Life Game In Other World
Chapter 530: Rain

Chapter 530: Chapter 530: Rain

[34 years old: The Mysterious Person left, and you pondered alone for an entire month. You dug out an email that the old professor had sent you a month before he passed away. The majority of the content was persuading you to give up on this matter, warning that it would not only bring danger to you but also to your family.]

You were immersed in your research at the time and did not notice the additional implications in the professor’s words. Perhaps the professor had sensed something then.]

Your wife found a letter in the corner of the bedroom in her parents’ apartment that seemed to be left by her mother before she passed away. The writing was full of messy scribbles, but the words inside were very clear. Your mother-in-law hoped that you could live, live well—that was her greatest wish.]

That night, you cried, and your wife stayed with you until dawn. You finally could not help it and told your wife everything that had happened during this period, but you concealed the part about occult knowledge. You didn’t want your wife to get involved in this maelstrom. You talked for an entire day.]

Your wife supported your decision to investigate your parents’ cause of death and was willing to help you to the best of her ability, but you fell silent upon seeing her haggard and gaunt cheeks these past few days. You were not only a child of one family but also the husband of another.]

You met the Mysterious Person again, and you gave up the idea of cooperating with him and taking the opportunity to investigate. You stopped your experiments and sold all the experimental materials to him at a low price. The Mysterious Person regretted your decision but still completed the transaction with you.]

You brought your focus back to your family, but you did not give up on the investigation. Through the black market, you got to know a detective agency with transcendent powers and commissioned the professionals with a high fee to investigate your parents’ and the old professor’s deaths.]

[35 years old: The detective agency’s investigation proceeded methodically. Your life seemed to have returned to normality, apart from the occasional distorted nightmares, everything was as usual. You visited your parents’ graves every year and occasionally collected some information on your own.]

You learned that the cultists who killed the old professor were from a cult called the Witch Church, worshipping the Evil God known as the Witch of Desire. The detective agency also provided you with some information about the cult to demonstrate their professionalism.]

Through the detective agency, you became aware of the transcendent world and even purchased a Secret Medicine of the Talent Sequences No. 6: The Hermit. You did not consume this Secret Medicine but stored it instead.]

You and your wife donated your parents’ inheritance as well as your savings over the years, establishing a small charitable foundation named after your parents. This foundation primarily helped children, providing food for homeless children and financial support for kids who could not afford to go to school without high-interest educational loans.]

As life got back on track, your wife’s smile returned to her face. You knew she had been worried about you these past years, and she was happy to see your recovery.]

You were both no longer young, and you decided to have a child. The past was unchangeable, but at least you still had a future.]

[36 years old: Due to your exceptional performance in scientific research, both you and your wife became associate professors. You started being invited to various conferences to give presentations.]

The detective agency suddenly sent you a notice to terminate your contract, and swiftly compensated you with five times the deposit as a breach of contract fee, making you realize something was wrong.]

At the same time, a mentally ill gunman broke into the venue where your wife was attending a conference, and your wife fell in a pool of blood while she was speaking.]

You lost your last family member.]

The Mysterious Person found you again, expressing admiration for your talent, and offered to work with you to resume the initial Gene Potion experiments.]

You understood what was happening.]

[37 years old: After laying your wife to rest, you entered into a partnership with the Mysterious Person. You were not afraid of death; you were just afraid of dying without purpose.]

You took the ’Hermit’ Secret Medicine, and the process of becoming Transcendent was painful, but you endured it.]

The Mysterious Person provided you with a high-end, expensive laboratory and equipped you with various excellent assistants. He even provided you with some occult knowledge references.]

The research on the Gene Potion was still ongoing, and here, you saw the old professor’s initial research materials.]

[38 years old: With your involvement, the research progress accelerated swiftly. The Mysterious Person paid you a salary of up to a million federal coins and additional project progress bonuses, but he never disclosed who their financial backer was.]

The laboratory provided all your necessities, but you could clearly feel that you were being watched.]

You found a way to evade surveillance and reconnected with the detective agency. Through their channels, you bought a follow-up Secret Medicine of the Talent Sequences, No. 27: The Layperson.]

You consumed this Secret Medicine, and the pain was more intense than before; you nearly couldn’t persist. After this advancement, your mental state worsened. You often dreamt twisted and bizarre dreams.]

However, in this state, your research progress actually improved. You always managed to find inspiration in the strangest places.]

You donated all your remaining money to the charitable foundation.]

Toward the end of the year, you heard some news about the Witch Church. They seemed to want to hold some sort of ceremony in Dawn City, but it had failed.]

At the end of the year, you saw a strange parade on the street, with people wearing black and white masks. You didn’t know what it meant. It seemed you hadn’t actively engaged with the outside society for a long time.]

[39 years old: Your mental state got even worse; even while awake, you would have some hallucinations. Your sleep decreased, and you became unusually alert and emotionally unstable, often irrationally irate. But you controlled yourself and didn’t harm anyone.]

You had almost entirely cut ties with your former friends, and all work at Vitland University had ceased; everyone around you thought you had lost your mind, including the assistants in the laboratories, yet the progress of your research had advanced significantly.

You hadn’t gone mad, at least not during certain times of the day; you still maintained clarity and would visit your parents’ and wife’s graves at a set time, sitting withered before them.

You didn’t know where this strange mental state came from, perhaps those twisted supernatural powers, but now you no longer cared. You had acquired a Class D Secret Medicine, a follow-up Talent Sequence from the "Layperson," Talent Sequence 54: Almsgiver.

You couldn’t wait to drink it.

Surprisingly, following this advancement, your mental state had stabilized somewhat, not deteriorating as it had after the previous one.

You were lucid for longer periods and had time to learn about some external matters. You learned that the strange black-and-white smiling mask came from someone named ’K’. That seemed to be a mysterious Transcendent, a secret existence, or perhaps a secret organization.

He seemed to be oppressed by all the syndicates, so all symbols related to him were taboo in the city, at least in Vitland. You knew that he seemed to be a being willing to help the desperate, and you took note of the information about ’K’.

In the esoteric knowledge provided by your laboratory for reference, you acquired some sacrifices rituals for the Evil Gods, including those of the Witch of Desire and the Grim Reaper.

You had found a way to control your madness: by extracting a portion of your power to create gene potions, a method that allowed you more lucid time.

The Gene Potion was gradually being perfected, and most projects could proceed without your presence.

Towards the end of the year, something major seemed to have happened; the stock price of Stars Pharma, the Federation’s leading medical super-syndicate, suffered a tremendous fall and seemingly dropped out of the Federation’s top ten market value.

During those days, you saw the Mysterious Person seemed quite pleased.

[Age 40: Everything seemed to be coming to fruition. After years of effort, the Mysterious Person seemed to think you were no longer a threat, a reliable individual, and he expressed his intention to introduce you to higher-ups, the true benefactors of the Gene Potion.]

You finally had the chance to meet those who were behind the scenes, those who had caused the death of your family and the old professor. You had handed all the data and observations you had collected in the laboratory over the years to a detective agency.

And told them, in the event of your death, to release all that information, to turn it over to the Federal Bureau of Investigation so they could begin an investigation.

Meanwhile, you had planted Trojans on every computer in the laboratory; on the morning of the meeting, the Trojans would destroy all the data in the computers and, by altering the storage temperatures, catalyze the deterioration of those semi-finished gene potions, instantly ruining all of them.

The most critical information of the entire experiment, apart from what was in your mind, was stored on the laboratory’s computers, which inherently had Trojans written by hired hackers. No matter how they were copied, they would be annihilated as soon as the Trojans activated.

You had made all the preparations.

The Mysterious Person had arranged to meet you in a secluded café in the West District. You had brought the potent explosives you had made and headed there, but within the appointed time, you did not encounter anyone.

You realized something was wrong, but it was too late; several gang members rushed upon you, you knocked them out and quickly left, but discovered you were surrounded. It was a trap.]

[Your mission is: Clear the shadows under the night sky of Vitland City.]

[We wish you an enjoyable game.]

The pitter-patter of the rain slowly reached He Ao’s ears as he slowly opened his eyes.

A damp sensation came from his clothes; he was currently kneeling on a messy pool of blood.

Distorted lunatic ramblings echoed in He Ao’s mind.

He Ao touched his chest, where trickles of warm blood were flowing out from his wet clothes.

He reached inside his garment, tore through flesh with his fingernails, gripped the hard object inside, and yanked it out with intense pain.

A sharp bullet fell out and dropped into the pool of blood.

He Ao, leaning against the wall, staggered to his feet as blood gushed from his wound.

He glanced at the bullet on the ground; it was a high-intensity sniper round, a weapon designed to target Transcendents. A direct hit to a vital spot could kill even a Class D Transcendent instantly.

The sounds of messy footsteps came from behind.

The pitter-patter of raindrops joined the curtain of rain.