Life Game In Other World
Chapter 500: Is This Reasonable? (Super Long - , Requesting Monthly Pass)

Chapter 500: Chapter 500: Is This Reasonable? (Super Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Pass)

It’s here?

’It,’ who is that? Some kind of monster? Or some kind of mysterious phenomenon?

The impression this sentence gives is that something was chasing the deceased.

Considering that the deceased’s soul dissipated in an unconventional way, He Ao had reason to believe that the victim was killed by some kind of ’Transcendent power.’

This was the first case related to the Transcendents that He Ao had encountered in Eren.

He didn’t know if it was because he was lucky or because such Transcendent phenomena had become very common in Eren.

If it was the latter, it wasn’t good news. The prevalence of Transcendent phenomena must be supported by a massive amount of Transcendent energy, and such potent Transcendent energy could likely attract something indescribable.

After all, not long ago, an ’Angel’ tried to descend into the main world through the Velora.

As the relics neared, those indescribable entities within the relics that had never been touched by humans started to notice the world outside the relics.

With this in mind, He Ao shrugged his shoulders, hoping he was overthinking it.

He walked a few steps forward and, estimating that he had almost vanished from the gendarmerie captain’s view, turned into a side alley along with the flow of people.

This alley was secluded, with not many people around.

He Ao took out his mobile phone, opened the map to approximate his location, and then walked toward the deeper end of the alley. He took a slight turn along it and arrived beside an old building.

The buildings in the southern part of Eren were generally not tall, mostly around six or seven stories.

The old building in front of him was also about six or seven stories high.

He Ao walked a few steps, found the building’s drainpipe, and then, gripping it tightly, pulled himself up with a gentle force.

Then he climbed up the drainpipe swiftly, and upon reaching the rooftop, he stepped on the rusty anti-theft net of a window on the seventh floor and somersaulted, landing on the rooftop.

He walked a few steps forward to the other side of the old building.

From here, he had a good view of the alley where the ’case’ happened.

Although the gendarmerie captain hadn’t said it aloud, he was wary of He Ao; after all, he had just ’killed’ Alerio.

Even though it was a clear act of self-defense and had already passed under Hong Long’s ’private chat.’

But that didn’t prevent the gendarmerie captain from classifying He Ao as a potential threat.

In such a state, if He Ao attempted to approach the crime scene directly, he would surely be obstructed by the gendarmerie captain, so he had to detour.

Now standing on the seventh floor, he was actually a bit further from the crime scene than when he had been talking to the gendarmerie captain.

But the view here was clearly better than before; looking down from above, he could see the entire alley clearly.

He Ao briefly activated his Super Memory, capturing all traces within the alley into his sight.

The victim had fallen about three or four meters from the exit, his flesh fuzzy and seemingly shattered by some terrifying force.

The surrounding ground and walls were splattered with blood, and a forensic examiner was crouched down, inspecting the body.

He Ao’s gaze followed behind the victim along the alley.

The deep alley was dimly lit, and with Super Memory, He Ao could barely make out the situation further back.

Behind the victim, there were some distinct footprints, all belonging to the same person, seemingly left by the victim himself.

Apart from the victim’s footprints, there were no other signs of life activity inside the alley.

Was the victim chased by some invisible entity?

Or did the murderer cleverly cover their tracks?

He Ao withdrew his gaze and straightened up, his movements light and almost noiseless.

Making noise and attracting the attention of the gendarmes below would be troublesome.

Just then, his eyes briefly stopped.

This rooftop had a low parapet wall. One would have to stand in front of the parapet and lean over to see the scene below.

He Ao was on one side of the parapet, his gaze fixed on a spot a meter or two away from him.

There, he saw a footprint so faint it was almost invisible to the naked eye.

The footprint was fresh, as though the person who had left it had been standing there, observing the busy gendarmes below just a few minutes before He Ao arrived.

He Ao walked over, examining the footprint, and then scanned the entire rooftop.

On this rooftop, there were only these faint footprints, with no other signs of someone having been there.

The person who once stood here seemed to have vanished ’suddenly’ without leaving any trace at all.

He Ao looked up at the sky, pensive.

He flipped over the other side and disappeared into the shadowy alleys.

...

The sun was setting in the west, and it was already five o’clock in the afternoon.

He Ao moved quickly, and before he knew it, he had already walked through much of the southern part of Eren.

On his way, he saw several places cordoned off by police tape, each with a victim who was mutilated beyond recognition.

This attack on humans with superhuman powers was not an isolated incident, but a phenomenon likely to be pervasive throughout the entire South City.

In the vicinity of these crime scenes, He Ao had seen those very shallow footprints several times.

From the perspective of criminal psychology, perpetrators often return to the scene of the crime afterward to admire their handiwork, which brings them a unique sense of achievement.

He Ao speculated that the owner of those footprints was very likely connected to this series of ’homicides’.

A person unrelated to the case wouldn’t repeatedly stand close to the crime scene, observing the scene and the gendarmerie who arrived there without leaving a trace.

Even if this person wasn’t the murderer, they must know something.

Finding this person should resolve some mysteries.

Unfortunately, aside from the footprints, that person had left no other trace of their movements.

Leaving another crime scene, He Ao’s figure descended into a dilapidated alley on a slope.

He continued down the slope, heading towards areas he had yet to explore.

This time, after only a few steps, he stopped in his tracks.

He looked to his right, where there was an abandoned courtyard with a door half open.

Through the half-open door, He Ao could see blood that had not yet dried, seemingly splattered not long ago.

He frowned, cautiously approached, and then directly climbed over the surrounding wall into the courtyard.

In the yard, there were some worn tents that appeared to have been inhabited by vagrants; the blood had splattered out from the inner room, falling at the doorway and throughout the yard.

He Ao walked past these tents and quickly headed towards the inner room.

Inside, there were two not-so-clean mattresses laid on wooden planks and straw, with an old stove beside them that had gone out.

Clearly, two vagrants had once lived here.

Judging by the not-yet-completely burned logs in the stove, these vagrants seemed to have left not long ago.

Both mattresses were now stained with fresh blood, and not far from them, in the corner of the wall, lay a mangled corpse.

The splattered blood covered the ground.

This corpse didn’t appear to belong to a human; it more closely resembled a frail stray dog. However, this dog was different from normal dogs, as a fifth paw protruded from its belly.

If this dog wasn’t born with this peculiarity, then it meant that it must have been contaminated by a superhuman power.

He Ao leaned more towards the latter.

A genetically flawed stray dog would have a hard time surviving to this size.

In a sense, this dog had already become a sort of transcendent being.

Humans, transcendent animals...

Was there a certain standard in the choice of victims?

He Ao looked down at the ground, where the bloodstains were still fresh, indicating that the dog had not been killed long ago.

However, this scene seemed different from the other human death scenes He Ao had observed; the dog did not appear to have been killed instantly but seemed to have put up a fight.

He Ao scanned the surroundings with his Super Memory.

This time, he found some messy footprints at the entrance, which extended outside the door and then abruptly disappeared.

These footprints evidently belonged to the same person as those He Ao had seen earlier.

Moreover, they were fresh, as if the person had only just left. He Ao hurriedly exited the inner room, walked to the side of the surrounding wall, and, stepping on the wall’s edge, directly climbed onto the rooftop.

Around him was desolate; not a soul in sight.

He Ao glanced at an adjacent building, several stories high, and quickly jumped over, then clung to the security bars and rapidly climbed upwards.

In a matter of seconds, he reached the top and leaped onto the roof terrace.

Standing at this highest point, he lifted his head, activated his Super Memory, and surveyed the surrounding buildings.

Whoa—

Several pitch-black crows flew across the sky, falling into the afterglow of the setting sun.

He Ao’s gaze, however, was fixed on a seven-story building not far from the courtyard he had just descended from.

On the rooftop of that building, there was another shallow footprint. From the position of that footprint, one could look straight down at the courtyard where He Ao was standing.

The moment He Ao had entered the yard, that person had been standing there, spying on him.

The other party seemed to possess some sort of power of Concealment; otherwise, it would have been unlikely for He Ao to have missed such observation.

The other party was a Transcendent, and a strong one at that.

He Ao’s gaze followed from the rooftop backward, as the power of Super Memory spread out, and a multitude of chaotic, shallow thoughts flooded his mind.

These were the thoughts of the people around him.

At the same time, he mobilized Divine Sense in his eyes.

This individual was confident. Judging by the traces of the footprints, they likely vacated that rooftop only when He Ao left the inner room.

In the span of just a few dozen seconds.

Under such circumstances, he couldn’t have gotten far.

Normally, within these twisting and winding alleys, the moment someone darts into an alleyway and blends into the crowd, they become very difficult to spot.

Moreover, he hadn’t left any traces of his movements, which made tracking him exceedingly difficult. Coupled with his ability to conceal himself, nearly no one could track him down.

This was probably where his confidence stemmed from.

Indeed, under normal circumstances, even if a common Transcendent knew he was just standing there moments ago, they would have no way to locate him.

Unfortunately for him, He Ao had Super Memory and Divine Sense.

Super Memory could conduct a wide search through instantaneous memory and comparison, while Divine Sense could detect individuals with Transcendent energies.

It was as if He Ao carried with him an ultra-precise, wide-range Transcendent search radar, which allowed him to find the flaws even in powers like Night Walk that provided both psychological and physical ’invisibility’.

As He Ao’s gaze spread out, more and more information began to coalesce in his mind.

Eventually, his gaze settled on a bustling street in the distance.

In the midst of the bustling crowd, a man dressed in black who was blending in with the crowd felt something amiss, turned his head, and looked in the direction of He Ao.

He was somewhat puzzled and somewhat incredulous, as if considering whether he had sensed something wrong or even beginning to doubt himself.

In theory, he shouldn’t have been discoverable at all.

But He Ao didn’t hesitate. He leaped up with a bound, landing on the slightly shorter building next door and pursued at high speed.

It was only then that the man realized what was happening and dashed into the crowd.

——

Flames rose in the dusk, crackling fiercely, while a rich aroma drifted down the street.

A girl with a high ponytail, wearing an apron, skillfully tossed the wok, sending the ingredients and glistening glass noodles soaring into the air before tumbling back into the wok.

Drawn by the intense aroma, more and more passersby gathered around.

"Little girl, what are you selling here? Can you eat this?"

An elderly woman with silver hair, holding a shoulder bag, came up and casually inquired.

"Stir-fried noodles," the brown-haired girl replied with a smile, her cheeks glowing red from the flames, as she spoke in fluent Rodan local language, "It’s a Central Earth street food. Would you like to try some?"

As she spoke, she poured the stir-fried noodles from the wok into a disposable plastic bowl and handed a plastic fork to a middle-aged man who had been waiting for a while.

"How much for a bowl?"

The elderly woman asked softly.

"Twenty Rodan for a large bowl, fifteen for a small one," the girl said while busy preparing the next portion, still smiling.

Rodan is the currency unit of the Rodan Republic, with an exchange rate to Central Earth Currency of roughly 1.5 Rodan for 1 Central Earth Currency.

"That’s quite expensive," the elderly woman hesitated.

The cost of living in the Rodan Republic wasn’t high.

"The ingredients and spices are all imported from Central Earth, which are not cheap by themselves," the girl explained with a smile, "The taste is definitely good."

Still hesitant, the elderly woman listened.

"Miss, is my whatever-noodles ready yet?"

A hand covered in complicated tattoos reached out from the crowd and slapped the stand’s counter with a thud; a young man with earrings and a buzz cut pushed through the crowd to the front of the stall.

His appearance cleared an area around him, leaving a vacuum of space beside him.

"Just in time."

The girl handed over a bowl of stir-fried noodles, "Here you go, that’ll be twenty."

"Twenty?"

The young man sneered, "You don’t know who I am, do you? This area’s under my protection; you’re asking me for money?"

He reached out to grab the girl’s apron, "Miss, did you get my permission to set up this stall? Have you paid the protection fee?"

"Sir, that’s twenty for a serving."

The girl withdrew her hand, pulling the stir-fried noodles back and neatly dodging the young man’s grabbing hand.

"If you won’t listen to reason, you’ll eat a fist, you damn woman."

The young man’s hand was poised on the counter, ready to vault over and hit the girl.

The girl glanced at him, set aside the noodles in her hand, spun around, grabbed his right hand with her right, pivoted with her back toward the young man, and landed a brutal elbow into his abdomen with her left hand.

The young man, who had been shouting loudly, suddenly lost his voice, his face twisting in agony.

Then the girl, following through with her motion, pulled forcefully with her right hand, crouched down slightly, and with a quick shoulder throw, sent the young man hurtling into a nearby stinking ditch.

Then she lifted her hand and placed the bowl of fried noodles into the cabinet of the street cart.

The entire motion was smooth and flowing, without a moment’s hesitation.

The young man who had been thrown into the filthy gutter shakily climbed to his feet, tried to say something, but pain robbed him of his voice. All he could muster were a few groans before he ran off in anger.

"Good job!"

Suddenly, applause erupted from the crowd.

The girl who had just finished with the fried noodles looked bewilderedly at the customers gathered around her stall.

"Well done, lass, I’ve long wanted to beat that scoundrel myself."

An uncle slapped a hundred-dollar bill on the table, "Give me a serving of that fried noodles of yours, the large size."

"Alrighty."

The girl quickly fired up the wok and heated the oil.

"I’ll have a large bowl to take away, too."

The elderly man who had asked first took out a stack of money from his pocket, counted out twenty bucks, and laid it on the girl’s stall.

"Okay," the girl said, her hands not stopping their work, "I’ll fry yours once I’m done with this batch."

Flames soared, accompanied by a wisp of smoke.

······

The girl stayed busy until dusk fell, then she gathered up her cart and pushed it towards the hostel where she was temporarily staying.

There were very few people left on the streets; just around the corner ahead was the courtyard of the hostel.

It was at this moment that several black shadows emerged from the alley.

"Boss, that’s the chick."

One of them, clutching his stomach, pointed at the girl and loudly said.

"Damn, girl, you’re pretty tough, aren’t you?"

The leader, a middle-aged man with a scar on his face, pulled a handgun from his pocket and aimed it at the girl,

"So you can fight, huh? Let’s see if your hands are quicker or my gun," he spat, "Out-of-towners like you have no idea how many die in alleys like this every day."

The girl watched the handgun, her hand on the cart tightening slightly.

She had never dodged a bullet; she knew all too well that the ancient martial techniques had trouble keeping up with modern weapons.

The scar-faced man pulled the trigger, "Mind your step in Heaven."

Just then, a dark figure that seemed to float in mid-air burst from the alley.

This shadow glanced at the men blocking the way and, like an illusion, reached out and grabbed their necks.

Crack—

With a series of crisp sounds, these men’s heads were twisted to the side, and they collapsed to the ground.

The scar-faced man at the front, hearing the commotion behind him, turned around in confusion.

But before he could complete his turn, the shadow behind him had already snatched his neck, hurling him aside.

As he was thrown, the shadow caught sight of the handgun in his hand.

The shadow reached out, snatched the gun away, and turned to aim it behind.

At that moment, the girl noticed that behind this shadow, a young man with the look of Central Earth was in pursuit.

He Ao?

The girl recognized the young man she had encountered briefly that morning.

He Ao’s speed was incredibly fast, so fast that she could almost not catch it.

At that moment, the shadow had already aimed the gun at He Ao, retreating as he pressed the trigger.

Bang—

The sound of the gunshot and scar-faced man hitting the wall went off nearly simultaneously.

The sharp bullet cut through the air, lunging for He Ao’s face.

The girl opened her mouth to warn He Ao, but it was already too late.

He Ao glanced at the incoming bullet and reached out.

Bang—

With a muffled sound, the bullet landed accurately on his fingertips, pinched between his index and middle finger. Then, with a flick of his fingers, he sent the bullet flying back towards the shadow.

The speed was even faster than the bullet’s initial flight.

Elfia: ?

Is this even possible?