Life Game In Other World
Chapter 677: White Hair (Big - for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 677: Chapter 677: White Hair (Big Chapter for Monthly Ticket)

"Two lure attacks, one fatal attack,"

The silver-haired elderly man crouched beside the brown-haired man, turning his body over and examining the three wounds on his body. He reached directly into the wound on the man’s abdomen, observing the granulation tissue and the structural composition inside him.

"This young man has deeply fused with the Polluted Monsters, and he has been fed a considerable amount of flesh and Souls. His body and organs have fundamentally mutated. Although he still looks human on the outside, his internal structure is entirely unrelated to that of humans now.

"This ’guy’s’ strength must be close to the top level of C-level. Even if he doesn’t control it well, killing an ordinary C-level would still be quite easy for him."

The elderly man turned to look at YiXiya, who stood behind him, "It only took three moves, with the last strike hitting a vital spot."

He slowly stood up, "Your ’informant’ friend must be less powerful than this guy, perhaps by quite a margin, which is why he used two probing attacks to lure this guy into combat, thinking that he could create the conditions for a one-strike kill."

He turned to glance at the door on the ground and the walls pierced by bone spurs,

"Yet, under the circumstance of being weaker in power, he actually kept a firm grip on the pace of the entire fight, playing a stronger opponent like a puppet. His control of the combat situation and his adaptability in battle are very strong.

"I think the actual time of the battle wouldn’t have exceeded one minute. In the time we’ve been talking, he’s already killed this guy twice."

He paused for a moment, taking another look at the surroundings and the tendrils on the ground, seemingly lost in thought. Eventually, he sighed slowly,

"If I were in his position, with the same power, facing such a top-tier C-level creature, it wouldn’t have been so easy for me to win."

He clapped his hands, chuckling as he turned to YiXiya, "Girl, well done. Having such a powerful being become our ally will make your job much easier in the future. If he were standing against us, he could make the entire Pollution Cleaning Department breathe heavy."

"Mainly, that... Mister inherently carries a sense of righteousness."

YiXiya took up the conversation.

She glanced around at her surroundings.

When He Ao messaged her, she hadn’t expected that he would directly take down such a large organization breeding Polluted Monsters.

He Ao merely told her to bring the Director along with a part of the elite staff from the Pollution Cleaning Department to this place because the situation might be a bit serious.

It was only after she arrived that she realized the issue wasn’t just ’a bit serious.’

In theory, the fact that He Ao, with her help, cracked such a ’big case’ basically helped her secure the position as the head of the Pollution Cleaning Department in Saint Joen City and even earned praise from the Director. She should have been excited.

But...

She turned her head to look at the ’feed room’ next to her, at the bloodstained torture devices, at the people locked in iron cages.

At that moment, she felt only a chilling oppression crawling up her spine.

Such a horrific organization, raising Polluted Monsters, was active right under the nose of the Pollution Cleaning Department, in the bustling East City, next to the local branch of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, less than two kilometers away from the city government building.

As far as she could see, every iron cage in the room had smears of blood that had turned black with time.

She couldn’t imagine how many people in Saint Joen City had been abducted into this ’feed room’ and never had the chance to come out again.

She stared at the cages, those empty cages where, it seemed, despairing Souls screamed silently.

However, she knew such a thing was impossible.

Because the people fed to the Polluted Monsters would have their Souls torn and chewed to pieces.

At this moment, several young people ran over, with the leader holding a bloody e-Paper Book tablet, looking at YiXiya and the elderly man, "Minister, Director, all the cage locks have been opened. We’re trying to help the caged people out. Here’s the list of names left at the scene,"

He handed the e-Paper Book to YiXiya, "We’ve checked everyone on the list, there are seventy-four in total, and they are all still alive."

"Good,"

YiXiya took the e-Paper Book tablet, quickly scanned the content on it, then addressed the young people in front of her, "Handle the monster corpses in these two rooms and the hallway, and leave the rescue of the personnel to the agents of the Federal Bureau of Investigation."

Then she turned to the elderly man beside her, "Director, there seem to be a lot of monsters on the tenth floor. Shall we take a look? The Chief of the FBI’s Saint Joen branch seems to be up there too."

"Okay."

The elderly man nodded gently.

The two of them walked toward the elevator.

YiXiya, holding a bloodstained work badge she had found on the ground and now in a plastic bag, swiped to open the elevator and pressed the button for the tenth floor.

"Was the FBI contacted by your ’informant’?"

Standing in the elevator, the elderly man looked at the reflection on the elevator door and asked.

"Yes, he must have been in a hurry at that time. According to the FBI, he called the official emergency number, and also,"

YiXiya paused before speaking frankly, "He just found out about the existence of the Pollution Cleaning Department. His trust in us probably isn’t that high yet."

"That’s okay, trust can be built gradually."

The Elderly nodded, "Be careful if he suddenly seems to trust us too much."

The elevator ascended quickly, and by the time they finished speaking, they had already reached the tenth floor. The two of them walked out of the elevator together.

The dark hall was now illuminated by emergency lighting, and the strong scent of blood permeated the space.

Even YiXiya, who had experienced all sorts of scenarios, was somewhat startled by the sight in the hall at that moment.

Various twisted limbs of Polluted Monsters covered the entire hall; they lay on the floor tiles, leaning against the office desks that had been moved aside,

Blood covered every inch of the area, staining every computer and desk red.

The dead monsters, the blood-red earth, the scent of fresh blood filling the void.

In the not so bright emergency lighting, the hall seemed like a hell floating above reality.

The cold night wind blew in through the broken windows, brushing against YiXiya’s cheeks and awakening her from her stunned shock.

"Your ’Informant’ here seems to really despise these Polluted Monsters, even ’hate’ might be the right word,"

The Elderly took step by step towards the shattered glass window, his gaze sweeping over the corpses lying in pools of blood, "All of them killed with a single blow, straight to the vital points. He didn’t waste even a bit of strength and time; from the beginning, he never intended to let any monster leave here alive."

YiXiya snapped back to reality and followed the Elderly.

There, in front of the broken window, stood a chubby figure.

He was about 1.7 meters tall, with golden round-framed glasses, a broad and corpulent figure, looking warm and affable.

Upon seeing YiXiya and the Elderly approach, he hurriedly came forward, extending his hand with a beaming smile,

"You must be Mr. Deres, I’ve long admired your name. When I was working at Ains, I heard about your glorious deed of going deep into the wilderness alone and slaying a B-level exotic beast with my own eyes; every time I think of it, it fills me with an overwhelming surge of excitement."

"Director Scait?"

The Elderly also smiled and extended his hand, shaking hands with the chubby man, "That’s all from my younger days, hardly worth mentioning. Now that I’m older, I no longer have the abilities I had back then."

"Look at what you’re saying; it hasn’t been that long. You are the youngest B-level in the Federation for nearly fifty years."

Director Scait quickly agreed with a smile, then he turned to YiXiya, who was standing beside the Elderly, "And this is..."

"YiXiya, she’ll be the one in charge of the Pollution Cleaning Department here."

The Elderly, or rather Deres, introduced.

Then he pointed to the chubby man and introduced him to YiXiya, "This is Director Scait; you should know him, the head of the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s Saint Joen City branch, a C-level."

"Miss YiXiya, it’s a pleasure to meet you."

Seeing that Deres was introducing him personally, Director Scait quickly extended his hand to shake YiXiya’s.

"Hello, I will be in your care in the future."

YiXiya promptly extended her hand and shook hands with the director.

This C-level director was unexpectedly humble for someone of his rank.

"Not at all, not at all. We are partners by nature, if you need any help in the future, just let me know."

Director Scait said warmly.

"I’ll trouble you for that,"

YiXiya, still unaccustomed to the director’s enthusiasm, suddenly remembered something and handed her tablet to the director,"These are the people we discovered on the basement floor, a total of seventy-four of them. I’ll need you to take care of them."

"How can you call it trouble,"

Director Scait said, smiling as he took the tablet,

"Saving so many people is an achievement for me as well. If you encounter similar situations in the future, I hope you can try your best to save more people, or contact us for help.

After all, whether I can return to Ains depends on how well I do these years. If you need anything, feel free to come to us."

YiXiya glanced up at Director Scait.

The main mission of the Pollution Cleaning Department is to clean up Polluted Monsters, not to save people, so it’s common for many of the departments to not prioritize rescue during their operations, which can lead to unintended casualties.

The fact that Director Scait could say such a thing showed he understood how the Pollution Cleaning Department operated.

"Of course."

YiXiya nodded, responding to Scait’s words.

"Hahaha, when I get back to Ains, I’ll treat you to a big meal,"

Scait chuckled, tucking away the tablet and walked over to the broken glass window. "This seems to be the escape route of the ’visitor’ who intruded into this ’den’. Did he just jump out from here?"

He glanced at the narrow street below the window, "Is this your guy? Really cool."

"Our informant."

YiXiya nodded.

"He must be a very charming and powerful person. I definitely have to meet him if I get the chance."

Scait smiled and turned around.

YiXiya softly echoed his sentiment.

The three of them chatted a bit more, and then said their goodbyes.

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Scait handed the scene over to the Pollution Cleaning Department and, along with his Federal Bureau of Investigation team, descended to the first floor.

However, he didn’t leave directly through the main entrance but went around to the back of the building instead.

Standing there, looking up, he could clearly see the tenth-floor broken window.

He walked under the window, glanced at it, and then lowered his head to examine the faint footprints on the ground.

"Director, all the victims have been taken care of,"

A young man in a Federal Bureau of Investigation uniform who had been following him came over and spoke softly.

Scait didn’t respond but instead took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and lit it. Accompanied by the hazy smoke rising into the night, he let out a light sigh, "Allocate some funds for their meat, and get an underground doctor for them."

The subordinate standing behind him looked at the director’s broad silhouette against the night sky, sighed, and said in a low voice, "Director, most of those people are homeless, and they might not live long anyway. Besides, even if we save more, headquarters won’t approve additional funds."

"Saving even one is worth it."

Scait took the cigarette from his mouth and flicked it in the night air. The dimly lit ember made contact with the air and sparked faintly against the night sky.

After a brief silence, he turned back, glanced at the shallow tire tracks on the side of the road, "Let’s head back after we clean up, I haven’t finished today’s paperwork, and f**k, headquarters is stingy with funds but loves to send piles of wasteful paperwork."

"Yes, sir."

The subordinate nodded, called a sedan, and Scait got into the car.

On the way, Scait sat in the backseat, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, looking up at the incomplete moon peeking through the gaps between the high-rises, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

The distance from the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s branch office wasn’t far, and the car quickly arrived in front of the building. Just as the subordinate driving was about to turn into the building, Scait suddenly extended his hand and called out,

"Stop."

The driver hit the brakes hard, stopping the car abruptly, causing Scait to shake violently and nearly crash into the back of the front passenger seat.

However, he didn’t mind and instead pointed to an SUV parked at the curb and asked, "Has that car been parked there all along?"

"It seems so?"

The subordinate in the front passenger seat glanced at the SUV, "It seemed to be there when I went to buy coffee this afternoon."

Then he hesitated a moment, "But just now, when we left for the mission, I don’t think this car was here."

While he spoke, Scait had already stretched out his hand to push open the car door and started walking toward the SUV.

The windows and doors of the SUV were tightly closed, and the windows were coated with a privacy film, making it impossible to see inside from the outside.

But right as Scait reached the door, it swung open with a crisp ’click’, revealing an empty driver’s seat.

And on the car’s central monitor, something seemed to be displayed.

Scait took a look inside, then directly walked over and leaned against the car door.

At this moment, he could finally make out what was being displayed on the car’s screen.

It was a line of standard font text.

[Would you mind leaving your personal number?]

Below the small text was an input box, its cursor blinking steadily.

"Something’s afoot."

Scait glanced at the tracks behind the off-road vehicle, then directly boarded and sat in the driver’s seat.

Not long after he sat down, his subordinate finally ran over, standing outside the door and asking, "Director, what’s wrong?"

"Nothing much."

Scait stood up from inside the vehicle and stepped out, reaching to close the door behind him.

"This vehicle?"

The subordinate looked at the off-road vehicle, somewhat puzzled.

"Leave it here."

Scait took the finished cigarette from his mouth, flicked off the ash and, looking up, glanced at the bright moon in the sky.

The faint spark burned at his fingertips.

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"Grandpa! Look, fireworks!"

On the rocking public transport, Jia Xi stood up and pointed at the building next to them, where flow lights covering the building’s surface were mimicking the effect of exploding fireworks. "There are fireworks here!"

"Mmm."

He Ao looked at the fireworks outside the window and smiled, reaching out to pat his granddaughter’s head.

At this moment, the screen of his hand-ring lit up slowly, displaying a series of numbers.

"Grandpa, where are we going now?"

Jia Xi withdrew her gaze and, sitting next to him, looked at He Ao.

"To get Grandpa’s new walking stick."

He Ao spoke softly.

"Did that tall uncle finish making Grandpa’s new walking stick?"

Jia Xi’s eyes widened, looking at He Ao.

"Mmm, he sent me a message right when we got on the bus."

He Ao nodded gently.

"Oh~ he’s so fast."

Jia Xi nodded obediently.

Just then, the bus slowly stopped and pulled up at the platform, the door sliding open.

A little boy rushed onto the bus, closely followed by a middle-aged man who was squeezed onto the bus and then paid with his hand-ring. He glanced at the boy running wild in the bus and quickly shouted, "Be careful, don’t run around."

By then, the little boy had already seated himself in a front-row seat, hurriedly patting the empty seat he snagged and shouting, "Dad, sit here."

Jia Xi watched the scene unfold; she pulled her carry-on case in a bit tighter and, leaning her cheek down, rested her head on He Ao’s leg.

"Grandpa, I want to sleep for a bit."

"Sleep then."

He Ao lifted his hand and gently wrapped his arm around his granddaughter’s back.

The night wind blew through the elderly man’s graying hair.

Vaguely, He Ao felt as if someone were watching him from behind; he turned his head to look back.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man was sitting in the seat behind He Ao, a cloud-patterned jade ornament hanging around his neck, backpack slung in front.

When he saw He Ao turn around, the young man slightly rose and reached out to tousle He Ao’s hair,

"Dad, you’ve grown white hair."

The cold night wind blew through the bus window, scattering the young man’s figure.