Life Game In Other World
Chapter 374: Traitor (Double-Length - Please Subscribe, Bookmark, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 374: Chapter 374: Traitor (Double-Length Chapter Please Subscribe, Bookmark, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

The group made their way towards the depths of the church.

He Ao lifted his head and looked at the core members of the Miners’ Mutual Aid Association brought by the Old Foreman, six people in total.

He Ao, Yvo, the Old Foreman, a middle-aged man, a skinny young man, and a plain-looking middle-aged woman.

In the end, the Old Foreman chose these few to meet Elijah with him.

As He Ao had expected, the Old Foreman also called him.

Theoretically speaking, He Ao wasn’t a member of the Miners’ Mutual Aid Association at the moment.

He Ao always felt that the Old Foreman seemed to particularly like him, but he didn’t know if it was because he had saved a team from the Miners’ Mutual Aid Association the night before or some other reason.

Yvo thought it was only natural for the Old Foreman to include He Ao, and the middle-aged man also thought it should be so.

The young man and the middle-aged woman, however, seemed a bit surprised.

But before the Old Foreman could introduce him, the middle-aged man immediately told the young man and the middle-aged woman about He Ao’s heroic actions from the night before.

Suddenly, the way the two looked at He Ao changed.

In response, He Ao just looked up, nodding with a smile at the two.

Everyone still introduced themselves to each other.

He Ao learned that the middle-aged man was named Watson, the young man was Yates, and the middle-aged woman was Daya.

After the introductions, He Ao fell silent once again.

The church was not large, and no matter where in the church Elijah was, it wouldn’t take long to walk to her.

And the Old Foreman certainly wouldn’t let a traitor see Elijah, so identifying the traitor had to be done on this short journey.

He Ao glanced at the people around him.

Brother Yvo wouldn’t be the traitor.

It was also unlikely for the middle-aged man to be the traitor, as he wouldn’t have needed to risk his life to save He Ao last night,

Of course, it was also possible that he took the risk to gain He Ao’s trust, but that was unnecessary. He Ao was just a newcomer; the middle-aged man didn’t really know him, and since He Ao was already in a dire situation, it’s unlikely that the middle-aged man would invest so much in a stranger if he were the traitor.

So the traitor had to be one of the remaining two people—Yates, the young man, or Daya, the middle-aged woman.

One out of two.

Looking at their faces, something didn’t seem right, and he squinted, activating Super Memory.

"Why didn’t Ellen come today?"

The Old Foreman, who was walking in front, suddenly asked.

"I came this morning and wanted to talk to you," the young man glanced at He Ao, pondered for a moment, and then said softly, "I saw Ellen interacting with someone from the city hall before, he might have betrayed the Association."

"Hmm."

The Old Foreman nodded slightly; he turned to look at the middle-aged woman beside him, "Daya, I heard your son was admitted to a private school run by the Mining Consortium."

The middle-aged woman’s complexion stiffened. She wasn’t foolish; when she saw the wounded in the church that morning, she realized something was wrong, and a bead of cold sweat emerged on her forehead.

There were many women in the Miners’ Mutual Aid Association who joined seeking revenge for family members killed by the Mining Consortium, and Daya was among the most outstanding. She only had a middle school education, yet she had become a core figure of the Association through her wit.

She paused briefly, then spoke in a calm voice, "Old Foreman, you know that after I joined the Association, I might as well have been dead. My child is being raised by my sister, and I haven’t seen him in a long time."

She paused again, "I feel that one aspect of our plan was accomplished too easily. We managed to steal the powerful Hell Apostle Mechs from under the Mining Consortium’s tight security without much difficulty. Looking at it now, those Hell Apostle Mechs might have been deliberately let go by the other side.

"And the person who gave us this information was Ellen."

"Old Foreman, Ellen didn’t come today; I think he might be..."

The young man glanced at the Old Foreman, his mouth slightly agape, but he did not say the rest of his words.

"What are you talking about? Ellen once sacrificed his hand to save the brothers from the Mutual Aid Association."

Yvo, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke out loudly, now seeming to come to his senses.

"Aside from a few of us involved in planning, there was also a young man named Ellen; he and your brother joined the Mutual Aid Association around the same time, and they were close," explained Watson, a middle-aged man, in a low voice to He Ao. Then he sighed, "I trust Ellen, but I don’t know why he’s not here today."

"Yvo, can’t you put aside personal feelings? Don’t you know people can change?"

The young man looked at Yvo with some anger.

"Yvo, sometimes you do need to calm down and think things through."

The middle-aged woman also looked at Yvo, speaking softly, "However, we really shouldn’t speculate about Ellen without good reason."

She then turned to the Old Foreman, "If it weren’t for young brother Nell this time, all of our hard-fought elite forces would have been lost. That despicable traitor who should go to hell is truly loathsome."

As she spoke, she raised her hand, "I request that myself, Yates, and anyone else who’s suspected are detained for a thorough investigation until we clear our names."

"You crazy old hag, don’t bite me!"

The young man, Yates, suddenly leapt up, "I’m clean in my actions, and it’s plain for the entire Mutual Aid Association to see. The Old Foreman saved my life,"

Then he swiftly lifted his clothes, revealing the fierce scars that almost covered his chest, "I’ve lived an upright life. Back when we were on a mission together, I risked my life to save you and your lackeys. And now you come accusing me?"

"Calm down, calm down."

Watson hurried over to play peacemaker.

"Old Foreman, just say the word. If you also think I’m a traitor, then take me away. My life was given by you, and now I’m giving it back,"

As he spoke, the young man drew a dagger from his waist, "One must live with a clear conscience. I didn’t do it, and I won’t be treated as a suspect. I could die to prove my innocence."

"Don’t be rash!"

Watson was startled and quickly reached for the young man’s hand.

But the young man was quicker; he had already plunged the dagger into his side, and bright red blood flowed out. He looked at Watson with bloodshot eyes,

"Watson, don’t pretend to be the good guy here. Your brother just bought a ten-million-dollar house in the city center last month. With your family’s history as miners, could he afford such an expensive house?"

Watson’s face froze.

This sudden twist left even the somewhat hot-tempered Yvo dumbfounded.

He Ao swept a glance over everyone’s faces; the young man’s rash actions did not seem to surprise him, as this appeared to be in line with the man’s character.

He looked around; this was the place with the most guards standing watch, and people were continuously gathering around.

It seemed that the Old Foreman had prepared to ask his questions here for a reason.

At this moment, the situation seemed to reach its most chaotic. The young man and the middle-aged woman were trying to prove their innocence by offering to step back, and Watson, who initially went in to break up the fight, was also getting dragged into muddy waters.

The Old Foreman glanced at the ’Sentinels’ who were gathering around, then at the three embroiled in the chaos, he sighed deeply and spoke in a gentle tone, "Ellen was tasked by me to make contact with the Mining Consortium. His absence today means he’s been exposed,"

He glanced at the others, "He once told me that his secret had been discovered, and that he had caught the person responsible. That person is..."

In that instant.

Daya, the middle-aged woman, suddenly drew a handgun and bellowed, "Everyone step back! Whoever doesn’t will be killed by me."

All eyes were drawn to the middle-aged woman.

At that moment, He Ao took a step forward, stretching out two fingers.

Bang—

The dagger, reflecting the cold light, was effortlessly caught between two fingers, as the thin face looked up, filled with shock, at He Ao.

At this moment, He Ao stood calmly behind the Old Foreman, watching the man with blood on his abdomen, wielding a sharp knife.

Had his actions been a little delayed, that sharp knife would have pierced the Old Foreman’s heart.

"Assassin?"

He Ao looked at the young face of the assailant who let the middle-aged woman attract attention. He engaged the Assassin’s ’Stealth’ to reduce his presence and deliver a fatal blow.

The guy’s plan was perfect, had He Ao not been there, he would have succeeded.

At this time, the Old Foreman also realized what was happening and looked at the young man behind him in shock, "Yates, it’s actually you."

Yates was momentarily stunned before he recovered and said bitterly, "Old Geezer, you tricked me."

"Yates, how could you? When did you become a Transcendent?"

The Old Foreman’s brows drooped, showing no sign of his emotions.

"Old Geezer, when I took that knife for you guys, I nearly died and took a stroll at Heaven’s gate. Suddenly, it all made sense. All this talk of revenge, of fighting oppression, what’s that compared to my own life, to living freely and splendidly?

"Now I’m a Transcendent, living in luxury, with women I can’t sleep enough with and money I can’t count."

Yates spit out in disgust,

"Why are you lot still in the same wretched state after ten years?

"Isn’t it because what you’re doing is inherently unreasonable? Working with you brings no benefits. One careless move and you could die. Who the hell would help you?

"Since you’re so keen on throwing your lives away, better to offer them to me as a ladder to wealth and honor."

His words made everyone around him look uneasy,

"That kid Ellen was truly your dog. I advised him to see the light and defect, but he refused even in the face of death.

"When I told him he was delivering false information for you, he still tried to crawl over with broken limbs to warn you. Honestly, I’ve never seen anyone so stupid."

He scoffed, turning his burning gaze towards He Ao’s calm face, "You started moving the moment I made my move. You guessed it, didn’t you? How did you guess?"

He knew He Ao was formidable, which was why he kept an eye on him. The moment he made his move, He Ao had already stepped forward. However, he thought his own step towards the middle-aged woman had fooled He Ao.

But then, He Ao’s step shifted, and he appeared instantly before him.

All this happened in the blink of an eye, too fast for him to react. Now that he did, he realized He Ao had spotted him right from the start, playing him for a fool.

But the fact that He Ao moved almost simultaneously meant he might have known long ago that Yates was the traitor.

The Old Foreman might have guessed it, but to think He Ao, the newcomer, could suspect him was beyond his comprehension.

"Your acting skills are too poor."

He Ao shrugged nonchalantly.

Yates’s face stiffened, and he drew another dagger from his waist fiercely, "I want to see if you’re as great as the rumors say."

He Ao looked at him, reached for his waist, drew his sword, swung his sword, sheathed his sword.

All the onlookers saw was a flash of red sword light pass across the sky, so fast it left no trace.

The young man Yates froze, looking at He Ao in disbelief. A slash had crossed his side, splitting his body diagonally in two, and he collapsed to the ground.

In fact, He Ao was a bit bewildered.

"Testing" his level was one thing with a C-level, he might take it seriously, but this guy was just a D-level Assassin, truly deluded on who gave him the courage.

At that moment, the middle-aged woman was also overrun and restrained by the people around her, struggling frantically.

He Ao looked up at her, activated Super Memory, used Mental Disturbance to shatter the purple shadow attached to her soul, she went limp and collapsed to the ground.

There was nothing wrong with the middle-aged woman herself but was controlled by some special ability.

"This guy died too easily."

Yvo came over, cursing and kicked the body on the ground.

The Old Foreman stood by, silent.

"He’s not dead."

He Ao shook his head, crouched down, and pinched Yates’s cheek, pulling off a thick layer of mud-like substance, revealing the true face of the corpse, which belonged to a man resembling Yates.

The man’s complexion was rigid; he must have been dead for some time.

He Ao then rummaged through the man’s body and found an empty blood bag that had been drained.

Yates must have killed an ’Assassin’ who looked like him, taken control of his body, and then found a skilled makeup artist to disguise the corpse in his own image.

That makeup artist must also have been a Transcendent, as He Ao had encountered one before who could roughly change the appearance of others.

The blood bag was something he had prepared in advance to prove his ’living’ identity at a critical moment.

However, such ’disguises’ aren’t complete transformations, so there were still flaws, which was why He Ao felt something was off just now.

Under the scrutiny of Super Memory, such flaws became exceptionally obvious.

There should be the ability to control corpses among the Transcendents, and He Ao had met Tomb Guardians who could manipulate corpses; he even obtained a Puppet Crystal Ball from one that could turn people directly into puppets.

The sudden madness of the middle-aged woman must also have been a kind of Transcendent power, but it was unclear whether it came from Yates himself or some kind of Transcendent prop.

However, such control was also easily detected by Super Memory.

Of course, there was another possibility, that someone else had controlled the corpse and masqueraded as Yates.

But He Ao tended to believe that the mastermind behind the scenes was Yates himself; it’s difficult to impersonate someone without their memories, especially not to raise suspicions among close acquaintances.

In this regard, He Ao had profound experience.

And before someone as astute as the Old Foreman.

Nobody expected this situation, where Yates had become a Transcendent, and apparently one of those sinister types that could manipulate corpses.

To avoid exposure and capture, he had even killed others to use as substitutes.

For a moment, everyone fell silent.

"If this man isn’t Yates, then where is Yates?"

Yvo voiced the question lingering in everyone’s minds.

"Then it might be the worst-case scenario,"

He Ao sighed.

"Brother, don’t talk like that," Yvo scratched his head, "you make it sound like we’re not born of the same mother."

His comment caught the thoughts of everyone around, significantly breaking the previously grim atmosphere.

The intelligence gap between these two brothers seemed indeed rather large...

This thought crossed everyone’s mind for a moment.

"Maybe mom ate better when she was pregnant with me," He Ao shrugged his shoulders, "give it up, big bro. Some things, if you’re not born with them, you’ll never get."

"How can you talk to your brother like that?"

Yvo came up trying to pull He Ao’s face in his familiar manner but He Ao quickly caught his hand.

The brothers’ banter lightened the previously tense atmosphere a bit.

It was at this moment that the Old Foreman’s smart wristband vibrated, and he looked down at it, his expression darkening.