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Chapter 1811 Father and Son (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Orange light descended from the sky, almost spreading across the entire heavens, and then rapidly extended forward to the horizon.

Clearly, the Eternal Light is continuously channeling its power into the Underworld from the point it just entered, and is spreading deeper into the Underworld.

He seems to have discovered something and is trying to obtain something from the underworld.

Deep within the underworld, the brilliant sky was also violently distorted, blocking the orange radiance at the edge of the sky.

Clearly, Death does not intend to allow the Eternal Light to continue its journey into the Underworld.

The powers of the two gods were thus caught in a tug-of-war.

He Ao withdrew his gaze from the end of the sky, holding the illusory badge in his hand, and continued to move slowly forward.

The surface of the badge is covered with faint shadows, which are the blank souls of the 'Hell Manager' that have not yet completely dissipated.

Amidst the disturbances of these souls, the surrounding white space is revealing a faint, distorted change.

The 'gap space' in the underworld where He Ao is now is different from what he had expected.

Perhaps because it wasn't the real underworld, there were no wandering spirits in this crevice; there was only a distorted, white scene.

He Ao could almost feel that this space was 'expanding' and extending outwards.

He raised his gaze to the vast expanse of white before him, then picked up the badge in his hand and sensed the changes around him.

As his consciousness sank deeper, he could clearly feel the badge in his hand tilting towards a certain area.

At this very moment, in the instance world, the only gate to the underworld that has been opened is the one in Dawn City; there is most likely another one as well.

Although the Gate to the Underworld in Dawn City was destroyed, another one probably still exists.

The Gate to the Underworld is essentially a spacetime tunnel that connects two places to this narrow space within the Underworld.

Normally, crossing a long distance on land takes a long time, but in the narrow space of the underworld, it's just the distance from one door to another.

Moreover, this crevice seems to lack a precise concept of space and distance because it is not yet fully formed.

In such cases, following the mystical connections can often lead to reaching the destination in a short time.

As He Ao pondered, he slowly moved forward, traversing the vast white space. In that instant, the surrounding space underwent a dramatic transformation in his field of vision.

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Limen Store

A middle-aged man with an upright posture stood in the middle of the cold street, where a thick fog was spreading.

The middle-aged man raised his wristband, glanced at the information and address on it, then turned his gaze to the street sign standing in front of him.

'Palm Tree Neighborhood'

He lowered his head and quickly walked into the block.

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Underworld - Crevice Space
The ancient streets reflect the bustling city, with crowds coming and going on both sides and vehicles flowing endlessly along the streets.

He Ao turned around and looked behind him.

The street behind him stretched out, with towering buildings overlapping and obscuring the space behind him.

The surrounding white expanse seemed like a hallucination, and what he saw now was the reality.

He Ao walked along the quiet street, watching the crowds.

The crowd hurried past him, seemingly oblivious to him, or perhaps not even noticing him at all.

He walked through this bustling city like a 'transparent person'.

Or perhaps, this city is like a holographic image playing in the background, making it impossible to interact with him in any way.

He walked quietly along the road, observing the scene on the street.

Soon, he crossed the busy street, turned into a small alley, and walked into the alleyway.

A quiet forest and villas came into view.

He gazed at the old villa standing amidst the greenery and remained silent for a moment.

That was the mansion that his grandfather left to Hawke.

His 'home'.

This city, Flo, left a deep imprint on Hawke's memory; it was where he grew up.

He lowered his head, walked through the gate, and entered the old villa.

The fallen leaves in front of the villa had accumulated quite a bit, and it seemed that no one had come to sweep them up for a long time.

He has rarely returned here since his grandfather passed away, and especially after Hawke's wife passed away.

The servants hired here have changed from monthly hires to outsourcing to a cleaning company for regular cleaning. Only one or two of the old employees left by the grandfather still live in the villa.

He Ao pushed open the heavy door, walked through the somewhat old hall, and went up to the second floor.

Most of the rooms on the second floor were closed, just as he remembered.

But when he reached the master bedroom on the second floor, he paused slightly.

The door to the master bedroom was slightly ajar, clearly indicating that someone was living inside.

He grasped the doorknob and pushed open the master bedroom door.

The room was quiet, and there was no one there except for the slightly lifted blankets and an open book on the desk.

He Ao walked to the desk and looked at the book on it. The book was titled "What Happened in Dawn City".

This is a book about Dawn City and Christos's policies, published by InnoMedia Publishing House.

Ring ring—

A crisp sound rang out in the empty room.

He Ao looked up at the source of the sound.

That's the master bedroom window, which is currently open. A string of wind chimes hangs on the window, tinkling softly in the breeze.

The door to the dressing room next door was also open. He Ao walked to the door and looked inside.

There were only a few simple clothes hanging inside.

He Ao withdrew his gaze and walked to the bed where the blankets were lifted.

The owner sleeping here doesn't seem to be very honest or diligent; he leaves as soon as he gets out of bed in the morning.

He Ao bent down, reached out, and slowly tidied up the messy bedding.

He looked up at the bedside table.

On the bedside table was a group photo. The mother bent down and gently hugged the smiling boy, while the father, who exuded an air of authority, stood behind the boy, gazing at the camera.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Ring ring—

The wind chimes outside the window tinkled softly in the gentle breeze.

He Ao stood up and returned to the door.

He turned his gaze to the neatly made bed, then reached out slightly and closed the door.

He stood quietly in front of the door for a moment, then slowly closed the door completely.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The master bedroom on the second floor has been where Elian lived since he was born.

Although he rarely returned to live there after his wife passed away and he went to university.

He Ao turned his gaze to the long corridor behind him, then slowly walked forward, downstairs, through the gate, and left the villa.

Soter's character card is called 'City of Loops'.

The power of fate entangled in this card ultimately had some effect.

He took one last look at the villa, gripped the badge in his hand, and left, continuing across the street, following the direction the badge indicated.

Soon, a somewhat old door came into view.

On the door hangs an old sign that reads "Floyd City Cleaning Company".

The lettering on the signboard has faded and is no longer very clear.

A young man was cleaning in front of a cleaning company, chatting and laughing with the older cleaning workers around him.

At that moment, a cleaning truck drove up, and the sanitation workers immediately started the machines around the truck to sort the garbage.

The young man, having no sorting machine to operate, was also left idle.

A gentle breeze stirred the dust on the street, and a plastic bag was blown out from a corner, rolling past He Ao.

Hearing what sounded like the wind blowing through plastic bags, the young man turned around and looked behind him.

Then his body stiffened slightly.

He looked up at He Ao standing behind him, opened his mouth slightly as if he wanted to say something, but then froze in place.

He Ao bent down, picked up the plastic bag from the ground, slowly walked over, and put it into the recycling bin next to the young man.

Then he stood beside the young man, looked at the sanitation workers who were quickly sorting through the trash, and asked in a low voice, "Do you like it here?"

“Great-grandfather left behind a lot of things,” the young man said, standing next to He Ao. He raised his hand and pointed to an old building not far away. “That’s the staff dormitory, just one of them. Great-grandfather bought many buildings back then, and now they’re basically all full. The company is following the instructions he left behind and is preparing to demolish the oldest one and build a bigger, newer building.”

He looked away from the construction worker in front of him. "That uncle is sixty-five years old this year. He always says I should call him 'Grandpa,' not 'Uncle.'"

He paused slightly, turned to look at He Ao, and said, "He doesn't know that you are much older than him."

Then the young man looked away and continued, "My great-grandfather set up a retirement investment fund in the company. That uncle has already paid in for the required number of years, and he can start receiving his pension this year."

“The Federal Social Security Corporation provides pensions, right?” Heo said in a low voice.

“If those employers buy pension insurance for their employees, then yes, they do. You know, in Flo City, Rockwell Energy Group doesn't even buy pension insurance for its most basic employees,” the young man shrugged.

"However, even if you buy it, the pension payout ratio from the social security fund is too low. In Flo, the cleaning company's pension, while not the best, is still considered relatively good."

He paused, then continued, "My great-grandfather will allocate a portion of the cleaning company's profits to the pension fund in a certain proportion to ensure the smooth disbursement of the pension."

“I was wondering why this company’s profits were so low,” He Ao said calmly.

“Such words from you,” the young man turned his gaze to He Ao, then looked at the cleaning company sign beside them, “neither you nor your uncle can understand what your great-grandfather left you.”

He gazed at the somewhat worn signboard. "Every employee of the cleaning company has health insurance, and their families can also apply for a certain level of health insurance subsidies. Moreover, it employs the entire city of Flo, second only to Rockwell Energy Group in terms of employees. These employees are spread throughout every corner of Flo, and they also have their own families."

He turned to look at Heo, "Your fast fashion brand was able to take off so quickly because of these people supporting you; your uncle was able to become a congressman in Flo so easily because they campaigned for him."

He looked away, put his hands behind his back, and watched the people sorting through the trash. “In a sense, your great-grandfather left you a very precious legacy.”

“When I was little,” Heo said hoarsely, also watching the employees sorting garbage.

"My grandfather sold the company to prepare for retirement. He told me that Rockwell Energy Group promised him that they wouldn't easily lay off employees after acquiring the company, which is why he agreed to sell it."
"But as soon as Rockwell Energy took over the company, it began to lay off employees and cut salaries like crazy."

At this point, He Ao paused slightly and continued, "One year, the employees of my grandfather's factory blocked our door, hoping that my grandfather could give them an explanation. At that time, I just thought they were being unreasonable and making trouble. It was their business if they couldn't find a job, what did it have to do with my grandfather?"

"But my grandfather patiently communicated with them, and then one day, he started a cleaning company. When I asked him why, he said he just wanted to start a business again."

"This time, however, he didn't earn a single penny. Instead, he invested all the money he had saved for his retirement. But by then, his father was already doing very well in Irons, so he didn't need his grandfather's money anymore."

"Otherwise, Father would definitely have gone home and had a huge fight with Grandfather."

The young man listened quietly to He Ao's narration, as if he were listening to a long-ago story.

After a long while, he said in a low voice, "Great-grandfather saw farther than any of us."

Then he looked up at He Ao and said, "Actually, I've always wanted to ask you, is it because you saw these things that you allowed the cleaning company to develop completely freely?"

“I’m not as good as you think,” He Ao shook his head and said casually, “I just don’t want my grandfather’s hard work to be destroyed.”

Upon hearing this, the young man lowered his gaze slightly.

“However,” He continued hoarsely, “I’m not as bad as you think.”

The young man suddenly raised his head, as if he had heard something unbelievable, and stared wide-eyed at He Ao, "You..."

“What?” He Ao glanced at him and laughed, “Didn’t I have a youth? Why are you allowed to be young and full of fantasies?”

He turned his gaze to the cleaning worker and said, "Many of the benefits at this cleaning company were actually conceived by your great-grandfather and me. I just never imagined that the company would grow to this size."

The young man slightly opened his mouth, gazing at the aged figure beside him.

It seemed like he was meeting the old man for the first time, and discovering for the first time that the other person was not the same as he had imagined.