Life Game In Other World
Chapter 800: Mayor Endir (Request for Monthly Pass)

Chapter 800: Chapter 800: Mayor Endir (Request for Monthly Pass)

"Have we received a response from the Leader?"

In the abandoned factory building, as the morning sunlight spilled through the windows onto the dilapidated cement floor, a muscular, brown-haired man with bandages wrapped around his chest turned to look at the bald man beside him, whose arm was also bandaged.

"No,"

the bald man shook his head, "The Leader might have gone up to the Wilderness again, you know, there’s no signal up there."

With that, he paused, glancing at the others in the room, many of whom bore wounds to some extent, and said in a low voice,

"Actually, you don’t have to worry too much. You’ve followed the Leader for so long, you know he’s an enlightened man,

"And besides, the plan this time was discussed and agreed upon with the Leader’s permission along with those few others, even though you’re the only one who survived. But that doesn’t mean it was your fault.

"Clearly, last night’s attack was long planned by those heretics. They’ve formed an alliance with United Industries, which we didn’t expect. This city is their stronghold, and they are naturally much stronger than us,"

he said, glancing at the bandages on the brown-haired man’s chest,

"And we all saw your fight with those damned heretics last night. Many brothers were able to escape because of your cover. You were also seriously injured. Your injuries are a testament to your valor—visible to the Leader himself."

"I know,"

the brown-haired man looked out of the window at the sky, "but for some reason, I have a bad feeling,"

he turned back to the bald man, "My main concern is not really the Leader, but those heretics."

"Now, although those heretics have a strong presence,"

the bald man immediately picked up the conversation, "they have twisted the doctrines of Eternal Radiance, and they’ll inevitably face Divine Punishment."

"That’s inevitable,"

the brown-haired man nodded, his gaze sweeping across the wounded around him, "But before that final Divine Punishment comes, we need to maintain enough living strength."

"Yes, yes."

The bald man gave a wry smile, knowing his ’declaration of loyalty’ was a bit ill-timed.

"And,"

the brown-haired man turned back to the bald man, "don’t you think it’s a bit too coincidental that those heretic followers are always able to find us? Maybe their control over this city isn’t as strong?"

He looked down, scrutinizing the bald man.

"Sir, you must trust me! I am utterly loyal to the Church!"

The bald man immediately responded, quickly speaking out.

"I didn’t suspect you,"

the brown-haired man shook his head, looking over all the members in the room, "However, we can’t rule out the possibility that the heretics have planted spies among us,"

he turned back, again looking out the window, "Arrange for an hour’s rest, then we leave here. If they find us again..."

Thud... thud... thud...

Before the man could finish speaking, the rusty old iron door began to tremble, and the sound of knocking echoed abruptly in the silent hall.

"Sir!"

The bald man tensed up instantly.

"On guard..."

The brown-haired man looked at the door with some suspicion, then immediately raised his hand, signaling everyone to be on alert as golden glows began to flicker across his skin, outlining intricate patterns.

He quickly walked to the iron door, then gestured to a wounded man closest to the door to rise and open it.

The wounded man hesitated for a moment but slowly got up, placed his hand on the door latch, took a deep breath, and pulled open the iron door.

An elderly man, appearing like a Wilderness Wanderer merchant, stood before them. He wore a brownish café-colored jacket and was adorned with various odd trinkets, with darker skin and silvery-grey sideburns.

He Ao hesitated for a brief moment, intending to scold the Wilderness Wanderer, but the next second, a cry of alarm erupted from behind him, sending shivers of cold sweat down his spine.

"Leader! What brings you here?"

The brown-haired man’s eyes widened slightly, seemingly unable to comprehend the scene before him.

"What, can’t I visit?"

The slightly dark-skinned elderly Wilderness Wanderer flashed a smile as he strolled past the trembling, pale-faced patient and turned to the brown-haired man, "Isn’t there anything here I shouldn’t know about?"

"No, no,"

The brown-haired man shook his head, at a loss for words, and after a pause, he added, "I thought you were still out in the wilderness since we couldn’t reach you."

"My wristband ran out of power,"

The Elderly entered the hall and glanced at the injured men sitting on the floor, "It seems things aren’t going quite well for you now?"

"The Heretics had hidden much of their strength and even allied with the Consortium that controls this city; we were caught completely off guard, so..."

The brown-haired man explained in a subdued tone.

As they conversed, they had reached the center of the hall.

"It’s okay, victory and defeat are all part of the natural order. The Heretics have been building their power here for many years, and they are strong, while we are weak. There’s no shame in losing,"

The Elderly shook his head and looked at the brown-haired man, "I didn’t come here today to chide you for your defeat; I’ve come for two things."

The brown-haired man startled slightly, then quickly said, "Please, go on."

"First,"

The Elderly continued to walk forward, his voice even, "Have you found any clues to the so-called ’Kingdom of God’ of the Heretics?"

"Almost there,"

The brown-haired man replied, "As I reported to you before, we planned to retrieve the wooden tablet last night, but something went wrong. The main hall of the Heretics collapsed last night, and the Inner Church disappeared as well."

"What about the item?"

The Elderly asked calmly.

"None of our people made it out,"

The brown-haired man hesitated briefly before carefully responding, "It seems the Heretics couldn’t get out of the Inner Church either..."

"The Corona of Radiance fell in there as well?"

The Elderly continued to inquire.

"Yes,"

The brown-haired man nodded nervously, "All of us that survived were operating in the outer church; no one knows what happened in the Heretics’ Inner Church last night. The Corona of Radiance may have been lost in there completely."

"Accidents are normal occurrences; don’t worry. There are no perfect plans in this world,"

The Elderly reassured the brown-haired man and then asked, "Now, the second issue,"

He stood calmly in front of the brown-haired man, like a majestic statue,

"Why would you betray the Church?"

At that moment, silence fell over the entire hall, so quiet that one could hear the rushed breathing of the bald man who had followed closely behind.

"What are you talking about?"

Shock etched across the brown-haired man’s face, his chest heaving as he locked eyes with the Elderly, his voice rising slightly with an anger that he struggled to keep in check,

"I have bled and sweated for the Church. If you think I have performed poorly, you can punish me, banish me, or even sentence me to the most severe penalty. I will accept my fate, but I refuse to accept being framed as a ’traitor’."

"So, Lockway that guy, he hasn’t hidden things as well as you, has he?"

The Elderly man rubbed his brow with a somewhat helpless gesture, he sighed, "Child, it was I who raised you by hand, and I don’t want to believe that this is real,"

He watched the brown-haired man, "So, what exactly did those Heretics tell you, to make you so loyal to them? To betray the Faith of the Eternal Radiance?"

After a brief pause, the brown-haired man lowered his head, his heaving chest gradually calming down, "I have not betrayed the Eternal Radiance, I have always followed in the footsteps of the Eternal Radiance. You are a person of unwavering faith, you would not understand the ideals of the Holy See!"

"Is that so."

The Elderly man’s voice grew heavier.

And in that instant, intricate patterns of light covered the brown-haired man’s body, a terrifying Majesty emanated from within him, and he abruptly raised his hand, reaching for the Elderly man’s throat with his claw.

"Leader, be careful!"

The bald man shouted in alarm.

But the moment his voice roared out, an orange gleam had already converged in the Elderly man’s left eye, swiftly covering his eyes and etching a downward triangle embedded with tightly closed eyelids over his light brown pupils.

In that instant, the lines on the brown-haired man vanished as if erased by an invisible hand, and his strength rapidly dissipated.

The next second, numerous golden spears made of converging light appeared behind the Elderly man, shooting through the brown-haired man’s body like streaks of light.

By the time the bald man finished speaking, the brown-haired man had already transformed into a porcupine bristling with golden spears, with countless blood drenched in orange radiance flowing down the wounds pierced by those golden spears.

The brown-haired man looked up, staring at the Elderly man in front of him, his eyes wide as blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

The Elderly man lightly raised his hand, and the golden spears instantly shattered, turning into scattered light that reabsorbed into the Elderly man’s body.

The brown-haired man swayed, riddled with holes, and fell in front of the unperturbed Elderly man.

"Leader?"

The bald man approached cautiously, looking at the Elderly man.

"You did well this time."

The Elderly man nodded lightly, "After this is settled, you’ll be in charge of the Churches in the northwest."

"Yes!"

The bald man nodded excitedly.

Buzzzz—

Just then, a slight buzzing noise came from the Elderly man’s body; he rummaged through his clothes and retrieved a brand-new bracelet.

He glanced at the text on the bracelet, his eyebrows slightly raised, revealing a slightly surprised expression.

"Leader, is there something wrong?"

The bald man, noticing the Elderly man’s expression, hesitated before asking cautiously.

This Elderly man had not shown such a surprised expression even when dealing with the brown-haired man’s betrayal moments ago.

The Elderly man gave the bald man a glance, his face returning to the calm smile he had when he first entered, answering in a gentle tone, "A young girl, who was supposed to be dead, just sent me a message,"

——

Funeral Home

He Ao stared at the two bodies laid out on the mortuary tables, his gaze somewhat lifeless.

"You’re here,"

A gentle voice came from behind, as Vili stood beside He Ao with a watering can, "Where is Miss Lena?"

"She left, she’s hurrying to collect some Supernatural Materials."

He Ao’s gaze slightly returned to focus, speaking softly.

Vili then noticed the two bodies lying in front of them, she paused, not speaking, just standing quietly next to He Ao.

After a while, He Ao came to his senses and looked at the thermos in her hand, "Is your milk tea ready?"

"Um,"

Vili nodded gently and raised the thermos, "Would you like to taste Miss’s craftsmanship?"

"Let’s go."

He Ao turned around and walked out of the morgue.

Vili followed by his side.

Before leaving the morgue, Vili glanced at He Ao.

The young boy, after a brief silence, nodded gently.

Then, Vili reached out and pressed the two cremation buttons corresponding to the positions of her parents’ bodies.

The dark little robot rolled out from the depths of the morgue, and the doors of the morgue slowly closed behind He Ao.

The cold air brushed the boy’s cheeks as they returned to the living room at the entrance of the funeral home.

Vili reached out to take a cup from the cabinet beside her, poured a cup of milk tea, and handed it to He Ao.

"Thank you."

The steaming vapors dispelled a bit of the cold. He Ao reached out to take the milk tea, took a sip, and then his eyes widened slightly.

"How is it? Tastes good, right?"

Vili watched He Ao with a smile, "Uncle Jeko said that my brew tastes much better than his."

"It’s okay,"

He Ao smacked his lips and sat on the sofa in front of the stove, the television still displaying the founding footage of United Industries, "Speaking of which, I didn’t see Old Jeko today."

"The funeral home didn’t open until this afternoon,"

Vili also took a cup, poured herself some milk tea, "Uncle Jeko comes in the afternoon. But I know all the operational processes of this funeral home, so whether he comes or not doesn’t really matter."

"Speaking of which,"

He Ao looked at the young mayor Endir making a speech on the television, "You must know Mayor Endir?"

"Of course,"

Vili took a sip of her milk tea. For her, politicians and big shots from conglomerates who usually appeared only on TV were part of her everyday encounters,

"Uncle Endir and my father were close friends. He helped me a lot after my father passed away. He put in a lot of effort to ensure I could smoothly inherit my father’s legacy."

"I feel like his way of doing things now has changed a bit from the beginning."

He Ao compared the impassioned young mayor on TV with the white-haired, seemingly unambitious old mayor from Yiluo’s memories.

Endir had always been the mayor of Wint City, and it seemed he was always supported by the citizens of Wint, with United Industries showing no intent to replace him.

"Well, perhaps it has something to do with my parents’ passing,"

Vili sighed softly,

"Actually, during the time when my father stepped down from the chairman position of United Industries’ board, which was during my childhood, Uncle Endir used to visit our home often and would discuss matters with my father all night long.

"At that time, Uncle Endir seemed very keen on having my father take over United Industries again. He made a lot of efforts, and my father frequently supported his speeches, until my parents were assassinated."

Vili’s tone paused for a moment, her voice slightly lower,

"That night, uncle Endir’s hair turned white, and after that, he no longer took any radical measures, nor did he attempt to change the way the board of United Industries thought."

"It sounds like he might know the ’truth’ behind your parents’ deaths?"

He Ao took a sip of milk tea and asked softly, "Had United Industries been colluding with the Eternal Secret Teachings since then?"