Life Game In Other World-Chapter 71 - Dawn Please Favorite Follow and Vote for the Monthly Ticket
71: Chapter 71: Dawn (Please Favorite, Follow, and Vote for the Monthly Ticket)
71: Chapter 71: Dawn (Please Favorite, Follow, and Vote for the Monthly Ticket)
The two types of energy met in an instant, briefly producing five different glimmers before the bundle of energy rapidly exploded and dissipated, vanishing all at once.
Unable to fuse?
Was it not the right time yet?
He Ao pondered for a moment but didn’t continue to try again; instead, he ate while carrying on with the exercise routes outlined on the third page.
Although he already had Regit’s foundation-building as a base, the area of the body covered by the third page was much larger than the first and second pages, so it took significantly more time.
It took nearly eight hours for He Ao to ‘half-fill’ his torso and legs.
Of course, during those eight hours, he also had to help people find books, assign tasks to volunteers, and handle various job-related issues, which extended the time needed.
He Ao estimated that if he focused solely on cultivating, it would have taken around six hours.
By this time, his physical condition had improved from 16(40) to 16(50).
To this extent, continuing his cultivation made it quite difficult to further enhance his physical condition.
50 was a bottleneck; breaking through it would mean reaching E level, but failing to do so would keep him stuck at F level indefinitely.
It was now closing time, and He Ao watched the volunteers who had helped organize the books leave one by one before briefly cleaning up the library.
Around nine in the evening, he returned to the front desk.
Then he looked at the book “Dauntless Dawn” on the desk, thought for a moment, found a plastic bag to put the book in, carried it in his hand, and then picked up his cane.
He left the library.
The two youths who were watching the library entrance quickly got up and followed him.
After following him for a while, they suddenly saw He Ao turn into an alley and lost sight of him, so they hurriedly chased after him.
Bang, bang—
Fists the size of sandbags came at them head-on, knocking both unconscious.
He Ao crouched down and casually pulled up their sleeves.
The fierce crocodile tattoo appeared before his eyes.
“Crocodile Gang.”
He casually picked up a bracelet from one of the youths, which required a password to unlock.
So he waited a bit, as he had controlled his strength well, ensuring they wouldn’t be knocked out for more than ten minutes.
As the two started to come around in a daze, they found an elderly man with silver hair crouched in front of them, smiling and watching them.
The two shared a glance, preparing to get up and run.
He Ao casually picked up a chunk of concrete from the ground and crushed it into powder with a snap.
The two were immediately petrified on the spot, staring at He Ao.
“There’s no need to run, I won’t kill you,” He Ao said with an icy smile, “Tell me, who sent you?”
The two felt a shiver in their hearts at He Ao’s smile.
Despite his words about not killing anyone, he seemed like the sort of person who had a history of violence.
“Old man, we’re just errand boys…”
The slightly older youth swallowed hard and began to speak slowly.
After some interrogation, He Ao confirmed that these two were indeed just errand runners, clueless about anything significant.
Their only task was to follow He Ao, report what he took, what paths he took, who he met, and so on.
However, He Ao also extracted a confession about their petty thefts and muggings of the elderly—common occurrences among gang members.
He casually mentioned a couple of things, and the two spilled everything.
So he found a rope, had the two tie themselves up, and made a call to the police to turn themselves in.
Then he carried his plastic bag and made his way home with the help of his cane.
He wasn’t keen on dealing with the police, as Regit had not done anything wrong, but his past gang affiliation was troublesome.
These underlings never knew the important stuff; in the end, it was essential to catch a big rat.
The Crocodile Gang.
He Ao chewed over this term in his mind.
The Crocodile Gang was a gang founded by Najia.
Back in the day, Najia had been taught a harsh lesson by Regit and held a grudge against him.
As Regit’s reputation in the gang rose by the day, Najia, as Regit’s ‘enemy,’ gradually became marginalized and eventually left the gang to become a wandering nobody.
At the time, the then-rising Regit didn’t pay any attention to Najia’s later moves.
The last time he heard about Najia, he had cozied up to some big shot in the east of Aston District and started a small gang called Crocodile Gang.
After that came the story of him being ambushed, leaving the gang, and going into hiding; after which, Regit never heard from Najia again.
He Ao stood in front of his house, triggered Super Memory, and in a fleeting second, scanned every detail of the corridor.
There were no hidden cameras.
He unlocked the door and entered the house.
The current time was 9:40.
If it hadn’t taken extra time to interrogate those two young men, he should have been home by 9:10, which was about the same time he arrived home every day.
Clean up, organize.
He Ao lay in bed, further cultivating his skills, thinking about how to break through the bottleneck of 50.
The higher he got, the less efficient he became at absorbing energy.
Even as Dawn approached, the energy he drew into his chest was hard to channel into his body as the energy already absorbed would overflow, hindering the new energy from entering.
Of course, as these energies burst forth, the energy dissipating from his chest also slowed down.
But what use was that if he couldn’t absorb energy anymore?
Just then, as if recalling something, he flipped out of bed.
He had experienced this situation before; in the main world, he had managed to activate the energy hidden within his body by triggering Super Memory, which prevented Dawn’s energy from dissipating.
This meant one thing, when the body’s energy was ample, it would create an inward ‘pressure’ inside the body, and under the influence of this pressure, the escape of energy would be blocked.
But this pressure had its limits and remained within He Ao’s body without entering his chest.
If there was just a bit of energy, their impact would be minimal, managing only to stop the dissipation.
However, if the energy was abundant, the pressure would be strong enough.
He Ao’s body was now like a sealed glass container filled with air, and his chest was like a balloon inside this container.
The energy inhaled was like the air blown into this balloon.
As more air was added, the balloon expanded, compressing the air inside the glass container, hence increasing the pressure on the balloon.
What if the air being blown into the balloon wasn’t just air, but two incompatible types of gas?
There would always be a pressure value at which the two gases would start to merge.
He hurried downstairs and rummaged through all the food in the house.
He tasted each one and found that animal meat products contained the most energy, followed by plants, and then synthetic amino acids and carbohydrate products.
He arranged all the food according to their energy content.
Then he sat in front of the window, gazing eastward.
When the first light of Dawn rose in the east, he fiercely stuffed the food beside him into his mouth.
