Life Game In Other World
Chapter 694: Good Morning, Vian (Big - for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 694: Chapter 694: Good Morning, Vian (Big Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

Night had fallen deep.

Towering skyscrapers were scattered in the silent darkness, with specks of light spreading across the roads of the night.

And in the gaps between these soaring buildings stood a small building that was out of sync with the quiet and oppressive surroundings.

Bright lights were lined up at the edge of the white wall outside the courtyard of the small building, and at the end of the wall, there stood a concealed little door.

Outside the small door was a dark, deserted alley, and directly across from the small door was a dried-up flower stand with only barren soil left, abandoned for who knows how long.

Creak—

The tightly shut door was slowly pulled open, and a burly man walked out, then he glanced around to ensure no one was nearby before stepping forward and making room.

Following him, a man in a neat suit with a somewhat somber face walked out of the door.

He leaned against the door, took a cigarette out of his pocket, placed it in his mouth, and slowly lit it.

With the rising of the hazy smoke, the man’s serious face seemed to relax as he stared at the abandoned flower stand in front of him and suddenly asked, "That flower stand has been abandoned for several years now, right?"

"It was abandoned the second year after you took office," the burly man responded softly by his side.

Hearing this answer, the middle-aged man was silent for a moment. He raised his head to look at the high-rise buildings around him, "I remember when I first came here, there weren’t so many buildings. Now, even in the daylight without lights shining, you can hardly see anything."

"These are the new factories built by the Kajet Group," the burly man said softly.

The middle-aged man took a drag on his cigarette, then fell silent again.

The silent night wind blew over the broken and old ground of the alley.

The middle-aged man’s gaze fell once more upon the abandoned flower stand, then his eyes slightly narrowed.

In the crack of the flower stand, there seemed to be a lens faintly reflecting a dim light.

He took the cigarette from his lips, took a few steps to cross over to the flower stand, and looked at the reflective object on the inner side of the stand.

It was a pair of round-framed glasses resting against the edge of the flower stand, delicately crafted and with clear signs of long-term wear.

They were folded neatly, as if purposely placed there.

Beneath the glasses, there was also a flyer being pressed down.

"Mayor?"

Seeing the glasses, the burly man was startled; he turned his head to look at the middle-aged man.

"It’s nothing. Not many people know I enjoy smoking behind the mayoral mansion’s back door," the middle-aged man said calmly as he picked up the glasses, observing the worn and flaking paint, "It seems that an old friend has been here."

His eyes were profound, as if recalling something.

Then he pocketed the glasses and picked up the flyer that had been under them.

It was a promotional flyer for a bar, printed with dazzling lights and curvaceous women.

The flyer was from Yucash Tree Bar in South City, advertising a weekly Wednesday drink discount event from seven in the evening to two in the morning.

The middle-aged man turned the flyer over.

On the back, where pictures of seductive women still adorned it, a line was written in red ink over them.

[When a great ship tips, neither the captain nor his treasure can escape. ]

This was an ancient proverb from the Federation.

Seeing these words, the middle-aged man’s eyes narrowed slightly, then he flipped the flyer over and gave it another look at the front content.

At this point, the burly man beside him glanced at the flyer in the middle-aged man’s hand, seemingly catching on to something, and asked with a hint of confusion, "Sir, is this?"

"An invitation from an old friend."

The middle-aged man casually responded with a sentence, then asked softly, "Is tomorrow Wednesday?"

"Yes," the burly man nodded, "Exactly speaking, it’s today, as it’s already past midnight, sir."

"Are there any events planned for tonight?"

the middle-aged man continued to ask.

"At six in the evening, there is a charity ball organized by a charity group under the Kajet Group."

the burly man replied.

"Say I’m feeling a bit under the weather and cancel for me, have the secretary take a check for ten thousand over as a gesture of goodwill."

The middle-aged man glanced at the flyer in his hand again, folded it casually, and instructed.

"Understood."

the burly man answered.

Once again, an eerie silence fell between the two.

The middle-aged man looked up, gazing toward the end of the alley, the deepest part of the night.

There, as if a familiar figure was quietly watching him.

——

Sienzi’s weary gaze lifted from the pharmacy’s glass display cabinet.

The light of dawn struggled through the gaps between buildings, sprinkling faintly on the road and the small windows close to it, bright sunlight mingled with vast shadows cast across the woman and the man.

In front of his view, the pharmacy wall’s projector was broadcasting the morning news.

The current news segment was about the ’mercenary return home’ of the Kajet Mercenary Corps.

The news mentioned that as the holiday continued, more and more members of the Mercenary Corps were choosing to ’vacation’ in Saint Joen City.

The city government had specifically issued an announcement, telling citizens not to panic upon seeing groups of mercenaries moving together; they were just normally entering or returning to the city.

To prevent a sudden influx of mercenaries on the streets, the city government also discussed with the Kajet Group, arranging for the Kajet Mercenary Corps to enter the city in batches.

According to experts, the day after tomorrow would have the highest number of mercenaries in the city, with over seventy percent of the Corps’ members staying within the city limits.

"The day after tomorrow... we have less than three days..."

Next to him, YiXiya also stood in the middle of the pharmacy, watching the projection television, she sighed, "In such a short time, can we succeed?"

"We can only continue step by step according to the original plan."

Sienzi also let out a sigh.

Hearing these words, YiXiya just nodded slightly.

She knew what Sienzi meant by ’the original plan.’ After Sienzi returned last night, he had explained in detail all the arrangements made by ’Elder Cito.’

She also understood the kind of enemy they would soon face and just how difficult the path ahead was.

But she was very clear, she had no choice.

Surrender was not an option for a reprieve from death, and besides, they would never surrender.

As she pondered this, her body swayed, nearly causing her to fall,

She had been in a high-pressure tense environment for some time, on top of the harrowing escape from the previous night and staying up the night before.

Even for a D-level Transcendent, her body was struggling to cope, and a moment of distraction caused intense dizziness to assail her mind.

But behind her, a little hand gently supported her.

She turned around and looked down at Jia Xi, who stood behind her.

She was slightly stunned.

At dawn, Jia Xi had woken up once, then sat on a stool nearby, closed her eyes, and seemed to fall back asleep.

But the stool Jia Xi was sitting on was on the other side of the room.

YiXiya suddenly realized that, as a D-level Transcendent with abilities leaning towards observation and analysis, she had completely failed to notice Jia Xi’s approach.

She had no idea when Jia Xi had appeared behind her.

This was a child not even ten years old.

"It seems I should rest a bit," she said.

After a pause, she shook her head and gently took Jia Xi’s small hand.

She could only assume that her failure to notice Jia Xi’s movement was due to her being overly tired.

She turned back and looked at Sienzi, "So, Elder... "

"I don’t know either."

Sienzi shook his head, "Let’s just do as he instructed for now."

"Yes."

YiXiya lifted her head toward the projection TV that was still broadcasting news and nodded slowly.

—

"Sir,"

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the lavishly decorated office when the solid wooden door was pushed open by a young man in a crisp officer’s uniform, who looked toward the man in the officer’s uniform seated at the far end of the office.

"Is everything arranged?"

The man in the officer’s uniform put down the document in his hand, looked up, and glanced at the young man.

"All the underground smuggling intermediaries have been notified,"

The young man paused, watching the man in the officer’s uniform,

"Sir, why seek out those underground intermediaries? If YiXiya fears being betrayed by the City Defense Army when registering to leave the city and plans to smuggle herself out, wouldn’t it be better to blend in with the Kajet Group’s convoy?

"The Kajet Group’s convoys are exempt from inspection and can bypass the City Defense Army directly. According to my information, most smugglers escape by blending in with the convoys, and there are even specific people in the convoy dealing in this business."

The man in the officer’s uniform looked up at the youth, "Who is safeguarding the convoy?"

"The Mercenary Corps," the youth hesitated for a moment, "Outside the city, it’s the Mercenary Corps, inside it’s the group’s private security firm,"

Immediately, he realized and said with a sudden understanding, "The security company inside the city has people merged with Polluted Monsters, and they can clearly distinguish the pollution Qi on YiXiya.

"Although YiXiya might not be aware of this, once she knows that we might be involved with the group, she might also think of this layer. In that case, she would choose not to use the exempt Kajet convoy, but rather those more troublesome and expensive ’underground intermediaries’."

Then, thinking further, he lowered his head and said, "How long then should we arrange for these intermediaries to be on alert? These people are all slippery customers; at the start, they might act out of fear of our authority and do our bidding, but given time, they may slack off. If YiXiya keeps hiding, avoiding our pursuit while waiting for things to blow over... "

"Soon,"

The man in the officer’s uniform looked back down at the document in his hands, "There will be an excellent opportunity coming up, and she won’t pass it up."

The youth paused, slightly taken aback.

Then, his wrist device vibrated lightly.

He glanced at his wrist device and then froze for a moment, looking at the man in officer’s uniform in front of him with some surprise,

"Sir, there’s a message from one of the underground intermediaries claiming they’ve just received a commission. The client is a woman with a veiled face, claiming she needs to take a child out of the city along with a long box big enough for a person to fit inside and has specifically requested not to use the channels of Kajet Group’s convoy."

He paused, looked again at the information on his wrist device, and continued, "And they need it very quickly, by the night after next. The intermediary told me he thinks the timeline is too rushed and is planning to refuse."

Usually, these intermediaries arrange things several days in advance, and with barely more than a day’s notice, it essentially counts as a rush order. However, not everyone is capable of handling rush orders well.

"The long box could be a coffin, containing Cito’s body," the youth speculated, "And the little girl... "

"According to our investigations, Cito had a granddaughter, not yet ten years old,"

The man in the officer’s uniform looked down at the document in his hand, speaking calmly.

"Is that so?" The youth started, "But why the night after next?"

The man in the officer’s uniform didn’t speak, merely watching the youth’s uniform in silence.

The young man hesitated for a moment, then quickly realized, "City intermediaries can clear a path through the City Defense Army, but they basically have no connections with the Mercenary Corps outside the city."

"The Mercenary Corps will mostly be entering the city the evening after tomorrow, and those remaining will be off duty, not interested in patrolling. They’ll likely stay near their camps, so that will be the best chance for her to slip away undetected. Even if she is discovered, there will be fewer people to stop her than usual."

The man in the officer’s uniform looked at the young man with approval.

At that moment, the young man realized he had successfully made a good impression on his superior and had catered to his superior’s preferences. Suppressing the joy in his heart, he continued to ask, "But did Cito really die?"

"That’s a question for you," the man in the officer’s uniform said calmly as he looked at him, "You were at the scene last night. What did you see?"

After pondering for a moment, the young man answered, "The Director’s power is known to all of us. Last night, I saw with my own eyes the Director’s sword pierce Cito’s chest. Even if Cito killed the Director, he must have been seriously injured. Whether he is dead or not, he must have lost his combat capability,

"Alive, he can’t help YiXiya. YiXiya has to escape to save them both. Dead, YiXiya needs to escape even more. Officer, with your brilliant calculations, you must have anticipated this, which is why you arranged for me to see those underground intermediaries ahead of time."

He looked up at the man in the officer’s uniform, cautiously continuing with his own judgment,

"I’m more inclined to believe he is dead because, even if he were gravely injured, as long as there’s a glimmer of hope for survival, he wouldn’t try to get smuggled out of the city in a coffin. It’s too conspicuous and too easily discovered, and those intermediaries would certainly open the coffin to check the body, since a live person and a dead body have different prices and require different transport methods.

"His trying to disguise himself as a corpse to get out is essentially gilding the lily, an unnecessary move."

"Not bad,"

The man in the officer’s uniform nodded in approval. He looked at the young man’s new uniform and asked casually, "Does the uniform fit well? You were transferred from the Pollution Cleaning Department so hastily that we did not have time to prepare more suitable attire."

The young man hesitated for a moment, then quickly replied, "It’s a little off, but we can adapt!"

"Good!"

The man in the officer’s uniform looked up at him, "Contact that intermediary. Make sure he takes this job. I’m leaving this matter in your hands."

"Yes!"

The young man immediately stood at attention, executing a somewhat imperfect military salute.

Then he turned and left the office.

After he had completely left, the man in the officer’s uniform completely set down the documents he was holding. He glanced at the cityscape outside the window, then pressed a button on his desk, connecting an internal video call.

The image of an elderly man sitting before a chessboard appeared in his view.

"Sir."

The man in the officer’s uniform relayed the information about the intermediary and the young man’s judgment to the elderly.

The elderly man didn’t speak.

After a brief pause, he lifted his hand and removed the black chariot that had penetrated the deepest into the chessboard.

----

Kaye City

In a silent and dim hall, a series of glass containers filled with a white liquid slowly bubbled up, one by one.

These bubbles rose from the bottom of the containers to the surface, breaking with tiny crackling sounds as a faint glow illuminated the center of the hall.

There lay a silver-gray metal box as long as a person, with lines of white light glowing along the pipes running beneath the box.

Then, as if the intricate lines upon the box were old riverbeds lit by a flowing light, the glow converged to form a huge World Tree pattern covering the entire box.

And in the moment the pattern on the box lit up, the once dim bulbs at the top of the hall ignited one after another like a well-disciplined honor guard.

Click—

The tightly sealed lid of the metal box was suddenly thrust open, revealing the nearly overflowing pure white liquid inside.

Thud—

Two muscular hands emerged from the liquid, fiercely gripping the sides of the box.

Next to the box, a floating screen lit up, displaying the image of a little girl in a white dress. Clothing prepared in advance was delivered by robots from all around.

The girl watched outside the screen, her voice as gentle as ever,

"Good morning, Vian."