Immortal In A Death Game

Chapter 175: No Good Deed Goes...

"The... Hospital found you? How?"

Adam waited for the forger to stop giggling at his own joke, and as soon as he was done, Adam sighed and said, "Thank you."

Adam blinked. "How... do you know that?"

the forger clicked his tongue several times.

"Do you—"

The forger cut him off.

Adam’s phone showed an incoming call. The forger chuckled.

The line went dead, and Adam immediately accepted the incoming call.

He nearly dropped the phone from how loud Clementine’s voice was.

Clementine’s voice burst through the speaker. He could also hear Sylvie whispering in the background.

"...Hello?"

"I... don’t," he sighed. Everyone he knew in life seemed to be calling him because of what was happening. "It doesn’t bother me."

Adam could hear Sylvie trying to shush Clementine.

"I can hear you both," Adam muttered.

Clementine groaned, and Adam could hear her stomp her foot.

"It wasn’t planned," Adam said. "It just... happened."

Clementine continued.

"I... didn’t know that."

"That..." Adam glanced up at the RLRD building, and everyone was still running around and seemingly trying to find a way to help him.

"I’ll... think about it. The people here are good to me."

He didn’t really know what to reply to that. And so, instead, he chose to change the topic. "What about Endless Holdings? The police said I own it. And my old apartment building... and the neighborhood."

Clementine sounded almost bored.

Adam blinked. "You own a satellite?"

Clementine went on,

"I don’t know the first thing about running a company."

"Thank you."

And then, the line went dead. Adam stared at the phone for a few moments, then sighed as he slipped his phone back into his pocket.

The Hospital. It would seem they changed tactics, Adam. I suppose it makes sense; you dragged them out into the open. Maybe now they’re trying to drag you back down? Creating this... weird narrative of you eating babies.

Anyway, Adam—they’re right, you know. As much as you like these people, and how you treat them as your friends... if the RLRD doesn’t want you clearing Leaks, then you don’t belong here. Sorry, Adam.

"Hm..." He checked his free status points again... then tightened his grip on the Shion.

If the RLRD intended to restrain him from clearing Leaks, then their partnership wouldn’t last much longer. He walked toward his motorcycle, parked beside Leona’s car.

He remembered their talk as he placed his Shion on the saddlebags, but before he could actually strap it to his bike—

"Adam!"

Sabrina’s voice boomed from the building.

He looked up, and she was waving urgently from the door. After a second’s hesitation, he grabbed the Shion and headed inside.

The moment he stepped through the doors, he felt it—the quiet.

No one spoke. No one even glanced at him. They were all staring at the television.

"What’s going on?" he asked.

Beatrice, who was closest to him, didn’t answer and instead just pointed at the television.

And on the screen was a familiar face.

Grace. The third Grace. One of the women he’d rescued from the smugglers. The other women were there, too, standing behind her as they held hands.

<...not a monster.> Grace’s voice trembled—but did not break.

Oh...? It would seem one of your good deeds is finally paying off, Adam. Bravo.

Grace continued.