Life Game In Other World
Chapter 486: It Shouldn’t Be Like This (Long - Asking for Monthly Passes)

Chapter 486: Chapter 486: It Shouldn’t Be Like This (Long Chapter Asking for Monthly Passes)

He Ao casually bisected the monster rushing towards the elevator, the slowly closing elevator doors conceal his face.

The elevator was not shut down, and floor after floor lit up one by one.

The elevator ascended at an abnormally fast pace and, just when it was about to reach the top floor, gradually slowed down.

Ding—

At the moment the elevator came to a stop, the doors opened, allowing a thin layer of fog that reached He Ao’s calves to spread into the elevator.

He Ao stepped out of the elevator, a spacious garden that seemed to be among the clouds appeared before his eyes.

Verdant low bushes, flowers in full bloom, a twisting path made of scattered stones stretched deep into the garden.

And this whole garden, bathed in a mist that barely covered the ground.

He Ao removed the makeshift mask from his face and followed the path deeper inside.

His lab coat and overcoat were both damaged in the recent battle, red and white blood smeared all over him.

He walked slowly, step by step, towards the deeper part of the garden.

The garden was filled with various flowers, red, yellow, white, blue, purple, orange, green, indigo; their delicate petals fully open, radiating tender beauty.

A bright red peony stretched out from the flower bed, blocking the middle of the path; its petals swayed in the breeze, like a dancing maiden swirling among the clouds.

But it was not the season for peonies to bloom.

He Ao fixed his gaze on this swaying flower, his eyes resting on the tiny bit of a finger joint still left in the bud.

A flash of silver, and the flower was severed from the stem, falling to the ground.

The originally vibrant flower wilted swiftly as it fell, leaving behind only the scattered petals of decay.

As if returning the life that didn’t belong to it.

The protruding stem retracted back into the flower bed like an electrocuted arm, disappearing among the flora.

The evening breeze stirred up the fog on the ground, causing the colorful flowers to sway.

He Ao did not pay attention to these trembling flowers, instead, he kept walking steadily further into the garden.

The sound of rippling water reached his ears; ahead seemed to be at the center of the garden, a small pond filled with a white liquid emerged in his sight.

Next to the pond was a small hill constructed of stones, with pure white spring water slowly seeping through the crevices of the hill into the pond below.

"The night sky is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?"

A figure clad in a woolen coat stood by the pond, lifting his head before turning to look at He Ao with a smile.

Under the moonlight, he looked gentle and composed.

He Ao too glanced up at the sky.

This was the closest place to the sky in the city, where the encroaching fog and the flashy city lights did not obscure the view, allowing one to still see the dazzling stars and the majestic moon.

"Should I call you ’Doctor,’ or," He Ao shifted his gaze back to the figure before him, "Mr. Janos?"

"A name is just a code,"

Janos revealed a smile, carrying an air of one who had practiced medicine for years and cultivated a scholarly demeanor. He picked up a decanter filled with red wine from a nearby stone table, gently swirled it, and looked towards He Ao, "Would you like a drink?"

He Ao glanced at him and sat down openly.

He waved his hand, driving a short sword into the cement beside him, then placed the still-burning cigarette on the edge of the table.

This stone table had two stools, and in front of each was a wine glass.

"Over the years, I’ve always kept one seat here, hoping that someday, someone would sit across from me and share this cup,"

Janos picked up the wine glass, slowly poured red wine from the decanter into it, and pushed it towards He Ao, "I used to believe that no one could come here, but reality is always unexpected."

He smiled and poured himself a glass of wine too.

Setting the glass on the table, he looked at He Ao, "May I borrow your knife?"

He Ao slapped the black dagger onto the table, passing it to him.

Janos took the dagger, extended a finger, and sharply cut his fingertip.

Bright red blood flowed from his fingertip, dropping into the wine glass, creating ripples that blended with the fiery liquid.

He placed the dagger back where it was, lifted his glass, and made an inviting gesture towards He Ao.

Then he brought his glass to his lips, sipping the red wine gently.

The other was demonstrating that there was nothing wrong with the wine.

He Ao watched his actions calmly, also lifted his glass, and brought it to his lips.

He stood up.

The position of this table was the best vantage point of the entire Stars Pharma Building, from where one could have a panoramic view of the city’s nightscape.

At this moment, the neon lights of the city were still sparkling, hidden behind hazy fog, showing blurry colors.

He Ao looked around.

The cold high-altitude wind brushed both of their cheeks at the same time.

"After tonight, everyone will gain eternal life."

Janos, holding his wine glass, observed the spreading fog as if admiring a meticulously crafted artwork.

"I think," He Ao downed the red wine in his hand, "’eternal life’ that involves losing one’s self-awareness, becoming monsters controlled by higher beings, renouncing all of one’s hopes and cognition, doesn’t count as ’eternal life.’"

"Dead bodies can be made into mummies, preserved forever, even manipulated by mechanical devices to move, but I cannot accept that a mummy that has lost its self-awareness is an ’immortal person.’"

He placed the empty wine glass on the table, "Thank you for the wine, it was quite fine,"

"They will not lose their self-awareness," Janos chuckled, gazing at He Ao, "The souls of everyone in this city will merge together, and we shall become a new life, a great ’Angel.’"

This ’everyone’ naturally included He Ao.

"I think our will is not going to be the main will of this new ’Angel’; rather than integration, it’s more like we will become the nourishment for this ’Angel’ to mature,"

He Ao shrugged, "That sounds even worse than becoming a mummy."

He reached out and pulled out the shortsword stuck in the ground. Then, with a light flick of the sword tip, the cigarette butt on the table flew up and landed between his fingers.

He placed the half-burned cigarette back in his mouth.

"Actually, I have a question," Janos looked at He Ao’s cheeks, "I’ve already learned from the Federal Bureau of Investigation headquarters that Dawn City’s Federal Bureau of Investigation did not arrange any task that might be related to my plan, so are you truly just a ’retired’ Federal Bureau of Investigation agent?"

His gaze flickered with doubt, "Then why poke your nose into this matter? You were the one who killed Reid, right? What are your plans against my plan, against the Research Institute? For some kind of misguided ’sense of justice’?"

He Ao didn’t immediately reply, knowing that Janos probably meant something else.

"Do you know," Janos continued, as He Ao remained silent,

"Those ’volunteers’ were already living a life with no means of continuation. I gave them a large sum of money, ’buying’ their lives so they could survive and support their families. Without me, they might’ve starved on the streets long ago.

"I trade the lives of the poor to the rich, then extract a bit of ’life’ as compensation. The poor get money, the rich get longevity, and I get ’profit.’ Everyone is happy.

"For those poor people, they couldn’t have lived on, life was purely superfluous for them. They sold this excess life to the rich in exchange for money that could support them and their families for a while."

He looked at He Ao with a smile, saying what he truly wanted to say, "Your self-proclaimed justice may be cutting off their means of survival. After the Research Institute shuts down, they lose their source of wealth, cannot pay their rent, cannot afford food, and they’ll just die faster in the streets. You think you’re helping them, but in reality, you’re harming them."

"So, they are born poor, with nothing, burdened with huge debts?" He Ao calmly gazed at Janos’s cheek as a faint haze of smoke enveloped his face,

"Are they destined at birth to struggle, to create wealth for conglomerates and then be abandoned when they become sick and old, having all their assets drained by medical bills, becoming poor and owning nothing, and even burdened with huge debts, and ultimately selling off their own lives to extend the lives of those who control the conglomerates?"

Most of the money from selling their lives goes to pay off the debts they carry, and that money ultimately returns to the hands of the conglomerates.

All efforts and struggles can’t change the fate they’re born with. Their entire lives are spent creating wealth for the conglomerates, only to be discarded like trash, their lives wrung out and dying in some nameless alley.

He Ao picked up the bayonet on the table, "I don’t have any sense of justice, I just simply believe..."

His eyes fixed on Janos’s face as he looked at him.

At this moment, his silhouette completely matched with the thin man who graduated from a prestigious university, who had struggled alone for decades, and in utter desperation due to insurmountable debts, walked into the Research Institute,

"This Federation, this city, shouldn’t be like this."

Did Pete really not know anything at all.

He saw the thick contract, saw the high ’volunteer’ compensation fee, and realized what he was going to face.

But he had no choice.

Pete was free, he could freely choose between death and despair.

Janos also fixed his gaze on He Ao’s face, slowly revealing a smile, an uncontrollable, insane grin from within,

"You’re mad."

He looked at He Ao as if beholding a rare treasure, "I really want to see what you can bring to this world. Of course, that’s assuming you can leave here alive,"

He raised his hand, and a terrifying, twisted pressure suddenly descended upon the area, shattering the small stone table instantly, and splattering the crimson liquid in all directions.

He Ao’s body was suddenly and unexpectedly crushed to the ground by this terrifying pressure, a colossal force pressed against his back, rendering him unable to move an inch.

"Do you know why I allowed you to come up here?"

Jenos said with a composed smile, "Because you can’t change anything. In the face of angelic power, all resistance is futile."

The bracelet worn on his wrist vibrated slightly, and He Ao’s fingers that had been pried open curled up, grasping tight the hilt of his sword.

Then the veins on his arms bulged as he strained to slightly arch his body upwards against the oppressive force.

Delicate wounds from resisting the pressure tore open across his skin, oozing droplets of fresh red.

"Very spirited."

Jenos watched He Ao calmly as he took a sip of red wine, "But it’s over now."

From the nearby flower garden, a green vine stretched out, its slender tip incredibly sharp, like a sword fluttering in the air.

The sword swayed, thrusting directly towards He Ao’s heart from behind, aiming to pin him to the ground.

Jenos turned away with a hint of boredom, heading towards the edge of the garden. He seemed somewhat disappointed, disappointed at how weak He Ao was.

Standing here, he who could freely wield the power of the Fountain of Youth, was almost equivalent to the Fountain of Youth itself.

And the Fountain of Youth in a sense was an ’angel’ without an Angel Designation.

For an angel, C-level beings are like ants, weak and insignificant.

Merely sparks that can be snuffed out effortlessly.

"So when you were sacrificed by your father back then, was this the kind of pressure you faced?"

A hoarse voice came from behind him.

Jenos turned his head, looking back.

The gaunt middle-aged man had one hand behind his back, grabbing the sharp vine; fresh red blood flowed from his palm, dripping onto the pebbled ground.

His other hand supported his body with a short sword, standing up with difficulty like a hunched old man.

"No, not like you are now."

Jenos revealed a smile, lifting his hand again, and hundreds of vines emerged from the flower bed, all targeting He Ao, "I’m very curious, how did you guess my identity, how did you figure out what happened back then?"

In fact, when He Ao saw his face and didn’t show any surprise, he knew He Ao must have been sure about his identity beforehand.

But that wasn’t actually hard, as there weren’t many in Limen City who could fit the ’doctor’ profile. Moreover, He Ao had already visited his villa once and probably discovered something; thus, the chances of blindly guessing his identity were not low.

He actually didn’t care much about his identity being revealed, because after tonight, Limen City would no longer exist within the Federation, and naturally, there would no longer be a Senator of Limen City. He would have no need to worry.

However, He Ao mentioning his father made him realize that He Ao might have really found out something, so he was willing to listen to the analysis of this ’ant,’ the first to break in here after so many years.

"Actually, it’s quite simple,"

He Ao said with difficulty, propping himself up and revealing a smile, "At first, I didn’t really think about your problem. The key to all actions actually lay with your father, not you.

"Your father was smart, he resisted the temptation of immortality. He didn’t drink from the Fountain of Youth immediately upon discovering its spring."