Life Game In Other World
Chapter 700: Disrupting the Setup (Super-sized - for Monthly Votes)

Chapter 700: Chapter 700: Disrupting the Setup (Super-sized Chapter for Monthly Votes)

Dawn City • Glorious Palace

"Is the bill ready?"

In front of the spacious desk, Christos leaned on the edge, flipping through the documents in his hands one after another.

"We already have a draft, and after another day and night of work,"

With her hair tied in a silver ponytail, Serle handed a stack of freshly printed documents to Christos, "This is the roughly completed draft, do you want to take a look?"

"Thank you for your hard work,"

Christos reached out to take the documents, glanced at the cover page that read ’Grain Bill Draft,’ and then picked up another document signed ’Federal Bureau of Investigation’ from the table and looked at Serle, "How many people in our congress do you think have accepted ’donations’ from Kajet Group?"

"One-fifth?"

Serle gave the figure they had originally estimated.

"One-third!"

Christos slammed the document he was holding onto the desk.

Serle was clearly slightly startled by the number, and he sighed, "It seems that the Kajet Group is indeed the most ’active’ among all the top large consortia."

"The good news is, because of this ’activity,’ the Mosanto Group hasn’t invested heavily in congressmen. They’ve been comfortably hitching a ride on Kajet’s coattails,"

Christos smiled.

The Mosanto Group is the Federation’s largest grain industry group, and together with the Kajet Group, they monopolize most of the Federation’s grain trade.

As he spoke, Christos took out several thick documents from the pile and handed them to Serle, "However, Kajet Group’s ’aggressiveness’ and ’activity’ may not be such a good thing."

"What’s this?"

Serle received the documents with some confusion.

"These are the consortia, municipal governments, and Federal Central agencies that the Kajet Group has offended in the ’market competition’ over the years."

Christos replied.

"You mean...?"

Serle, looking at the thick stack of documents in his arms, realized something.

"When the wall falls, everyone pushes,"

Christos looked at Serle and picked up the ’Grain Bill Draft’ that Serle had just brought, "One-third of the congress has accepted the donations, and under normal circumstances, we couldn’t push through any law related to grain reform."

He then picked up another document that had clearly been flipped through many times. Its cover was clean, marked only with the letter ’K,’ "But now, that ’old friend’ who ’returned’ has sent us a big gift."

He stacked the two documents together, "Now, there is a chance of success."

Serle knew about the document marked with ’K’. It was the printed version of the information sent over continuously last night by ’K,’ which even he found quite shocking, despite considering himself to have seen much and to be well-informed.

"But if we attack directly,"

Serle placed the documents on the table, "Kajet Group still has room to respond. Although they are overbearing and make enemies everywhere, they are still one of the top twenty consortia in the Federation and have enough resilience to withstand our moves."

"We still lack a heavyweight catalyst, something to ignite all events simultaneously."

Christos looked at the documents in his hands, pensive.

"Unless Kajet Group screws up and produces a piece of sensational news that shocks the Federation,"

Serle pondered, "Otherwise, it would be difficult for us to detonate all the bombs. A snake not killed can lead to future trouble."

They were still missing a nail, a nail that Kajet Group would have to forge themselves to seal their coffin.

Christos watched the document marked with ’K’, "At this point, we can only trust that ’old friend.’

"What did he say?"

Serle asked, curious.

"He asked us to wait till tonight."

Christos turned away, looking out into the quiet night sky through the window.

Serle also looked out following his gaze.

At the far end of the dim night sky, it seemed as if invisible undercurrents were surging.

——

Saint Joen City • West Gate City Defense Army Headquarters

A delicate, alabaster arm brushed across the man’s chest, as if the crisp and sticky sound of breaking lotus root echoed in the man’s ear, "Master, I can’t take it anymore; can we stop for a while?"

"You don’t look like you can’t take it,"

Upon hearing this, the man, who had seemed a bit weary just a moment before, suddenly rolled over, embraced the woman beside him, and laughed.

Ding-ling-ling——

Just then, the urgent ringing of a bell resounded from a bracelet set aside.

With the scent of the woman warm in his arms, the man very reluctantly reached out his hand to pick up the bracelet.

The caller was one of his closest subordinates.

He hesitated for a moment before choosing to answer the call with voice, repressing the anger in his tone, "If you can’t give me a good explanation, you better pack up and scurry back to your hometown."

"Division commander Darn, the Mayor is dead!"

As soon as the other end spoke, it was an urgent voice, "The Kajet Group has a problem! Your guard has been bought off by them!!! Hurry..."

What followed were the sounds of blood gurgling in the throat.

It was as if a wave of cold air had been poured over his head; the man was instantly jolted awake.

Click—

Right at that moment, the door to the room was pushed open, and a man in a military uniform entered the room. He glanced at the man on the bed and smiled, "I apologize for disturbing your fun, Division commander Darn, but the problem has been resolved now, you can continue."

"Bram, you..."

Darn immediately threw the woman in his arms aside and turned to get out of bed.

And in that instant, his body went limp and he collapsed onto the floor, kneeling.

The woman he had thrown off wrapped herself in the blanket and with a slight movement of her feet, landed beside the coat rack.

Barefooted, she stepped on the floor, one hand lifting the blanket to cover her body, and the other picking up a red dress from the coat rack to put on.

She quickly dressed and left the room without looking back.

"Kiss of the Venus,"

the man in the military uniform, Bram, shrugged, "I think you should know about a Transcendent poison that can silence the Talent Sequences within the body. It can be transmitted through certain contacts, so I planted the seed inside this lady, and then passed it on to you."

He reached for his waist and with a swoosh drew out a short dagger etched with purple patterns, "Although your life is a fine sacrifice, Division commander Darn, to be safe, your body will suffice too. I’ll lock down your soul to prevent it from leaving your body too quickly."

"Bram, what are you doing?"

Darn looked at the approaching man in military uniform in alarm. He raised his wristband to make a call, only to discover that it had no signal.

He desperately tapped at the smartphone screen while watching Bram, "We can talk about this, Bram. After all these years of working together, don’t you know me? As long as you pay enough, I can do anything."

"Including sacrificing the entire city?"

Bram raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile.

Darn, lying on the ground, was taken aback. He lifted his head to gaze at Bram, "What are you doing? What are you all doing? Have you all gone mad?"

"See," Bram chuckled, "you’re not willing to cooperate. You’ve done reprehensible things and your hands are stained with blood, yet you maintain your principles at the strangest of times."

He walked over to Darn, raising the dagger in his hand.

"Actually, we could still negotiate..."

Darn’s voice was hoarse.

Bram paused mid-step.

In that instant, Darn’s body suddenly arched, and like a mantis leaping, he spun, extended his arm, and a sharp, lightweight folding knife sprang from his wristband.

He lunged at Bram, aiming for his heart.

Simultaneously, realizing the movement, Bram who had raised his arm suddenly twisted it, the short dagger in his hand twirling around, changing from tip-down to tip-up, and he thrust it forward, while at the same time, his body slid to the side like a snake.

Swipe—

Thud—

The sounds of blades piercing flesh almost overlapped.

"Some sort of item that activates last-minute strength?"

Bram glanced at the short blade Darn had stabbed into his side. He had successfully dodged Darn’s attack with that quick sidestep, whereas his own dagger had accurately punctured Darn’s heart.

Purplish radiance spread from the dagger into Darn’s body.

Even with his power activated, Darn’s final burst of strength was still less than his peak when not poisoned.

"What a pity," Bram sighed lightly, "why did you even bother?"

Darn looked down at his wound, the strength he had last summoned quickly leaving his body, yet he was still trying to slash with the blade in his hand, as if wanting to enlarge the cut on Bram’s body.

He started to speak slowly, his voice raspy and weak, but he enunciated clearly every word, "The Federation has no city defense officers who have surrendered to the Evil God."

The purple glow rapidly covered his body, extinguishing his vitality. The strength in his hands dwindled until it disappeared altogether.

Bram grasped his hand, pulling out the blade that had penetrated his own body, then with one hand on Darn’s shoulder, gave a slight push, and drew out the other hand holding the dagger.

By then, the dense purple glow had already enveloped Darn’s body, flashing rhythmically like breathing, entrapping the deceased soul.

Looking at Darn’s body on the floor, Bram sighed lightly and sheathed his blade, "Each to their own master, after all."

He turned off the miniature signal jammer at his waist, and the moment the device was shut down, his wristband vibrated.

It was a message from one of his subordinates sent to ’escort’ YiXiya.

The message was simple, confirming that the corpse YiXiya was carrying was indeed Cito.

He put down his wristband and turned to walk towards the door.

Now, all obstacles had been cleared away.

—

The quiet night sky carried a hint of coolness.

The Elderly sitting before the chessboard raised his head to glance at the stars above, then lowered it again to look at the chessboard in front of him.

The black pieces in the chessboard were already running low, and the black King had been removed from play.

At that moment, the monitor beside the Elderly lit up, and Bram, in his military uniform, appeared on the screen.

"Are you hurt?"

The Elderly glanced at the bloodstain on Bram’s chest and said calmly.

"A minor issue. It won’t affect the operation,"

Bram shook his head, then quickly continued,

"Sir, Darn is dead, all tactical squads have taken to the high walls as arranged, and most of the officers in the City Defense Army have accepted our bribes. As soon as the news of Darn’s death is announced, there will be chaos in their ranks. The gates are all currently closed, but within twenty minutes, we should have complete control over the four major gates."

"How about the Nolanka Mercenary Corps?"

The Elderly slowly stretched out his hand, removing the black Queen from the chessboard. He then lowered his gaze to the last few black pawns on the board.

"According to the latest news, they are still on their way here without hastening their march."

Bram replied promptly.

"Have they captured the Honor Knight who was with Kroter?"

The Elderly asked softly.

"No," Bram shook his head, "but he’s seriously injured. A wounded C-level is no threat. Moreover, he wasn’t strong to begin with."

Then he looked expectantly out of the screen at the Elderly, seemingly waiting for an order.

The Elderly stared at the empty chessboard before him, suddenly reached out, and knocked over all the pieces,

"Proceed."

"Yes!"

Bram nodded sharply.

The night seemed to grow dimmer at that instant.

——

West City

A small van sped along the narrow road.

The monstrous tentacle beast, having lost all resemblance to a human form, plunged its tentacles into the walls as it scurried through the streets like a giant spider, chasing after the van.

Even for the chaotic West City, this spectacle was beyond ordinary comprehension.

Pedestrians on the street quickly scattered in fear at the sight of the gigantic monster.

A gang member, covered in tattoos, parted the curtains to yawn and peek outside, just in time to see the enormous tentacled spider flash past his window.

He blinked, "Damn, things just got intense."

Then he quickly shut the curtains.

Of course, ordinary people were not the target of the monster, so as long as one hid far away and didn’t do anything foolish, they were generally not attacked.

Meanwhile, the van attempted to lure the monster to less populated areas.

"Auntie, are we going to die?"

On top of the speeding van, a beautiful woman gripped the steering wheel to keep from being thrown out; the ’little girl’ sitting next to her, securely belted in, asked softly in a boy’s voice.

The wind, rushing through the doorframe where the door had been torn off, messed up the woman’s hair and makeup, revealing the less fair skin beneath.

"Are you scared?"

The woman glanced at the ’little girl’ beside her.

"We from Green Olive Street aren’t afraid of death,"

the ’little girl’ shook her head. Her gaze briefly caught a glimpse of a fast-food chicken restaurant flashing by outside the window. She paused, then asked quietly, "Auntie, do you think that’s tasty?"

"Delicious!"

The woman at the wheel nodded emphatically.

She suddenly jerked the steering wheel, veering the van into a nearby alley.

The pursuing monster overshot them but quickly adjusted its course and continued the chase.

In that moment, the voice of a somewhat anxious female announcer came through the van’s radio,

"Dear citizens of Saint Joen City, we’ve just received an urgent notice that the city’s information nexus in East City and North City has been attacked by unidentified terrorists. This attack could lead this city to face a complete internet blackout.

"We have also received news that several major power plants have been attacked. Please, dear citizens, do not panic. Stay calm and remain inside your homes..."

The rest of her words were drowned out by static. The announcer’s voice was replaced by nothing but a noisy buzz.

In that instant, all the displays on the street ’froze’, as if the world had stopped at that very moment.

The network was disconnected...

A thought flashed through the woman’s mind.

It was at this moment that she suddenly realized something.

She looked down at the wristband connected to the car.

It seemed like the car was being automatically driven through remote control.

Almost at the instant she looked at the wristband, an intense pulling sensation came from the seatbelt.

The car had braked hard after losing control!

The woman immediately pressed the gas pedal in an attempt to restart the vehicle.

But by this moment, it was already too late. The massive tentacled monster had already caught up, its huge tentacles piercing into the rear of the small truck like penetrating thin paper.

"It’s over..."

A hoarse, terrifying voice, completely unlike that of a human, resounded in the sky.

The giant tentacles were raised high.

Bang—

That was the sound of something piercing flesh.

The tentacled spider’s body stiffened for a moment, then began to sway violently.

A massive broadsword fell from the sky, plunging into the back of the tentacled spider.

A burly, strong man held the hilt of that broadsword, standing on the back of the tentacled spider. He struggled to maintain his balance, unfazed by the spider’s shaking, then forcefully pulled backward.

The writhing flesh was torn open by the gigantic broadsword, the monster’s body shuddered momentarily, then slowly fell over.

The woman sitting in the driver’s seat was stunned for a moment, still unable to comprehend what happened, when a figure appeared from the other side of the alleyway, standing by her side, "Big sis, are you all okay?"

"We’re fine!"

The woman looked at the figure in front of her.

That was a beautiful woman with long curly golden-brown hair, locking eyes with that face, the woman let out a long sigh of relief.

In reality, her ’appearance’ was almost identical to that of the woman’s, except her makeup made her look colder, akin to a corpse.

This kind of makeup would surely raise suspicions in daylight, but at night, especially under the insufficient lighting of the streets in Saint Joen City, it could almost pass for real.

"Thank you for your efforts. I’ve prepared a car for you. When the time comes, just hide inside it. No matter what happens, do not come out."

YiXiya reached out to unbuckle the woman’s seat belt.

"Alright, is this the ’trap’ you guys set up?"

The woman nodded, then asked with some confusion.

"Yes,"

YiXiya nodded.

"I thought the auto-drive had failed because the network was down."

The woman let out a long sigh of relief and smiled.

"That was an accident as well, we didn’t even expect it to happen just when the network went down."

YiXiya answered.

It was indeed that last sudden brake, resembling a network outage, which lowered the monster’s vigilance and increased their chance of a successful kill.

The woman turned around to embrace the ’girl’ who had unbuckled her seatbelt and get out of the car—the front passenger door couldn’t be opened because it was too close to the wall—and then she glanced behind YiXiya, "Didn’t Jia Xi come?"

"No, she has another task to attend to."

YiXiya stepped aside to let the ’woman’ and ’girl’ get out of the vehicle.

These two were not her friends, but rather Jia Xi’s ’friends’.

One was the boss of an ice cream shop in Green Olive Street district and the other was a boy from the same district who claimed to have been saved by Jia Xi once.

As for the body, it wasn’t actually the body of an elderly man but was disguised by the corpse of Night Hawk.

Their original plan had been to find a ’body double’ and then hire a talented makeup artist or face changer to create the disguise, followed by the crafting of a fake corpse. However, they had conveniently met that highly skilled ’makeup mortician’.

The difficulty of the entire operation was significantly reduced due to the presence of the makeup mortician.

However, contacting the makeup mortician was something the funeral parlor guy had done after the ’elderly man’s’ plan was set in motion, so YiXiya was also not certain whether the makeup mortician was also part of the elderly man’s plan.

"We must act quickly."

After the woman and boy had left, the man wielding the broadsword finally jumped down from the monster’s corpse, his upper body almost entirely drenched in blood. Looking at YiXiya, he said,

"The key the Mayor gave me is the highest physical authority key. They must be tallying the items by now, and if they discover that the key is missing, they will definitely strengthen their security. It’s better to take advantage of the chaos to open the door now."

"Okay,"

YiXiya nodded, glancing at the time on her wristband, "Let’s go."

They were now very close to the West City Gate.