Life Game In Other World
Chapter 470: The Task Even Angels Can’t Complete (Vote for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 470: Chapter 470: The Task Even Angels Can’t Complete (Vote for Monthly Ticket)

"Okay," He Ao smiled as he looked at his daughter and nodded gently, "I’ll try, but I can’t guarantee it will work."

Roger glanced at He Ao, opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

"Hmm!"

Ennie nodded vigorously, placing the sandwich on the table and picking up yesterday’s homework book, "Dad, Uncle Roger, I’m going to do my homework."

"Go ahead."

He Ao casually picked up a sandwich and said with a smile.

Once the bedroom door closed again, Roger picked up a sandwich from the plate, paused for a moment, and spoke slowly,

"The Federal Bureau of Investigation won’t handle this matter. Currently, the Federation’s laws prohibit organ trade between different individuals, unauthorised genetic editing is illegal, but organ cloning is legal.

"Since Stars Pharma can carry out ’experiments’ on such a large scale, they have definitely filed their case with the Federation Department of Health and Human Services.

"According to the Federation Public Health Law, all human experiments must be consented to by the participants after they are informed. All ’volunteers’ sign consent and commitment forms before participating in the experiment, which, although do not detail the specific contents, indicate that it may be harmful to their health.

"Given Stars Pharma’s shrewdness, those areas not specified are sure to comply with the Federation Trade Secrets Act."

Roger took a bite of his sandwich, "Even if everything goes smoothly at first, once such a case reaches the litigation stage, it will last at least ten years in court. Regardless of the outcome, by the time ten years have passed, this project will have long been over.

"Besides, considering Stars Pharma’s ’communication’ within the Federal Bureau of Investigation, a case in such a grey area will not be filed at all, and might even implicate you in the case."

"It’s fine."

He Ao took a bite of his sandwich, "Not everyone in this world is bad."

He lifted his wristband only to realize that Eve had already disconnected.

For a moment, He Ao felt bewildered. This was the first time he had spent more than seven days on a mission in Copy World.

The authorization for Eve was linked to the device, each of which only had a seven-day lifespan.

However, Eve would remind users when time was almost up, so last night when He Ao came home, he conveniently purchased a brand new wristband.

After going to the bathroom and rebinding Eve with the new wristband, He Ao asked Eve to help him gather information on various agents from the Limen City Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Then he carefully reviewed the information, chose an agent, and sent some of the Research Institute’s data to this agent’s personal email using an anonymous encrypted email, along with a brief summary of the situation.

——

"...He, with his ordinary body, stopped a ’thug’ who was causing wanton carnage in the city, defending the peace and safety of the city, and in the process, he sacrificed his own life. This is the story of the Federation hero, Ande.

"Now, this hero is buried in Dawn City’s Dumel National Cemetery..."

The camera gradually pulled back, revealing a tranquil tombstone covered with flowers, as a tall blonde woman slowly entered the frame, laying a bouquet in front of the tombstone.

"Watching the propaganda film again?"

A light chuckle came from behind, "Our Limen City isn’t as grand as Dawn City; making a name for yourself here might be a bit difficult."

Upon hearing this voice, the young man in front of the computer immediately turned off the video, and turned around nervously, "Chief, I was just..."

"It’s okay," the balding middle-aged man patted the young man’s shoulder, "Keep it up. It’s good for young people to have the drive."

"All right."

The young man nodded stiffly, watching as the chief walked into the office.

This was Nock’s third month on the job at the Limen City Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Limen City was peaceful.

As peaceful as the wind under the setting sun, utterly still.

Over the past three months, the largest thing Nock had done was to nab a group of Wilderness Hunters involved in illegal fur smuggling.

The biggest case ever received by the Federal Bureau of Investigation was the death of a construction company owner in his own rooftop villa a few days ago.

There was still no lead on that case.

Apart from that, there seemed to be nothing else. Everything appeared to be fine.

"Caught slacking off by the Chief?" A colleague sitting beside him, eating instant noodles, leaned over for a glance and laughed, "You’re always watching those documentaries about Ande. Do you have a crush on that beautiful assistant of his who only appeared once or twice?"

"Ah?" Nock shook his head subconsciously, "No, that’s not it. I really admire Ande, I admire such a heroic figure. I’d love to meet him in person and ask why he’s so amazing."

The colleague eating instant noodles heard this, lifted his head to glance at him, and the noodles were lifted straight from the bowl.

He slurped the noodles into his mouth and mumbled, "While it’s true heroes are worthy of admiration, being a hero isn’t easy. And, you probably won’t get to meet him."

After all, how could anyone meet a dead person?

He turned back around and started busying himself with his own work.

Nock, watching his colleague turn away, was somewhat puzzled.

Just then, his bracelet vibrated once, and he received a private email.

His personal email was rarely used, with only a few friends and marketing ads ever emailing him. However, he had blocked those marketing ads, and it had been a long time since he had been in touch with his friends.

Who would be sending him an email now?

He lifted his bracelet with some curiosity and opened the email.

······One hour later······

Bang—

The door to the Chief’s office was violently pushed open, and the Chief, who was brewing milk tea, looked up dumbfounded, his shiny bald head reflecting the sunlight.

"Chief, take a look at this."

With a burst of energy, Nock dashed to the Chief’s desk, tablet in hand, startling the Chief to quickly steady the milk tea pot that was gently simmering on a side stand.

"Take it easy, take it easy."

The door pushed by Nock closed automatically, and the Chief picked up the gold-rimmed glasses beside him and put them on.

"Look at this, it’s outrageous!"

Nock’s cheeks were flushed with anger, his hands holding the tablet so tightly that it trembled slightly.

"What is it, let me have a look..."

The Chief reached out to take the tablet from Nock and started going through the contents.

As he read on, his expression gradually grew somber.

Nock saw the Chief finishing the summary and hurriedly said, "Chief, all of this is true. I’ve checked the data in the back. We need to file a case now, arrest all these people. Their actions are simply appalling, worse than beasts..."

His words lost logic in his fury.

"No rush, take a seat."

The Chief, still with a stern look, continued to read the documents on the tablet and casually pointed to a chair in front of the desk.

Nock wanted to say more, but, seeing the Chief’s solemn face, he eventually held back and sat down on the chair.

After a long time, the Chief put down the tablet and looked up at him, "Where did you get these materials."

"They were provided by a concerned citizen named ’Zadi,’" Nock quickly replied, "He sent these to my personal email. He also left an anonymous email address, saying that if we start an investigation, he can offer us help."

As he spoke, he started to rise excitedly, "He must be a key figure in the case... Chief, we have to pursue this lead."

"Stay calm," the director waved his hand, signaling him to sit down, and then asked abruptly, "Have you ever thought about why he sent those documents to a private email, and to your private email at that?"

"Ah?"

Nock was taken aback.

With this question, his thoughts gradually settled.

Then he realized that there was something abnormal about this matter. The normal procedure for ’reporting to the police’ was to directly call the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s phone, even if it was an anonymous report, it would go through the official website of the FBI.

The other party was not his informant, and even if it had been an informant, such information would be sent to a specific ’work email’.

Although it was common for private emails to be leaked, why was it his?

Nock looked up at the director, somewhat puzzled, "I don’t know."

"You are the youngest and most enthusiastic detective in our Limen City sub-bureau,"

The director did not blame or scold Nock, but simply stated.

Nock was stunned, he seemed to understand something, yet at the same time, he understood nothing.

At this moment, the director didn’t continue on this topic, but turned on his personal computer and continued, "The ’Research Institute’ mentioned in your information had a fire last night. Most areas of the entire institute were burned down, and several staff members have gone missing."

The director paused, then continued, "Among these missing personnel, there was a person named Zadi, who was the head of security at the institute, and he had access to some areas of the institute where the fire occurred yesterday."

"I..."

Nock was temporarily at a loss for words, suddenly realizing that this matter was not as simple as it seemed; he felt as if he had stepped into a vast whirlpool.

The underlying message in the director’s words was clear, this ’Zadi’ was very likely to be the culprit or one of the culprits of last night’s fire at the Research Institute.

However, he quickly came to his senses and looked at the director, "If his position in the Research Institute was so high, doesn’t that prove that these documents are even more credible? Whether or not he is the arsonist is uncertain, but the evidence of the institute’s ’illegal criminal activities’ is right before our eyes."

"This is not necessarily illegal or criminal..."

The director fell silent, the bright sunlight streamed through the window, reflecting off his glasses with a faint glow, obscuring his expression, "I need to consult with my superiors about this. You can go back to your work station for now."

"I!"

Nock was taken aback; he had not anticipated such an outcome before coming here. He raised his hands, wanting to say something, but not knowing what to say.

"Just go back," the door of the office slowly opened as the director leaned back in his office chair and picked up the desk phone, "Don’t talk about this matter with anyone else for now."

At this moment, other detectives were already casting curious glances inside.

Nock was silent for a moment, then slowly got up, "Okay."

----

After sending the email, He Ao returned to the coffee table to continue reviewing the remaining documents with Roger.

The most important function of the Research Institute was ’organ cultivation,’ and the second most important was to complete the final step in concocting the ’Life Elixir.’

"Soul,"

Roger said slowly,

"The final and most crucial step in concocting the Life Elixir is to incorporate a soul. They would fuse the extracted ’soul’ into the Life Elixir at a certain ratio, then introduce it into a ’volunteer’s’ body for nurturing. During this nurturing process, the volunteer’s life would also be consumed. Once the nurturing is complete, it yields a finished Life Elixir."

He Ao: ...

These people really do everything but good deeds.

And in some sense, they ’abide by the law.’

Why does this character setting seem so familiar?

Roger then shared some analysis results of the Research Institute’s data, and after exchanging thoughts about the Research Institute, Reid, and the Fountain of Youth, He Ao picked up the summary sheet he had prepared once again.

The last point on this manuscript paper is "Reid’s Miscellany."

It was a summary He Ao compiled from annotations Reid had made on various documents, as well as some phrases written in certain documents.

The majority of the information was derived from what seemed to be a "journal" file, which didn’t contain specific dates, mostly chaotic sentences strung together like an article in code.

Yet, He Ao had still read through it all with earnest.

Although the journal did not specify an owner, the content suggested that it most likely belonged to Reid, and it depicted a gradual distortion of Reid’s mental state.

The early journal entries contained coherent paragraphs and events, but later, they had all turned into unintelligible, obsessive phrases.

For example, in the last few pages of the journal, Reid would repeat every few sentences, "Everyone shall obtain eternal life," without any logic or preamble, just inserted into the text.

Apart from this sentence, He Ao still gleaned quite a bit of useful information.

For instance, regarding the whereabouts of the Life Elixir in the safe, in the third-to-last journal entry, Reid wrote, "The Doctor took away all the potions."

Given the Research Institute’s production rate of Life Elixir, and how few there were in the fridge, this event must have happened not long ago.

Beyond that, He Ao learned a clue about the specific location of the Fountain of Youth. Reid had noted in his journal the place where he met the Doctor, "Next to the Source of Life, Heaven is close."

The Source of Life must be the Fountain of Youth.

And Heaven being close might mean somewhere high up.

Apart from these two pieces of information, He Ao obtained another about "Stars Pharma Mercenary Corps."

In a certain document, Reid mentioned that Stars Pharma Mercenary Corps had a stationed troop outside the city, led by a B-level commander and possessing at least twenty Strengthening Potions.

"What?"

The moment he heard this news, Roger nearly stood up from the couch, "You’re telling me that in this city where even the City Defense Army commanders are only C-level, Stars Pharma has sent a Mercenary Troop led by a B-level? What are they planning to do? Our city’s armed forces wouldn’t be enough to contend with them."

He Ao did not speak but shifted his gaze to the manuscript paper on the table.

Looking at the manuscript papers, Roger fell silent.

’Trading life’ represents a ’new market’ that no one has ever ventured into before, an uncharted blue ocean.

If Stars Pharma could truly accomplish this, wholly capturing the market, they would acquire a massive growth opportunity.

Such colossal interest would be enough to sway the board of directors at Stars Pharma.

"What’s your plan?"

Roger turned his head toward He Ao.

They were now facing not just the power of Stars Pharma in the city but also a regimented corps commanded by a B-level, stationed outside the city; a corps that would surely not remain indifferent if trouble arose within the city.

And through their recent conversation, Roger had learned from He Ao that Reid had mutated into a monster close to B-level; since Reid, this "Monster," was nearly B-level, the lead ’Doctor’ was likely at least B-level as well.

This meant He Ao would have to face two B-level opponents simultaneoulsy, and the majority of the city’s powers would surely side with Stars Pharma.

Even if He Ao wished to seek help, there would be nowhere to turn, as the city had no B-level powerhouses.

And He Ao’s own ability was merely C-level; no matter how strong a C-level, it was still just C-level, and even with Roger, they were only two C-levels.

He Ao looked up, gazing out the window at the bright sunlight shining on this lonely city.

In fact, there was a third difficulty he faced: the Fountain of Youth.

His mission was to investigate and destroy the Fountain of Youth. Nine hundred years ago, the "Angel" who had killed the "Stonemason" had already tried to destroy the Fountain of Youth once.

And yet, the Fountain of Youth still existed in this world.

It was a task not even an Angel could "complete."