Life Game In Other World
Chapter 681: An Ordinary Father (Big - for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 681: Chapter 681: An Ordinary Father (Big Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

The Federation’s parachuting is all low-altitude parachuting, with drop heights below one thousand meters.

Exceeding this altitude enters the City Defense Army’s air defense zone, where any uncertified flying objects will be indiscriminately shot down.

And even higher up lies the territory of the high-altitude exotic beasts.

Usually, only aircraft such as airships and fighter jets equipped with combat systems reach that altitude.

This time, He Ao chose a package for ultra-low-altitude parachuting, jumping from an altitude of roughly three hundred meters above the ground.

This is a fairly extreme altitude, where opening the parachute too late would lead to a direct crash due to excessive speed.

And in Saint Joen City, bristling with skyscrapers, the danger of parachuting increases further.

Even a slight lack of skill could result in a torn canopy, or a collision with a skyscraper, or even an encounter with exposed wires that could burn through the parachute, or the possibility of getting impaled by protruding bars.

Even if one landed safely, there was still the risk of getting hit by a speeding car.

Low-altitude parachuting is an extreme sport with high danger levels, and doing so amid the skyscrapers of a city is an extreme sport that is not only dangerous but also offers many ways to die.

Therefore, the parachuting company made He Ao sign a life-and-death agreement.

Of course, theoretically, parachuting companies normally wouldn’t dare to do business with elderly people of He Ao’s age.

But this parachuting company in Saint Joen City was different.

They were on the verge of bankruptcy.

Apart from the real thrill-seekers, no one dared to parachute at low altitudes in what was known as the Steel Jungle of Saint Joen City.

Most people still wanted to live; they sought excitement, not ways to die.

Moreover, the cost of parachuting wasn’t low; He Ao’s package, including the parachute, cost him one thousand five hundred federal coins after a discount, and that was already a loss-making deal.

In Dawn City, such a package would cost at least six thousand federal coins or more.

Therefore, opening this parachuting company here was not a good decision, but it turned out to be convenient for He Ao.

Although Cito had no parachuting experience, Vian did.

Vian’s Talent for parachuting wasn’t high, but he had a wealth of experience and was good at summarizing techniques, so his parachuting skills were very good.

The howling wind passed by He Ao’s ears as he rapidly adjusted his posture in the air, controlling his body to glide forward and using a minimal amount of Divine Sense to reinforce his clothes to prevent them from being torn in the wind.

In the silent darkness of the night, his figure almost completely merged with the night.

He didn’t open his parachute; his goal wasn’t to land on the ground, but to jump onto the rooftop of the building ahead.

That was the highest building on West Third Street. Under the view of Divine Sense, the energy concentration level of that building was as bright and glaring as a torch.

The headquarters of the Evolution Acolytes didn’t need to be searched for, as it was exceptionally conspicuous in itself.

The building seemed to be an abandoned grain factory, about two hundred meters tall.

The rooftop was equipped with small laser cannons and was manned with guards; it had a certain capability for air defense.

That’s why He Ao didn’t have the helicopter fly directly to the rooftop; instead, he had it depart at a slightly offset location, with the altitude pulled up to over three hundred meters.

A helicopter flying at a low altitude within ten or twenty meters could trigger an alert, or even an attack.

But a civilian helicopter skimming past at an altitude nearly a hundred meters from the rooftop might be noticed but wouldn’t readily trigger an alert.

And this was He Ao’s chance to break through the air defense undetected.

The jump from a great height didn’t take long to cover a vertical distance of a hundred meters; it was less than five seconds.

And these less than five seconds were the response time given to the rooftop air defense personnel.

It was also the time He Ao had to make his breakthrough.

"Look quickly, what is that black shadow? Is it a bird?"

The man at the edge of the rooftop, carrying a Gauss Rifle, raised his head to look in the direction He Ao was coming from.

"It’s all black and hard to see."

The person beside him raised his rifle, eyes aligning with the scope as he started adjusting the magnification. After a brief pause, he finally managed to see the ’figure’ flying through the air.

"It’s a person! It’s a person!"

He raised his head, shouting loudly, "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Fire at will!!!"

The people around immediately raised their rifles.

The one leaning on the scope also pulled the trigger in He Ao’s direction.

In mid-air, He Ao slightly shifted his body, using the wind to slightly offset his position.

The bullet that tore through the void whizzed past where he had just been.

The accuracy required for a Gauss Gun was generally higher, and the person who fired showed considerable skill, apparently a sniper.

More sporadic gunfire came from all around.

But at this moment, it was already too late, because by the time these people realized what was happening and raised their guns, He Ao was less than ten meters from the rooftop, and their marksmanship was obviously not as good as that of the first sniper.

He Ao slowly raised the cane in his hand.

Amidst the gunfire and bullets that were like a sudden downpour, his form passed through the gaps in the crowd like a swift wind, brushing past the sniper standing beside the building.

With a crisp thud, similar to the sound of a boulder breaking through leaves, the sniper’s throat was shattered by the extended cane, and the whole person was sent flying backward.

The blood that spattered down was like droplets of rain.

Boom——

A loud noise came from the middle of the rooftop.

The surrounding people paused for a moment before they dared to look cautiously toward the source of the noise.

And there, there was only a gaping hole.

Faint light emanated from the space below the hole.

A chunk of broken concrete fell from the edge of the hole to the clean floor, spreading outwards with the scattered dust.

And at the center of the dust, He Ao, holding his cane, slowly stood up and looked at the confused ’people’ around him.

Cito’s body couldn’t withstand such a high-speed impact, so He Ao used Divine Sense to reinforce the contact surface and held the cane horizontally in front of him to reduce the frontal impact.

Then he smashed through the roof of the building.

After all, this was a dilapidated building that had not been maintained, and its structure was no longer as solid and intact as it had been originally.

He Ao looked up at the column of the building where the floor number was posted.

The seventy-ninth floor.

This layer seemed to be under renovation; judging from the surrounding building materials, one could vaguely foresee its future luxury.

Swish——

A tentacle, shooting through the smoke that hadn’t completely dissipated, stabbed straight towards He Ao’s throat.

At the same time, He Ao leaped forward, and as he dodged the tentacle, he pulled out a butterfly knife from his bosom.

The sharp blade traced a crescent arc in the air, and with a faint sound, the man who extended the tentacle behind him fell forward, collapsing to the ground.

With the butterfly knife fluttering like twin wings in his hand, He Ao raised his head to look at the ’people’ around him, whose bodies were starting to show various mutations, tapped his cane on the ground, "It seems you don’t want me to go downstairs."

A flurry of writhing tentacles answered his words.

The silver cane was suddenly lifted, the butterfly knife danced in the air.

Spurting blood and the contorted limbs of monsters filled the entire space.

The red liquid soaked the concrete floor, wriggling tentacle limbs mixed with discarded construction materials.

Screams, shouts, and sudden gunfire became phantoms under the flickering lights.

Finally, He Ao made his way through the crowd and arrived at the deepest part of the floor.

A trail of carcasses, no longer recognizable as human, lay behind him.

He looked at his wristband for the time.

00:03 in the morning.

A new day had begun.

He looked up, towards the front.

In front of him stood a quiet elevator.

He approached and pressed the button to descend in the elevator.

As the downward button lit up, the numbers on the elevator’s display quickly grew larger.

This meant the elevator was rapidly ascending.

He Ao lifted his head and glanced at the camera positioned above the elevator.

There, a camera geared toward both the elevator and his standing spot stood vigil.

He Ao bent down, picked up a shard of broken concrete from the ground, and flicked it with his finger.

Bang—

The entire camera was suddenly shattered, exposing wires that sparked slightly.

—

Seventy-eighth floor

A silhouette stood alone in front of the elevator, his gaze fixed intently on the tablet in his hands.

On the screen, an area soaked in blood was visible.

An elderly man dressed in a neat suit, his hair flecked with gray, stood in a pool of blood in front of the elevator, seemingly waiting for it.

"How did this guy come from above?"

The silhouette glanced at the elevator behind him, where the numbers on the display were changing rapidly, indicating that the elevator was swiftly rising.

He took a deep breath, "As long as he gets on the elevator, it’s all the same no matter where he comes from."

The silhouette returned his gaze to the monitor, and at that moment, the elderly man on the display seemed to have spotted the camera monitoring him. He picked up a piece of concrete and, with a sudden flick, shattered the camera.

The screen, which had been blood-red, turned completely black.

The silhouette had no choice but to put down the tablet and turn to look at the elevator screen behind him.

At that moment, the elevator had reached the thirty-fifth floor.

As he watched, the elevator moved from the thirty-fifth to the fortieth, fiftieth, seventieth floors.

Quickly, the elevator passed the seventy-eighth floor where he was and finally stopped at the seventy-ninth floor.

Ding—

In a daze, the sound of the elevator doors opening seemed to drift through the air.

The silhouette stared at the screen displaying the seventy-ninth floor and a slow smile started to curl at the corners of his mouth.

Thump—

In that instant, a hand landed on his shoulder, and a somewhat elderly voice rose from behind him,

"Young man, is something amusing you?"

The silhouette’s body tensed instantly.

He immediately raised his hand, and tough bone armor swiftly grew along his arm, encasing his forearm and fingers into sharp claws.

Without hesitation, the claws reached for the direction of the voice behind him.

At that moment, a butterfly knife with a metallic sheen appeared before him, its blade and handle dancing like a butterfly, capturing his gaze in the briefest of moments.

Then, in a flash, the sharp blade pierced through the dancing illusion and plunged into his heart, slicing open his chest with a gentle tug.

Bright red blood gushed out like water from a spring.

Meanwhile, He Ao, who was standing behind the silhouette, dodged the claws and leaned on the silhouette’s back, whispering, "Which floor is the Shadow Cutter on?"

The silhouette opened his mouth, blood pouring out, but he said nothing.

But He Ao, having activated Super Memory and having placed a mark on him, could clearly feel the last thought that emerged in his mind.

Seventy-seventh floor.

Just one level below.

He Ao propped up the silhouette’s body, walked over to the elevator, and lit up the button for downward descent,

Soon, the elevator descended from the seventy-ninth floor, slowly opening to reveal the ordinary silver interior of the elevator car.

He Ao tossed the corpse in his hands into the shaft.

The elevator doors slowly closed.

Immediately after, as the elevator descended, He Ao heard a faint sound of something tearing prey apart.

Indeed, the elevator itself was a ’monster’.

He Ao withdrew his gaze, picked up the cane from the ground, and retrieved the tablet computer that had fallen during the fight. He connected his bracelet to the tablet.

"Attempting to hack, installing remote control terminal..."

Eve’s voice echoed in his ear.

When He Ao was upstairs by the elevator, he felt a noticeable flow of energy within the elevator shaft, then immediately gave up on taking the elevator and chose to take the stairs instead.

On the seventy-eighth floor, there was no one else around, only this shadow. He probably didn’t deploy many people on the rooftop; his main forces were downstairs. So when he realized something was amiss, he had to come up himself to face the situation.

This shadow was actually quite strong—he was perhaps already at C-level, judging by the power he unleashed at the end.

But his attention was distracted by the elevator from the start, which allowed He Ao to get close to him.

With the burst of ’Super Memory’ and the energy management of Martial Arts, He Ao possessed overwhelming power at close range.

"Hack complete, remote control terminal installed, bypassing firewall..."

The tablet had no lock screen, so the hacking process was swift.

As Eve’s voice rang out again, He Ao tore off the tablet, picked up his cane, and headed towards the staircase.

The lights of the temporary stairs in the dark lit up one by one, paving the way for him.

Descending the stairs didn’t take long.

Soon, he finished the last step and reached the seventy-seventh floor.

A tightly closed red door appeared in his sight, and he reached out, pushing the door open.

The air was filled with the faint fragrance of white tea flowers.

The classic redwood floor almost filled every space in He Ao’s field of vision,

In the Federation, where steel and concrete were everywhere, real wood often associated with expense and luxury.

"To be honest, I didn’t expect you to come this quickly,"

At the end of the room stood a tall figure; he was standing in front of the French window, seemingly admiring the night view outside. Upon hearing He Ao’s footsteps, he slowly turned around and looked at He Ao,

"I’ve combed through all the data and couldn’t find any information about you. We shouldn’t have offended such a powerful and elderly C-level. Who exactly are you?"

"Just an ordinary father,"

He Ao straightened his clothes slightly and, leaning on his cane, stared at the man standing by the window.

The man had a tall stature but a narrow waist and broad shoulders, fair skin, and long hair tied into a ponytail that stood at his back.

"Are you Night Hawk’s father?"

The man frowned slightly.

"I am Kavi’s father,"

He Ao said calmly.

"Kavi?"

The man paused for a moment.

"You know him,"

He Ao’s voice remained calm.

"Kavi from Moke Street?"

The man seemed to recall something; he looked at He Ao,

"Your son is a good man. His wife and he were the only two who didn’t say anything from beginning to end, so,"

He paused, gazing at He Ao’s gray strands of hair and smiled, "they got to experience more than the others."