Life Game In Other World
Chapter 498: Quite Good-Looking (Long - , Request for Monthly Pass)

Chapter 498: Chapter 498: Quite Good-Looking (Long Chapter, Request for Monthly Pass)

"Today, I’m here to kill this Old Geezer; if any of you want to step up, come at me all at once."

In the empty courtyard stood a burly man with brown hair, shouting loudly.

In front of this muscular man lay a group of young people in gray practice clothes, scattered across the ground.

Blood was present on the corners of their mouths to varying degrees, and their faces displayed fear and surprise as they watched the burly man.

Behind these youths was a middle-aged man with the appearance of someone from Central Earth, lying on the ground and appearing to be in his fifties.

His body was covered in bloodstains. He struggled to breathe, trying to lift himself off the ground, but after several attempts, he continued to fail.

Behind him were some youths cowering in the corner.

They clearly were terrified by the scene, with fear filling their eyes.

"Old Geezer, weren’t your Central Earth martial techniques supposed to be extraordinary?"

The burly man sneered and kicked a youth lying beside him away.

The young man was sent flying and crashed into the elderly man.

The elderly man quickly reached out, grabbed the flying youth, and prevented him from hitting the wall.

But in doing so, he was dragged out with the youth and hit the wall solidly.

Accompanied by a dull thud.

Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"Master."

The young man struggled to get up, asking with concern.

"I’m fine."

The elderly man shook his head and wiped the blood from his mouth.

He looked up at the burly man, "Alerio, when you came to challenge my hall and were defeated by me, I didn’t hurt you in the slightest. Why do you have to be so ruthless?"

"Have I been ruthless?"

Alerio laughed, kicked another nearby youth, and sent him tumbling away. "I’m just here to prove that you are a failure, your disciples are all failures, your Central Earth martial techniques are all failures, everything you have is trash."

He walked towards the elderly man step by step. "I’m going to kill you, then kill a few of your beloved disciples, and display your heads in front of my martial arts hall to wash away my previous humiliation."

He casually picked up a stone from the ground and crushed it. "Look, it’s because your skills are inferior, and you can’t beat me. Isn’t this enough to prove that you’re all trash?"

"Alerio, I don’t know where your strength comes from, but you must think clearly. Whatever secret method you’ve used to gain sudden power, there are consequences to bear," the elderly man said hoarsely.

Meanwhile, lying on the ground behind Alerio, a young man stealthily pulled out a cell phone.

The next second, a hand covered his field of vision and then forcefully grabbed the cell phone from his hand.

Alerio smiled as he looked around, crushed the phone, and with glass fragments slipping through his fingertips, he whispered with a light chuckle,

"If I catch any of you trying to do something sneaky by calling the constabulary again, I’ll crush their skulls just like this."

His voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of madness.

The youths on the ground were overpowered by his aura and didn’t dare to move.

"You see," he scoffed, "You have no objection to being called trash, do you?"

He turned his face toward the youth closest to him; his forehead almost touching the young man’s,

"I’m about to kill you, do you dare to make a sound?"

His smile grew broader as he looked at the silent courtyard, "Do any of you dare to make a sound?"

He kicked another young man at his feet, flying him out. This time, he did not aim at the elderly but toward the iron gate of the courtyard.

Accompanied by a loud bang, the tightly closed iron gate was violently knocked open.

He sneered, "Who else?!"

Drip—

The piercing alarm sound came from behind him.

"Battery low, please recharge."

He whipped around only to see a Central Earth teenager dressed in simple clothes with a black backpack, looking somewhat bewildered at the scene in the courtyard while holding a cellphone.

"Another one not afraid of death,"

He leaped high into the air, crossing over ten meters in a single bound and landing near the entrance.

"Stop, that’s not the one!"

The Old Geezer leaning against the courtyard wall hurriedly shouted.

However, at this moment, Alerio had already reached the door, grinning wickedly at the boy, "Then I’ll start by twisting your neck off!"

He waved his hand to grasp, and as he grabbed, a violent whistling sound of fingertips slicing through the air echoed.

He Ao looked blankly at the man for a moment.

He was just here to ask for directions.

Although bewildered, his reaction was not slow.

This man was obviously going for the kill.

His empty left hand reached into his pocket and pulled out the black pistol, which he jerked upward, pressed down, and then jerked upward again.

The slide, under the force of inertia, dislocated from the frame and then reset, chambering a bullet.

The entire process occurred in the blink of an eye, so fast that the man failed to see his movements. Then, He Ao lifted the pistol, aiming it directly at the man’s forehead.

Sir, times have changed.

Bang—

Bright red blood sprayed out from the back of the man’s head.

The weakening man toppled forward, while He Ao took the opportunity to dodge to one side.

Following a muffled thud, the man’s corpse fell to the ground.

The entire courtyard fell instantly silent, quiet enough to hear the difficult breathing of the injured people.

He Ao had deliberately obscured the action of chambering the round with one hand, so to most onlookers, it appeared that the youthful-looking Student simply lifted the gun nervously and then ’bang’ - the aggressive man’s head exploded.

Even so, this contrast was enough to shock everyone present.

After all, the boy with the backpack looked like a good kid who wouldn’t cause trouble and abided by the law.

It took a while for the Elderly leaning against the wall to recover, and he had a disciple bring He Ao inside.

"Hello, I just came to ask for directions."

He Ao looked at the Elderly with some restraint holding the pistol that had killed the man, while people around him moved to the side, and the injured on the ground watched him tensely, "Could you please tell me how to get to Chengde Martial Arts Hall?"

He spoke in the Central Earth language.

"This is Chengde Martial Arts Hall."

The Elderly, with difficulty, got up with the assistance of a disciple, coughed while covering his mouth, then glanced at the fresh blood on his hand, raised his head to take a careful look at He Ao, and then at the pistol in He Ao’s hand.

He seemed to realize something and asked softly, "Are you Ye Cheng’s nephew?"

Ye Cheng was an alias of Li Le, a name he randomly picked from the protagonist of a novel.

"Hmm," He Ao nodded, "Are you Uncle Hong Long?"

Then he hesitated for a moment, "You’re older than I imagined."

"Hahaha," Upon hearing this, Hong Long laughed, "Ye Cheng and I are friends despite the age difference. I only came to the Western Lands in my middle years."

He gestured to his disciples who could still move to contact vehicles and the hospital to send the injured disciples lying on the ground, then turned back to look at He Ao, "I’m sorry, there was a bit of an incident in the hall today, it must have startled you."

"It’s nothing, it’s nothing."

He Ao, with the gun in his hand, waved it, causing the people nearby to back away two steps. He glanced at the blood on Hong Long’s body and cautiously asked, "How about your injury?"

"Just a superficial wound," Hong Long said with a laugh, shaking his head, "My disciple has already contacted a doctor from a nearby hospital. An ambulance will be here soon, it’s all right."

Then, he looked at the gun in He Ao’s hands, "That gun?"

"Oh, oh," as if he had just remembered, He Ao first turned on the safety, ejected the magazine, and cleared the chamber. His movements were not smooth but also not unfamiliar,

"This was given to me by Uncle Li Le. He said they don’t really check for this stuff around here, and that it could be used for self-defense. I often play some shooting games, so I know how to use guns a bit."

Hong Long nodded with a smile, not commenting further.

He invited He Ao into the inner room.

In the hall of the inner room hung a plaque with ’Chengde Martial Arts Hall’ written on it, penned in three languages. The top was in Central Earth script, followed by Tia script, and the bottom line He Ao did not recognize, which should be the native language of the Rodan Republic.

"Uncle Hong Long, why is the sign hung so deep inside?"

He Ao looked around quietly and asked.

"People here are not too friendly towards us from Central Earth," Hong Long said as he was helped into a chair,

"Especially those who teach local combat styles believe we came here to steal their livelihoods. They often come to challenge us, trying to disrupt our business and drive us away. So, right now we aren’t officially doing business, just relying on friends to refer some students.

"However, those newly recruited students, the ones Alerio encountered today when he arrived, I sent away. Now left in the courtyard are disciples who have followed me for many years, some who have come from other countries."

As he spoke, there was a hint of sigh in his voice.

Despite the distress over his disciples’ injuries, he also felt bad about the negative impact of the frequent challenges.

The seriousness of today’s bloody incident might scare off the students who had signed up, fearing to come again.

"But looking on the bright side," Hong Long smiled, "once we establish our reputation, business will be good."

Then he sighed again, "In the past when they came to challenge us, they always stopped short of hurting people and didn’t go for lethal moves, nor did I ever go for lethal moves against them..."

After all, times have changed; it’s not an era where one kills at whim. Even though the Rodan Republic has seen constant turmoil recently, there is still a basic order.

Hearing this, He Ao fell into brief contemplation.

The man he had killed just now was clearly a Transcendent, and a newly awakened one at that.

But something was off about the man; he obviously had not controlled his own power and was showing signs of madness.

From the material He Ao had observed at the Research Institute, newly awakened Transcendents in the main world usually have a stable condition. They’re not like those in the Copy World, where the risk of losing control begins with the first step on the path of transcendence.

Something was shifting in this world.

On his way here, Yang De had sent He Ao some information about the locations where the ruin portals were opening.

Among them, it was mentioned that near the locations where the ruin passages would soon open, the concentration of Transcendent energy was higher than the outside world, making it more likely for Transcendents to awaken and for strangeness to emerge there.

It seemed as though the power of the ruins was leaking through these portals.

Therefore, the concentration of Transcendent energy in Eren city must be higher than the outside world.

But as the concentration of Transcendent energy across the whole world increases, Eren city at this moment may well be a glimpse of the main world’s future.

He Ao looked up and continued to discuss other matters with Hong Long, who also told him where the room arranged for him was located.

During the interlude of He Ao’s conversation with Hong Long, the ambulance and the gendarmes arrived as well.

The Rodan Republic did not have police during the Era of Kingdoms; the position was only added after the Republic was established to handle civic management and traffic duties. Serious cases were mostly investigated and maintained by the gendarmes.

After the gendarmerie arrived, they first inquired about He Ao, Hong Long, as well as the condition of the disciples present, and with the testimony of many, they proved that Alerio had indeed acted with the intention of causing harm.

Then, Hong Long took the leader of the gendarmes aside for a private chat.

Afterward, the gendarme leader, whose pockets were now bulging, walked back.

All these gendarmes spoke Tia’s language. After this ’private chat,’ their attitude changed significantly. They even chatted with He Ao for a while as they packed up.

During the conversation with the gendarmes, He Ao learned that Alerio himself had no background. He only had a little martial arts hall with hardly any business, doing odd jobs and running errands, which basically summed up to being an underworld thug.

He was often employed by larger martial arts halls to take on challenges of kicking other halls or smashing up places and collecting protection money.

The gendarmes were also very familiar with Alerio. After he was beaten and sent packing by Hong Long last time, the nearby martial arts halls thought he was no good and stopped hiring him. It was said that he didn’t even receive his full payment.

He didn’t dare to get angry at the big martial arts halls, so he could only harbor resentment towards Hong Long, which led to today’s incident.

In the end, the gendarmes issued a verbal warning to He Ao, asking him to find time to apply for a gun permit, and then they carried away Alerio’s body.

The injured in the courtyard were mostly taken away, and even Hong Long got onto an ambulance.

"I’m going to be hospitalized for a while, so I’m going to bother you with looking after the martial arts hall," said Hong Long softly from the ambulance. "Given what’s happened, there probably won’t be much going on at the hall for a while, just watch out for petty thieves in the area, and sorry for the trouble."

Most of Hong Long’s disciples who could fight were injured, leaving behind some workers employed by the martial arts hall and some disciples with lesser skills who hadn’t joined the fight. All these disciples lived nearby and would go home at night.

"No worries," He Ao shook his head. "I was planning to stay here anyway. I apologize for all the money you’ve spent on me."

"Don’t mention it," Hong Long hurriedly replied. "Without you, we all might have died here today."

After a bit of polite conversation, the ambulance drove away slowly.

The courtyard fell silent once again.

He Ao knew that Hong Long probably guessed his possible identity, so he had been covering for him all along.

After all, Hong Long had figured out Li Le’s identity, and from there, it wasn’t hard to connect the dots.

But since Hong Long hadn’t entered the Transcendent world, he probably didn’t know about the existence of the Research Institute, so he likely thought they were from some special department.

But He Ao hadn’t intended to keep it a secret in the first place. Being here, he always needed someone well-acquainted with the local situation to cooperate.

For instance, he couldn’t have had the ’private chat’ himself; the local gendarmes weren’t familiar with him and wouldn’t casually ’chat’ with him.

The remaining disciples began to clean up, wiping away the bloodstains as Hong Long had instructed.

He Ao walked into the house, preparing to check out the room that Hong Long had prepared for him.

At this moment, a disciple hurried in, his voice trembling as he called out to He Ao several times.

He rattled off something, but He Ao didn’t understand a word.

"Hm?"

He Ao turned around, took out his phone, and opened the translation app, "Speak slowly."

"Young master, someone’s here to challenge the hall again!!!" The disciple’s voice trembled, seemingly a bit afraid of He Ao.

"Hm?"

He Ao was stunned, this was never-ending, wasn’t it?

He asked softly, "What do they look like?"

Considering the question, the disciple quickly responded,

"Pretty good-looking."

He Ao: ?