Life Game In Other World
Chapter 675: Let Him Down (Two updates of 8000 words, please vote for the monthly ticket)

Chapter 675: Chapter 675: Let Him Down (Two updates of 8000 words, please vote for the monthly ticket)

Hearing He Ao’s aged voice, the skinny man abruptly hesitated and turned around, gripping the tablet tightly.

The tentacle that had been reaching towards the cage suddenly retracted and whipped towards He Ao.

"Who are you?! Uh—"

The next second, his words were stuck in his throat, only the gurgling sound of bubbles passing through his blood could be heard.

He Ao stood behind the man, his arm reaching over the man’s right shoulder, the sharp butterfly knife piercing the man’s neck, almost simultaneously severing his windpipe and artery.

Blood spattered under the dim light, splashing onto the iron cage already stained with dull bloodstains.

The tentacles flailing in the air now dangled limply.

He Ao released his grip, withdrawing the butterfly knife.

The man’s stiff corpse toppled sideways and crashed to the ground, hidden beneath the mechanical arm elevator.

He Ao looked up at the surveillance camera at the top of the feed room. He had been avoiding the camera’s blind spots all along, and while acting, he also managed to pull the skinny man into one.

All the cameras in the feed room were mainly aimed at the walls of cages, with almost none focused on the walkway by the wall, resulting in a large blind area.

It seemed that the Evolution Acolytes were mainly guarding against the ’feed’ escaping.

After dealing with the skinny man, He Ao balanced his cane upright on the ground, took a handkerchief from the inner pocket of his clothes, wiped the fresh blood off his hands and the butterfly knife, and slipped the knife back into the pocket.

At the same time, he crouched down and took the electronic paper book tablet from the man’s hand.

At this moment, the tablet displayed a list of personnel.

He Ao briefly looked at the list.

This list contained the cage number of every person held here, as well as their origins, some were vagrants caught off the streets, others came from Green Olive District.

Most of the individuals on the list were vagrants from North City and South City, with only a very few from Green Olive District.

It appeared that most of the people ’traded’ by the Scorpion Gang were sent to the ’West City’ that the two caregivers had talked about just now.

In West City, the Evolution Acolytes seemed to have a bigger base than this one.

In the list, He Ao spotted a familiar name, ’Santo’.

This was the vagrant ’Blood Wolf’ had used as an ’example’ for him.

When Blood Wolf spoke to him, he mentioned that Santo had disappeared.

At that time, He Ao had deduced that Santo was likely captured.

Clearly, he was lucky, still alive.

The list He Ao was looking at contained only those who were still in this ’feed room.’

He Ao glanced at the note after Santo’s information. Santo had been ’stocked’ nearly two weeks ago, and the ’feeding time’ noted on the list was tonight.

It seemed he was likely to be fed to the ’livestock’ of the breeding room tonight.

If He Ao had arrived a day later, he would not have seen him.

Following the number indicated on the list, He Ao located the cage that held Santo; he was in the innermost cage on the first row of the third layer.

At this moment, he was curled up in the cage, looking at He Ao with a blank and somewhat excited expression in his eyes.

The list showed that Santo was among the earliest to be captured and still alive, watching those who came before him being ’taken away,’ must have given him a foreboding sense of his own fate.

The people confined here, though branded as ’feed,’ had their own fears, confusion, and hope.

He Ao continued to scroll down, trying to find an earlier list of those who had already been ’fed,’ but his search was in vain; the list only contained those still alive.

He examined the electronic paper book closely; there were no Federation-standard data ports around.

It seemed that this paper book was merely used as a wireless display, with the list displayed being transmitted from some main computer on the internal network.

He Ao tried to enter the settings interface of the electronic Paper Book, which prompted that a password was needed.

Without a data port, there was no way to let Eve attempt a brute force attack or bypass the password.

He Ao could also dismantle the Paper Book and wire it up for Eve to copy the data in, then use this Paper Book to infiltrate the intranet through its connection.

But that would be too time-consuming.

He Ao put down the tablet in his hand and picked up the work badge that had fallen out of the skinny man’s pocket and was now stained with blood.

He grabbed his walking cane again, supporting his body, and took a slight breath of relief.

The two enemies he had just encountered, the skinny man was almost F-level, while the receptionist was a bit stronger, approaching E-level.

And his current physical condition was barely close to 11, with energy mobilization he could barely exert F-level strength during bursts.

His advantage was that Divine Sense could help him find weaknesses, and the sharp Butterfly Knife could secure a one-strike kill.

So, he basically only had one shot, if the first strike wasn’t successful, being dragged into a war of attrition by the enemy would force him to activate Super Memory.

This old body couldn’t withstand such wear and tear.

In the two battles just now, he had taken shortcuts, using the receptionist’s lowered guard and getting close enough to the skinny man.

But even so, after those two explosive fights, his body was still somewhat fatigued.

The people in the cages around him were still immersed in the shock of the battle that had just erupted, only the little boy near He Ao, who just had been encircled by the skinny man’s tentacle, seemed to have noticed something.

He carefully approached, his neck chain suddenly taut, and then his gaunt palm fumbled in his clothes pocket and pulled out a small chunk wrapped in cloth, carefully unwrapping the cloth to reveal the clean bread inside.

He extended his hand out of the cage, carefully handing it to He Ao.

"I’m not hungry,"

He Ao said with a smile, shaking his head. He looked up at the iron cages around, then looked at the time on his bracelet and his gaze returned to the little boy, "You guys might have to wait a while."

The little boy, not fully understanding, looked at him and then nodded, putting the bread back in his pocket.

He Ao pushed himself up with his cane, retracing his steps back the way he came and soon arrived back at the door to the ’feed room’.

However, he paused before opening the door, his gaze lingering on the blood-stained rusty steel pipe mixed among the torture devices there.

Ever since he entered, he had felt that this steel rod looked familiar.

He raised his bracelet and opened the photo of Santo sent by ’Blood Wolf’.

In the photo, Santo was propped up with a steel pipe.

And this steel pipe seemed to be the very one Santo had owned; those who captured him had brought it back along with him, and it had ultimately been left here as a torture device.

He Ao thoughtfully withdrew his gaze and opened the room door.

Next up was the Control Room.

The moment he left the room, He Ao heard an extremely faint ringtone.

The source of the ringtone seemed to be the direction from which he had just come.

In that direction, there should only be one person.

The ’receptionist’ who had already died.

Someone was calling the receptionist’s phone, trying to make contact with the receptionist.

It seemed that someone had noticed the receptionist’s absence.

The Evolution Acolytes appeared to be more vigilant than He Ao had estimated.

Hearing this ringtone, He Ao directly crossed the corridor through the camera’s blind spot and reached the door of the Control Room.

Then he quickly swiped open the door of the Control Room and walked in.

There was no blind spot for the camera in front of the Control Room door, but the cameras used in the corridor were not high-definition. As He Ao moved sideways, quickly passing by, it was difficult for the camera to capture his face, unable to activate the facial recognition program, and could only show a blurry figure passing through in the video.

This would still trigger an alarm, but not a high-level one; it would require an operator to repeatedly monitor it and decide whether to sound the alarm.

There was a time difference in this process, and that was He Ao’s time.

The members of Evolution Acolytes seemed reluctant to invest in electronic security; of course, it was also possible that they’d been duped by dishonest contractors due to their lack of understanding.

But this was convenient for He Ao.

Upon pushing the door open, the interior of the Control Room came into He Ao’s view.

It was a cramped room; at the far end was a small single bed, with hooks for hanging clothes on the wall above it, and a metal wardrobe squeezed into the gap between the foot of the bed and the wall.

Besides these two ’large items,’ there was a control panel near the door.

The panel was covered in various buttons for controlling the temperature and humidity of the breeding rooms, with a monitor above showing surveillance feeds from the corridors, breeding rooms, and feed rooms.

In addition to that, there was a one-button alarm on the control panel.

At that moment, a warning icon was popping up on the corridor surveillance feed facing the Control Room.

When He Ao entered, the man with curly brownish-yellow hair was standing in front of the wardrobe, shoving a drawer back in quickly. Hearing footsteps behind him, he asked with some confusion, "You finished counting the inventory so fast today?"

As he said this, he tidied his clothes and turned around.

Then he saw that He Ao had already reached the control panel, with his back to him.

The cracked cane leaned against the control panel, He Ao’s right hand was opening the data interface cover of the panel, and in his left hand close to the brownish-yellow haired man was a bloodstained work badge.

The instant he saw the bloodstained work badge, the man with brownish-yellow curls realized something was wrong.

But seeing He Ao’s back, his head covered with gray hairs, he hesitated again.

A simple intuition from the Polluted Monsters told him that the old man didn’t possess any Transcendent abilities; he was purely an ordinary person.

After brief contemplation, he quietly moved away from He Ao, as tentacles split open and extended from his back.

Although he didn’t know how the other party got his ’colleague’s’ work badge, out of caution, he opened the internal communication software on his bracelet, ready to call for help if his strike failed.

He hadn’t indulged in flesh for a long time.

Finally, when he had put as much distance between himself and He Ao as possible, he controlled the tentacles on his back and attacked He Ao in an instant.

Thump—

Strengthened by Divine Sense, the work badge slipped from the old man’s hand, whistling through the air, and sliced the brownish-yellow haired man’s throat before any of the tentacles could reach.

The man with brownish-yellow curls opened his mouth as fresh blood surged, and he collapsed backward, powerlessly hitting the floor.

And He Ao didn’t look back but took out a data cable from his pocket and connected his bracelet to the data interface on the control panel.

"Hacking the firewall, transmitting remote control terminal, acquiring internal network permissions,"

Eve’s voice murmured in He Ao’s ear.

He Ao set down the bracelet, turned around, and looked at the corpse of the man with brownish-yellow curls lying behind him, along with the now-drooping tentacles surrounding it.

The protection at this charity foundation wasn’t bad, after all.

They had a monster close to grade E at the front desk equipped with an alarm button that could be triggered at any moment.

Any strong attack or infiltration could prompt an immediate alarm trigger from the front desk upon discovery.

But greed and carelessness led the front desk to miss the optimal moment to trigger the alarm, causing a breach in the alarm system and an opportunity for He Ao to sneak in.

However, such a gap wouldn’t last long.

He Ao glanced at the surveillance alarm symbol displayed on the Control Room’s monitor.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of breeding facility wouldn’t have just one place where the surveillance feed could be seen.

Combined with the ringing heard earlier in the corridor, it was likely someone was already suspicious.

However,

He Ao collected his thoughts and walked to the wardrobe in front of him, the only place in the control room where things could be stored.

If Santo’s belongings were left behind, then might the belongings of other captured individuals also be left behind?

If there were valuables, could these ’keepers’ have secretly hidden them away?

He Ao reached out and pulled open the left door of the wardrobe, revealing a small drawer in front of him. He tugged at it, but the drawer was locked.

The curly-haired man had just been fiddling with this drawer.

He Ao took out his butterfly knife, inserted it into the gap of the drawer, and directly cut off the lock’s latch.

Then he slowly pulled the drawer out.

Suddenly, a dazzling array of small items appeared before his eyes.

There was almost no gold or silver, nor any jewelry inside.

Just some trinkets or decorative items that seemed to be worth a little, but not much.

The truly valuable items would not be left to these keepers.

The contents of the drawer were rather ordinary; He Ao rummaged through and found nothing he wanted.

Then he opened the right door of the wardrobe, which also had a small drawer.

He Ao cut through this drawer’s lock latch without hesitation and pulled it out.

At the very top of the drawer, one item immediately caught his eye.

It was a cloud-patterned jade ornament.

The ornament was meant to be worn around the neck and wasn’t expensive.

He Ao picked up the jade ornament and turned it over to look at the back.

There was a line of characters stained with blood,

"With the heart’s desire, nothing is impossible."

It was a blessing for academic success.

The person who carved these words hoped their child would be safe and successful while studying in Dawn City.

He Ao slowly clenched the jade ornament, feeling the blood that had seeped into the engraved characters.

The jade was smooth, had it accompanied its owner for many years?

From adolescence to youth, and then to setting up a family and having a daughter.

Carrying a father’s best wishes.

He Ao held the piece of jade in his hand, leaned against the wardrobe, and slightly bowed.

"An elevator has been detected descending from the top 17th floor to the basement level 1, possibly the highest authority for this area. Should we attempt to prioritize hacking the elevator’s control system for interception?"

Eve’s voice sounded in He Ao’s ear.

"How much longer for the control mainframe?"

He Ao asked quietly.

"One minute and fifty seconds," Eve responded, "Taking control of the elevator system might be noticed and could extend the control time."

"Continue trying to take control of the core mainframe, and upon success, prioritize copying all data of captured personnel,"

He Ao straightened his rumpled collar, put the jade ornament into his inner pocket, picked up his cane that was leaning against the console,

"Let him come down."