Life Game In Other World
Chapter 662: Upstairs (Long - for Monthly Votes)

Chapter 662: Chapter 662: Upstairs (Long Chapter for Monthly Votes)

Under the silent veil of night, a bloodied man accompanied by an elderly person and a child walked at the edge of the pitch-black street.

The reason for seeking out the gang was simple.

In fact, the attack on YiXiya had already brought all the clues to light.

The person behind YiXiya’s attack was Vite, who made contact through the black market; users of the black market generally fell into three categories: gang leaders or high-ranking members, lone operators, and various public servants like Federal Bureau of Investigation agents that mingled in the black market to capture targets.

A significant number of disappearances had occurred around the Green Olive Street area, with consistent locations, large numbers, and high frequency, clearly not the work of lone walkers.

The only option left was the gangs.

And He Ao had, right at the entrance, asked the owner of the cold drink shop, learning that most of the Green Olive Street district was under the control of the Scorpion Gang.

With the clues leading to this point, the Scorpion Gang had become the most likely suspect.

Moreover, this Scorpion Gang seemed to be secretly capturing individuals who were alone.

While He Ao was sorting through his thoughts, the man leading the way had already stopped in front of a tall building,

"I only know that our boss lives on the top floor of this building number three, and I’ve never seen him, so I can only take you this far."

He looked up at the towering building that blended into the night sky and spoke with a hoarse voice, then he quickened his pace slightly, "It’s just a little further ahead."

He Ao looked up at him but said nothing.

The elder and the youngster continued to follow behind the man,

The dark night spread silence across the road.

The man’s slow yet slightly hurried footsteps echoed in the emptiness in front of the buildings.

He gradually increased the distance between himself and He Ao.

Maintaining this increased distance, he walked a little way before widening the gap with He Ao once more upon noticing that He Ao did not react.

Then, he quickened his pace, and the distance between him and He Ao grew even greater.

However, He Ao still did nothing.

He looked ahead, the narrow entrance of the tall building coming into view.

There was a dim, yellow light at the door, casting a faint glow, and the weak light made the quiet darkness behind the door seem even more profound.

As the man swiftly approached, a blurry human silhouette emerged from behind the door.

It was a vicious-looking man nearly two meters tall, his face full of horizontal flesh gradually revealed under the faint light at the entrance as he stepped forward.

Seeing the disheveled man with traces of blood on his mouth, a hint of confusion appeared on the man’s face.

As he opened his mouth to ask a question, the other man’s actions were faster than his query.

Almost at the door, the man suddenly burst with strength, rushing into the dark entrance and shouting, "Kill the people behind us, they are the enemy!"

The burly man was startled upon hearing this, immediately drawing a pistol from his waist. At the same time, several shadows quickly approached the entrance.

The man who’d entered the door finally caught his breath. He stood at the edge of the light just outside the door, turned around, propped himself on his thighs with his hands, raised his face, and watched the silhouettes becoming visible in the dim night.

After a brief pause, he took a sudden step forward, drew another gun tucked in the front man’s waist, and aimed it back into the night,

"The ones behind me killed all my brothers, they took my gun, fire quickly, it’ll be too late once they get closer!"

He spoke rapidly, and as he did, his index finger pressed down fiercely, pulling the trigger.

Bang—

A gunshot suddenly erupted.

A hot bullet pierced the man’s forehead.

Blood, bright red, traced down both sides of his nose and onto his cheeks; the man’s eyes widened, his body swayed, and he fell backward.

"Ambush!"

Someone in the darkness roared.

Immediately, everyone pointed their guns at the vague shadows behind the night, their fingers on the triggers, pressing down hard.

Bang bang bang—

Then, like firecrackers, a series of shots rang out one after another.

However, that gunshot wasn’t fired by a gang member under the lights.

The pistol they were using was a G750 from the Yiwis Space System, a cheap one with moderate power.

But even such a common pistol had a muzzle velocity of nearly 500 meters per second.

At a speed surpassing that of sound, reaction is sometimes too late.

The gang members standing under the light never imagined that the person opposite them would fire without even "aiming".

Such an enemy had already surpassed the limits of what they could handle.

Beneath the abrupt gunfire, one after another, blood-red flowers blossomed under the dim yellow light.

One by one, bodies toppled forward powerlessly.

Only when the last person under the light fell did that hazy figure in the night clearly reveal itself.

There were two figures, one large and one small.

The larger was an elderly man with a straight figure, dressed in neat formal wear, his hair speckled with grey, leaning on a cane with a raw-wood colored crook handle.

The smaller one was a cute little girl with some baby fat, wearing simple tea-colored shorts, a white T-shirt, and holding a half-finished ice cream cone.

He Ao walked under that dim light and tossed his empty handgun back to the man.

This gun was only borrowed temporarily, which was what he’d agreed upon with the man when he took it.

Now, the item was returned to its owner.

It was then, from the dark haze behind the door, a pistol was slowly raised, aiming at He Ao’s head.

The next second, the sharp cane pierced through the gun owner’s neck, and bright red blood sprayed outwards.

His hand holding the gun dropped powerlessly, his bloodshot eyes wide open, staring at He Ao, seemingly puzzled as to how this somewhat staggering elderly man had suddenly appeared before him.

He Ao pushed the hand holding the cane forward, giving the attacker’s body a push towards the inertia behind him, then He Ao yanked the cane back violently, pulling it out.

The attacker’s body swayed and fell backwards.

Meanwhile, standing behind this body, a teenager wearing a thin whitish T-shirt with wide eyes, apparently only fifteen or sixteen years old, was staring blankly at He Ao.

His cheeks were smeared with blood that had splattered from the assailant, he was holding a pistol, but his hands trembled violently, unable to raise it.

He Ao glanced at the gun, the safety of the pistol was still on.

Extreme fear seemed to fill the boy’s throat, he opened his mouth, unable to speak, only able to let out an unconscious ’ah ah’ sound.

He knelt on the ground, tried several times, and finally produced a trembling voice with a tinge of weeping, "Don’t kill me, don’t kill me, I just joined the gang, I haven’t done anything, please don’t kill me."

"Are you a resident of this block?"

He Ao asked in a measured tone, leaning on his cane.

"Yes, yes!"

The boy nodded vigorously, "I’m from building five, I just joined the Scorpion Gang, I was assigned to guard the door here, I had no choice, my mom is sick and only by joining the gang could I get flour, please don’t kill me."

"If I wanted to go to the top floor, how should I proceed?"

He Ao asked calmly.

"There’s an elevator, just go straight inside, turn right when you see the courtyard, you’ll see it after walking a bit,"

the boy quickly answered.

"Where are the stairs?"

He Ao continued to ask.

"The stairs are to the left, old sir, it’s a shorter walk than the elevator," the boy said, "but you have to climb thirty-nine floors to reach the top."

"Thank you for the directions,"

He Ao nodded slightly, "Go home."

"Ah?"

The boy was stunned.

He lifted his head, looking at He Ao with a look of disbelief.

After determining that He Ao had no intention of harming him, he discarded the handgun in his hand and clambered excitedly to his feet.

"Thank you! Thank you!"

He uttered words of unconscious gratitude as he scrambled and rolled out through the small door.

At that moment, Jia Xi, who had just finished her ice cream and walked indoors, happened to brush past him.

She glanced sideways at the youth disappearing into the black of night, then looked up at He Ao with some confusion, "Grandpa, was there something different about that brother just now?"

"He didn’t attack us."

He Ao patted Jia Xi on the head, picked up the handgun from the ground, disengaged the safety, and then cocked the gun,

"He didn’t want to kill us, so we didn’t need to kill him. We cannot claim self-defense or necessity when the other party hasn’t attacked us or endangered others."

Accompanied by the sound of a click as the bullet chambered, He Ao looked at his granddaughter, "That’s the law."

"Oh."

Jia Xi nodded her head, partially understanding.

"Scared?"

After entering, they faced a long, dark corridor. He Ao raised his head to look at the hallway and quietly asked.

"Not scared."

Jia Xi stood by He Ao’s side, shaking her head.

Just then, at the end of the corridor, several figures slowly appeared.

The noise from the recent scuffle had not been loud, but neither was it quiet, enough to attract the attention of those who weren’t already asleep.

The tapping of a wooden cane on the hard cement floor rang out crisp and clear.

The faltering elderly man, accompanied by a petite girl, advanced toward the shadows racing from the end of the hallway.

Firearms weren’t cheap, not even the least expensive ones.

Most of the gang members living in this neighborhood didn’t have guns.

In fact, unless a gang had unusually plentiful funds, they typically only allocated firearms to those responsible for more significant areas.

And for a gang like the Scorpion Gang, parasites of the slums, they didn’t appear to be well-funded.

The vicious-faced figures drew all sorts of machetes and clubs, gesturing menacingly toward He Ao.

What greeted them were the blossoms of bright red flowers.

"Lift your elbow a little higher."

He Ao didn’t fire the gun, but rather continued to fend off the attackers with his cane held in one hand.

Meanwhile, he instructed Jia Xi in the proper Fist Technique to deal with the assault targeting her.

Jia Xi’s physical fitness was around a level 20 at the time, which actually matched He Ao’s own burst physical fitness.

If her long-term combat ability was factored in, Jia Xi’s overall strength was even stronger than He Ao’s without activating "Super Memory" and "Divine Sense."

What she lacked were combat skills, the sharpness of response, and mastery over her bodily strength.

But in reality, with the Fist Technique taught by He Ao as her foundation, many combat techniques only needed slight modifications to be rapidly transformed into direct combat effectiveness.

And actual combat was the fastest way to learn.

This building, these gang members without firearms, were the best training ground for Jia Xi.

"For this kind of attack, the usual technique is to block, lift, and stab."

He Ao deflected an incoming watermelon knife with his cane, then with an upward flick and a twist of his wrist, he directed the force to the tip of the cane and stabbed it into his attacker’s throat.

This series of movements was very fast and flowed smoothly, with the entire block and counter-attack executed as seamlessly as flowing water.

Jia Xi also held a steel rod picked up from a fallen shoulder, copying He Ao’s movements to block an attacker’s spiked club.

However, her lift was mistimed, sending the metal rod swinging upwards, narrowly missing the attacker’s cheek.

When the attacker noticed the mishap, he immediately raised his spiked club to smash Jia Xi’s head.

The next second, the sharp edge of the cane pierced his throat from the right side.

His body stiffened, and he lost strength in his hands.

He Ao took advantage of the moment, tossing the attacker’s body forward, and drew his cane.

He glanced at Jia Xi, who was a bit stunned by the recent turn of events, and smiled, "Picking targets is a complex action. At first, it’s indeed hard to make your strength follow your intentions, to strike precisely where you want, but it’s okay—we’ll practice slowly."

Jia Xi came back to her senses and nodded at He Ao, "Hmm!"

Throughout the entire teaching process, He Ao had not allowed Jia Xi to get blood on her hands; instead, he was continuously training her to master the skills.

And now, the two of them had finally completed their journey through the straight corridor and arrived at the very end of the hallway.

Their entire view suddenly opened up.

This place was a massive atrium.

The vertical atrium penetrated the entire building, from the first floor to the topmost layer.

A dim light filtered down from the top of the atrium, where there seemed to be some form of illumination.

He Ao looked up, his gaze cutting through the layers of floors, reaching the light at the very top of the atrium.

That bright light flickered, as if someone stood at the top of the building, looking down from above at all the living beings inside.

At the same time, He Ao raised his gun and aimed at a corner around the tenth floor, suddenly firing.

Bang—

With a loud gunshot sound,

a figure holding a sniper rifle and lying on the railing of the tenth-floor atrium pitched forward, over the towering railing, and crashed to the ground, creating a thunderous noise.

And with that thunderous noise, the sounds of doors and windows being locked came from all directions.

He Ao looked up at the floors stacked like layers in a thousand-layer cake, and headed to the left.

To the left were the stairs.

Under these circumstances, the elevator had likely been either destroyed or shut down. There were also likely many people lying in ambush there, and He Ao was not willing to entrust his safety to an elevator controlled by the enemy.

So, taking the stairs was actually a better choice.

And in the direction of the stairs, there were indeed people waiting.

But this time, it wasn’t a group of people, but a mammoth man over two meters tall. He stood in front of the steel staircase covered in brownish-red rust, watching He Ao and Jia Xi, and cracked his knuckles,

"Want to go up? It’s nice to dream,"

As the crackling sound emitted from the giant’s knuckles, he said, "Normally, I don’t kill the elderly or children, but you two have really gone too far. It falls to me to send you on your way,"

He swept a glance over He Ao and Jia Xi,

"Judging by your actions, you’re in good shape, especially this kid—you’re quick. But that’s about it. You’re pretty good compared to ordinary people, but next, you’ll have the privilege of seeing what a real Transcendent is. Don’t worry, it’ll be quick and pain-free."

A physical condition of 20 is the threshold for F-grade. Only by breaking through this limit is it possible to rival F-grade Transcendents.

Among the lower-tier Transcendents, it was particularly the strength-based Transcendents who could exert greater power in combat.

Judging by the confidence of the giant man before them, he seemed to be a strength-based Transcendent.

"Meet your end!"

The giant reached behind his back and pulled out a massive spiked club, smashing it toward He Ao.

Crack—

The sound of a sharp object piercing flesh followed.

The giant’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the empty ground before him, and at the little girl on one side, looking at him with confusion.

Blood spilled from his left chest, pooling on the floor.

A stick-shaped object, seemingly the bottom end of a cane, protruded from his left chest.

Having appeared behind the giant, He Ao withdrew the cane that he had stabbed into the giant’s body from behind. As the giant’s body leaned forward, Jia Xi’s figure standing in the back came into view.

He Ao’s cane rested on the ground, and his expression was calm,

"We’re going