not long after Wick left, the young men also got their smart snow awnings secured and were about to head back to the vehicle when the brown-haired young man suddenly pointed into the depths of the blizzard and shouted, "Look, what’s that?"

"A person?" The brown-haired young man was startled. He picked up a telescope and looked into the blizzard, and when he made out the face of the shadow in the storm, he immediately shouted, "It’s that kid, quick, tell the leader, it’s that kid, we’ve hit the jackpot!"

"There seems to be something deep in the blizzard..."

The brown-haired youth hesitated again, as he could already faintly hear the earth trembling.

By this time, the brown-haired young man had drawn his gun and reported the situation to the team leader using the walkie-talkie.

The entire convoy instantly armed itself.

"That kid is dangerous. Wait until he gets closer before firing,"

the brown-haired young man said with a sneer.

"Okay."

At this moment, the brown-haired young man hesitated no more. He raised his gun, aiming into the depths of the snowstorm.

As the shadow in the blizzard drew nearer, the rumbling of the earth grew louder in the youths’ ears.

Yet they seemed completely unconcerned, filled with nothing but excitement.

"Brothers, fire! That kid is worth two hundred thousand! Dead or alive, it doesn’t matter!"

The sudden gunfire erupted, the scorching bullets passing through the icy snowflakes, pouring down like a curtain of rain upon the figure in the snowstorm.

On the three largest vehicles in the convoy, huge laser cannons were charging up.

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The intense barrage struck the motorcycle, creating dents one after another on the bike’s alloy armor.

This motorcycle was just an ordinary model and couldn’t withstand the relentless bullet storm.

He Ao set the motorcycle to autopilot, then pulled out a Mithril test tube from his waist.

He had just added the Piranha Tooth Powder to it and left it to brew for three minutes.

At this moment, the blood-red liquid in the pot had gradually calmed down, a thin, translucent layer of clear liquid forming on the very top of all the concoction, from which a rich ’aroma’ emanated.

He Ao opened the lid, tilted the whole stove, placed the Mithril test tube at the now-slanted edge of the pot, and the red-glittering clear liquid slowly flowed along the edge of the pot, falling into the Mithril test tube.

Despite the violent motion, the bike’s body shook noticeably, and the wild bullets nearly grazed He Ao’s cheeks as they flew by, while the motorcycle’s front hood that blocked most of the bullets began to show bullet holes.

Even so, He Ao’s hands remained steady without the slightest tremor.

Until the last drop of clear liquid fell into the test tube, He Ao capped the test tube, and the tantalizing aroma vanished in an instant.

But the inertia of the beast swarm behind him was unstoppable.

He Ao slid the test tube back to his waist and leaped off the motorcycle with a jump, rolling away and disappearing into the veil of snow.

At this moment, the motorcycle was already close to the convoy, and its people saw the frenzied, earth-shaking exotic beasts chasing them.

"It’s a beast tide! A beast tide! Run!"

The panic-stricken people screamed, with flickering lasers firing everywhere,

and fresh blood staining the snow-white ground.

The roars of exotic beasts, the sounds of gnashing teeth, the tearing of metal, and the agonized cries of the killers mixed with the wind of the blizzard.

When all was settled, most exotic beasts, no longer lured by the scent, began to disperse, leaving only some large, snow-white rats nibbling on the remains left by the larger beasts.

He Ao walked through the swarm of rats, now harmless without the tempting scent, and after a thorough search of the area, he found a blood-soaked brown-haired young man under an overturned vehicle covered by a snow tent.

The young man saw He Ao too and reached out with difficulty, saying, "Save me."

He Ao looked at him and knelt down in front of him.

He activated his wristband and projected a photo of Nell’s fifth sister, "Have you seen her?"

Seeing the photo, the young man was taken aback. Then his eyes shifted, and he quickly said, "I have, I have. She’s locked up in our boss’ interrogation room. She’s still alive. Just save me, and I’ll take you to her."

"The boss of the Ice Wolf Gang?"

He Ao looked at him calmly.

"Yes, yes,"

the young man nodded hurriedly.

"And have you seen these two people?"

He Ao flipped to photos of Nell’s eldest brother and second sister.

This time, the young man’s entire body stiffened for a moment, and then he said in a fawning manner, "I have. Eisen captured them. They are locked up at Eisen’s house right now. They are all alive. Just save me, and once we get back to the city, I will help you release them."

He Ao silently turned off the wristband and said softly, "I’ve been to the crematorium."

The young man’s ingratiating smile froze on his face. He looked at He Ao and burst out hysterically, "Liar, bastard, devil, you’ll go to hell, you won’t die a good death!"

He Ao stood up calmly and walked away into the distance, casually picking up a bloody gun from the ground.

For Nell, such a world was hell.

The brown-haired young man struggled to pull out his hand from underneath him, clenching a blood-covered pistol in his mangled hand. With a ferocious smile on his face, he aimed at He Ao and pulled the trigger, "Bastard, die with me."

Bang—

A crisp gunshot abruptly rang out, and the pistol fell from the brown-haired young man’s hand.

He Ao dropped the gun in his hand into the pristine snow and continued walking through the blizzard.

He did not kill the young man but only shot through his wrist.

However, the sound of gunfire drew the attention of the Blood Rats, and one after another of these large, snow-white rats swarmed around.

Screams of agony mingled with the gnawing of rodents and the sound of flesh tearing apart.

He Ao, cloaked in a windbreaker, gradually disappeared into the depths of the blizzard.

The pure white snow buried everything.