Life Game In Other World
Chapter 594: It is Our Past, But it Must Not Be Our Future (Super Long - , Seeking Monthly Votes)

Chapter 594: Chapter 594: It is Our Past, But it Must Not Be Our Future (Super Long Chapter, Seeking Monthly Votes)

"The Welme Medical Research Building, located behind and to the side of Welme Vitland Hospital, is an annex of the hospital and one of Welme Medical Group’s main research bases in Vitland City, with a total of 57 floors, making it one of the tallest buildings in the Plante District."

"According to the official announcement on Welme Vitland Hospital’s website, starting from three days ago, the research building began its equipment upgrade, which takes place every day from eleven at night until five in the morning. During this time, all staff members leave."

Eve’s voice echoed in the silent car as He Ao looked up at the dark night sky falling from heaven, the towering building standing amidst it as if reaching deep into the stars and flowing clouds.

Row upon row of bright lights streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, huddled together, dimming the radiance of the stars and covering the surface of the building.

In the past, this research building was often brightly lit all night long when there were no equipment upgrades.

He Ao lowered his gaze towards the base of the building.

The building was surrounded by a low perimeter wall, not connected to the adjacent Welme Vitland Hospital.

The entrance to the building was on the street-facing side of the fence, and several intimidating-looking security guards stood around checking the identity documents of each person entering and leaving.

Three disguised laser cannons, posing as surveillance cameras, were arranged around the entrance, ’watching’ the vehicles and people coming and going on the street.

At this moment, He Ao’s parked vehicle was just outside the observation range of these miniature laser cannons.

He Ao shifted his gaze from the entrance back to what lay in front of him, the long bone axe resting on his thighs.

The bone axe was originally just a fragment from the core of Arent’s spinal column that had broken off. He Ao thought it resembled an axe and since it was quite durable, he used it as a weapon.

But it wasn’t really a qualified weapon; its blade was dull in many places, and the axe was full of sharp angles, making it difficult to control its direction when thrown.

He Ao raised his right hand, revealing the mechanical wristband on his arm. He extended his left hand to gently pull a suitable length of metal wire from within the wristband, and then used the mechanical wristband to clamp the wire in place.

Then he straightened the wire in his hand, covered the fine metal wire with Divine Sense, and slowly slid it along the uneven parts of the bone axe resting in front of him.

The bone axe, originally full of edges and only resembling the shape of an axe, was now slicing off excess parts with ease, like cutting through tofu, leaving behind a streamlined cross-section as the thin wire passed over it.

Meanwhile, He Ao asked slowly, "Eve, is the psychological research facility of Welme Vitland Hospital still in this building?"

"It’s still there, located on floors 55 to 57 at the top of the research building. It’s currently in normal operation, but due to the equipment upgrade, the latest operating time of the psychological research facility has been moved forward from ten at night to half-past nine."

In this research building, the psychological research facility is a unique section. It serves both as a research institution and as an operational department of the Welme Vitland Hospital.

Inside the hospital, although there is a psychological treatment department, it is very small and cannot accommodate many people. The majority of psychological treatments at Welme Vitland Hospital are carried out in the psychological treatment facility located in this research building.

As such, the psychological treatment facility is somewhat open to the public; one can directly book psychologists from the Welme Vitland Hospital’s official website and then enter the psychological treatment facility in the research building for therapy.

"Eve, help me book the last therapy session for tonight at the psychological research facility, with a general psychologist."

He Ao slowly raised the metal wire in his hand, looking at the roughly shaped bone axe, and said in a slow voice.

"Sure."

Eve responded, and after a brief pause, she continued, "I have booked you a psychological treatment session for tonight from 8:30 to 9:30 PM. The treatment will take place in room 5507 on the 55th floor of the Welme Medical Research Building."

"Mhm."

He Ao nodded slightly, running the thin wire along the original jagged edge of the bone axe, gradually carving out a sharp blade.

On the giant screen outside the commercial building beside him, the countdown to the end of the election was displayed.

03:47:25

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"Welcome to Trison Television’s midterm election special. I am Moren, and I will be joined by Professor Dutt from the University of Vitland to bring you in-depth coverage of this midterm election."

As the camera zoomed in, the impeccably dressed host turned to the slightly older Professor Dutt, "With less than four hours left until the election ends, the Vitland Senate election has been nothing short of tumultuous. I think it has been even more exciting than the previous Vitland City Mayor election. I’ve heard that you’ve obtained the latest support rate survey?"

"Indeed,"

The professor sitting opposite him brought out a document,

"This time the Senate election has been incredibly unpredictable. Initially, the incumbent Senator Ned, who had a high approval rating, was exposed for various scandals, even criminal cases.

"Then there was the dark horse candidate Walker, who rose from relative obscurity and suddenly received a lot of coverage. According to the latest data we’ve received, Walker’s support rate has now exceeded 10%, reaching 13.4%. This rate surpasses the previous highest support rate of the popular candidate Dasanc.

"Of course, that’s not the biggest surprise,"

Professor Dutt projected a data table onto the adjacent TV, "With the endorsement of Dawn City Mayor Christos, the support rate of the previously popular candidate Dasanc has now approached 20%, while the former frontrunner Ned has dropped to around 21% due to the scandalous fallout."

"Professor Dutt, based on the data you’ve described, do you think Dasanc has a high chance of winning this time?"

Moran asked with a smile.

"Actually not,"

Dutt shook his head with a smile and began displaying all kinds of data on the TV nearby.

"As far as I know, Dasanc is still giving speeches, trying to increase his votes, but we all know that campaign efforts on election day have a weak effect. Voters who have already decided on their choice are not likely to change their minds.

"Moreover, Dasanc’s support comes from Christos, not from himself.

"Our investigation shows that many voters from the Plante District and the West District only learned about Dasanc after Christos made an appearance. They are willing to support Dasanc because of Christos.

"But actually, as we know, Vitland has not had a good relationship with Dawn City over the years.

"Although Christos has a great reputation across the Federation, he is the Mayor of Dawn City after all, and his fundamental interest is to protect the interests of Dawn City, so a lot of voters fundamentally don’t like him.

"In fact, from our current survey data on support rates, it can be seen that very few people actually changed their minds from Ned or other candidates to support Dasanc. His overall support rate has only increased by 7%.

"Most of these switchers are from the economically struggling West District, Plant District, and Ernst District, where historically the voter turnout has been very low and cannot bring many votes. In the North Vitland District and the Saint Lote District, where voter enthusiasm is the highest, Ned’s support rate is still very strong."

"So do you still think that Ned will be re-elected as the next Senator?"

The host asked softly.

"Most likely,"

Dutt’s hand rested on the table as he smiled, "Of course, it’s not impossible for Dasanc to be successful in the election. If the Federal Bureau of Investigation headquarters approves an arrest warrant for Ned within these four hours, it could affect Ned’s support rate."

"But the headquarters of the Federal Bureau of Investigation has closed now,"

Host Moran chimed in with a smile, "And in Ned’s case, only the Vitland branch has announced an investigation. The headquarters has not yet been involved."

"So although I am also looking forward to a reversal," Dutt smiled and spread his hands, "it is still impossible for Dasanc to win over Ned."

...

Heish withdrew her gaze from the live broadcast on the screen and turned to look at Dasanc standing at the very center of the open-air venue.

"Many of you who came here today are factory employees from the Industrial District. I believe many of you know that I also worked in the Industrial District.

"At that time, my weekly salary was only 270 federal coins. I lived in the cheapest apartment building near the Industrial District. After paying rent and various expenses each week, plus the service fee to the communication company and deducting the public transport fare to and from work, all I had left was just enough money to buy some food.

"Of course, although the work at the factory was exhausting, I could still get by like that. I could even save a little money.

"That was until I caught a severe cold. The factory I worked at had signed us on as temporary workers, without any health insurance.

"The treatment for that cold cost me all the money I had saved up with difficulty and also left me in credit card debt. Since then, I’ve never managed to pay off my credit card debt. The sick leave during the cold caused me to lose that job, and I had to rely on my credit card to sustain my life.

"Of course, I was lucky. Not long after that, I found a new factory. In that factory, I witnessed a colleague fall into a stirring machine, and his blood splashed on my face."

Dasanc looked around at the people quietly listening to his speech.

"We had worked together for some time. He was a good man, taught me a lot. What impact did his death have?

"Nothing! The machine still ran, crushing his body into a pulp. A family lost their breadwinner and received no compensation whatsoever.

"The factory even thought about suing his family, to make them pay for the losses due to the machine being shut down for repairs because he fell into it.

"This was my life, and it is the life of every one of us.

"It is our past, our present, but it must not be our future!"

Dasanc raised his hand, lifting it so that everyone in the crowd could see, "I stand here today, I have come this far to change all of this!"

"Dasanc!"

A figure in the crowd also raised his hand and shouted out loud.

"Dasanc!"

Then, countless hands were lifted, calling out Dasanc’s name.

Heish watched all of this, the sound like a mountainous roar ringing in her ears. She lowered her head, glancing at the bracelet on her wrist.

On the bracelet was a document about the schedule for today’s speeches.

Today there were eight speeches in total, with six being arranged in the West District, Ernst District, and Plante District.

The arrangements were made in these areas with the lowest voting rates.

And this decision was made following ’Jess’s recommendation.

She turned off her bracelet and looked at the surging crowd around her.

A smile slowly emerged on her face.

——

"Identity verification successful, Mr. Jess, you are late, please hurry to the treatment room."

With the mechanical voice coming from the checkpoint, He Ao, sitting in the driver’s seat, withdrew his bracelet from the verification slot at the checkpoint.

The security guard at the door glanced at him, then pressed the button in front of him, and the gate blocking the vehicle door slowly opened.

He Ao looked up at the towering building, started the vehicle, and drove into the parking lot behind the gate.

He parked the vehicle in front of the elevator inside the parking lot, then glanced at the time on his bracelet, and took out the bone axe from inside the car to continue honing it.

Time passed by, gradually people started to come out of the elevator, laughing and talking, then drove away from the parking lot.

The number of people coming out went from few to many, and then from many to few, the number of vehicles in the parking lot dwindled until only the quiet and empty lights remained.

The time approached eleven o’clock at night.

The last wave of people came out from the elevator, those who stayed until the very end of their shifts.

And with their departure by car, everything finally returned to ultimate silence.

No one was appearing from the elevator anymore.

He Ao slung the wooden box on his back, pulled out the metal wire from his mechanical bracelet, and wrapped it around the bone axe through the just-honed notch.

Then he stepped into the elevator.

This elevator had all floors below the 55th unavailable for selection, with only floors 55-57 being selectable.

He Ao directly lit up the button for the top floor, the 57th.

The elevator ascended rapidly, the sensation of increased gravity pressing against He Ao’s surroundings.

He extended his hand and held onto the pendant on his chest as the floor numbers on the elevator screen changed one by one.

Ding—

Finally, accompanied by a clear sound, the elevator reached the last floor.

Chaotic and distorted thoughts surfaced in He Ao’s mind. He gripped the bone axe in his hand and stared at the elevator doors in front of him.

With a slight vibration, the elevator doors slowly opened.

A phantom-like shadow suddenly lunged at him.

The pristine bone axe swung out a trail of light, cleaving the shadow into two halves.

Accompanied by the sound of decaying flesh, murmurs of twisted chaos echoed in He Ao’s ears.

Like the resonant tolling of a heavy bell, ancient music played.

The strong stench of blood rushed into He Ao’s nostrils.

What appeared behind the elevator doors at this moment was a spacious hall. This hall seemed to have been divided by many rooms before, but now these rooms had been completely opened up to form an expansive space.

On this entire floor, only the room at the farthest end retained its original appearance. The remaining areas had parts of walls that hadn’t been fully cleared, testifying to the former state of the hall.

"Who are you?"

Standing directly in front of He Ao was a man dressed in a mercenary uniform, his sniper rifle aimed at He Ao’s head.

Beside him were the decaying bones of the person who had just attacked He Ao.

He Ao did not respond to his question. Instead, he stepped out of the elevator one step at a time.

His eyes swept across the hall; intricate patterns, drawn with fresh blood, adorned the hall’s floor, walls, and ceiling.

A faint purple glow flowed between these patterns.

It seems this is the content of the "upgrade" that the building had recently undergone.

As He Ao was observing the hall, the people in the hall were also observing him.

Those standing in the hall were not doctors or researchers in uniform from the psychological research institute, but fully armed mercenaries.

They watched He Ao intently, forming a semi-circle around him, their eyes flashing with an unusual excitement and restlessness.

"Who are you?"

The mercenary with a Gauss rifle glared at He Ao and barked impatiently again.

Then he seemed to lose his patience and directly placed his finger on the trigger of the Gauss rifle.

Bang—

Bright red blood splattered out as the mercenary’s head flew off, looking at its own body receding.

He Ao retracted the bone axe he had swung and surveyed the surrounding mercenaries.

His voice was calm and hoarse,

"A patient."

Behind him, the body of the headless mercenary slowly fell, turning into decayed bones.

The people here seem to have all taken Gene Potion.

"You are a Profaner!!!"

Several mercenaries around him, seeing their comrade’s body fall, drew their daggers and charged at He Ao.

At the same time, a few mercenaries further away lifted their Gauss rifles.

But before they could fire, a white phantom came hurtling toward them.

He Ao directly jumped backwards, dodging the attacking mercenary with a dagger, chopped down two mercenaries wielding Gauss rifles at the back with two axes, and then quickly leaned forward.

Bang bang—

Two bullets flew past behind him, shattering the glass curtain wall behind him, and fell into the night with the splattered glass.

Simultaneously, the mercenaries that he had just evaded with the daggers followed suit.

The pristine bone axe was thrown violently, then pulled taut by the slender metal wire. He Ao forcefully pulled with his right hand, and the sharp blade of the axe carved a crescent mark, severing the torso of another mercenary who was shooting from the opposite rear side.

The cold white light traced along the metal wire pulling the bone axe, rapidly stained red by fresh blood.

Whir—

He Ao gently raised his hand, and the bone axe returned to his grasp.

He then stepped forward, heading towards the complete room at the deepest part of the hall.

Behind him, the mercenaries who had lunged at him froze in place, and after a brief stillness, blood spilled from their waists and their bodies slumped forward to the ground, splitting in two.

As He Ao continued forward, one by one, figures previously hidden behind the load-bearing columns appeared before him.

These were the researchers who seemed to be immersed in a pleasant dream.

With eyes tightly closed and happy smiles on their cheeks, they were strapped to the columns, with a purple glow streaming beneath their feet.

These were the researchers who had disappeared from the Second Laboratory.

He Ao glanced over these researchers.

1...2...3...4...14...15...16...17...18

Eighteen in total.

He lunged forward abruptly.

Boom—

Shards of broken stone flew up from where he had just stood.

Without hesitation, He Ao turned around and hurled the bone axe in his hand towards his rear.