The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 125

Chapter 125: 125

Liu Zheng swallowed and pushed open the grand door.

At this moment, he hoped all the guests in the private room were women, and if not humans, at least female.

Otherwise, given his current appearance, the outcome would undoubtedly be extremely gruesome.

Unfortunately, Liu Zheng’s luck wasn’t always that good.

Upon entering, he saw four men seated around a dining table.

An old man, a child, a fat man, a thin man.

They hadn’t noticed Liu Zheng’s arrival, as they were engrossed in devouring the food on the table.

A female deer in a waiter’s uniform.

Its large, bulging eyes were now dim and lifeless, and the neatly ripped uniform revealed the flesh beneath.

Each of the four had their own preferences.

The old man chiseled open the deer’s skull, scooping out its brain tissue with a spoon, little by little.

The fat man sawed at the deer’s limbs with a steel saw, crunching the bones and flesh together before swallowing them whole.

The thin man used a small knife to slice the deer’s tender meat and briefly grilled it on the alcohol burner before taking big, juicy bites.

Meanwhile, the child sat aside, coldly watching them share the deer, a mocking smile on his face.

Soon, the deer that weighed at least over two hundred kilograms was devoured by them, leaving only scraps.

That was when they finally noticed Liu Zheng.

The old man, dressed in traditional Chinese attire, showed him a kind smile.

The fat man, dressed in court attire, sneered at him disdainfully.

The thin man, in a tracksuit, looked at him expressionless.

And the child, in dinosaur pajamas, frowned at Liu Zheng as if remembering something.

"Meat."

"Go get us some meat."

"We want fresh, sweet meat."

The three said to him in unison.

"What kind of meat do you want? Prepared how?"

Liu Zheng asked.

His voice was calm, seemingly unaffected by the ghastly and nauseating scene he’d just witnessed.

But then again, it made sense, as a few days ago it was he who lay on the dining table.

The deer was torn apart only in body, whereas Liu Zheng had been dismembered for "flesh."

"We want your meat," the fat man said creepily.

"That’s truly a pity, then. My flesh isn’t fresh, it’s been through over a dozen hands."

Liu Zheng said without changing his expression.

Since he entered the instance, he had indeed undergone Blood and Flesh Rebirth about a dozen times.

And in between, he had experienced several significant mutations, which, from another angle, could indeed be considered very un-fresh.

Not pure and natural, at the very least.

"We can give you a tip," the old man said gently.

"What do you want? Wealth?"

The thin man pulled out a thick stack of bills from his tracksuit pocket.

From the thickness, it had to be at least forty or fifty thousand.

"Status?"

The fat man produced a document from the inside of his court attire.

At the top, it read, "City Hall Security Department Temporary Employee Appointment Letter."

The name slot was blank.

By signing it, Liu Zheng could become a respected City Hall employee, with a strong department at that.

"Power?"

The old man’s back sprouted huge bat wings, and his mouth grew fangs glinting with a red glow.

Turns out he was a Vampire.

And judging from the span of his wings, he was at least a Viscount.

With his first embrace, Liu Zheng would be guaranteed to acquire the "Vampire Bloodline," improving his strength yet another level.

"Do you know Emile?"

Liu Zheng asked, seizing upon a thought.

"Emile..."

The old man paused.

"I think I’ve heard that name. My progeny, my youngest offspring."

He murmured to himself, the bloodlight in his eyes flickering intensely.

"Where is Emile? Where?"

The old man asked anxiously, though his gaze didn’t fall on Liu Zheng.

"She heard you were taken by the hospital and has been worried. She’s been saving money for you," Liu Zheng said.

The story of the Blood Father being captured, resulting in Emile not inheriting wealth and having to work and save money, was logical.

"She is a good child; I want her to seal my coffin when the time comes."

The bloodlight in the old man’s eyes gradually subsided.

"Tell Emile the safe’s secret is my birthday plus the six decimal digits of pi."

His lips trembled slightly, and the piercing high-pitched sound directly resonated in Liu Zheng’s brain.

"Get out, I don’t like you. I have no need for your service."

The old man shouted, then spread his wings, shielding the fat man and the thin man.

"What are you doing?"

"Have you lost your mind?"

The fat man and thin man asked, puzzled.

"His brain is too dirty. I don’t want to eat it," the old man declared.

His bloodlight began to flicker again.

???

Liu Zheng’s face was covered with black lines.

Who the hell are you calling dirty? Whose brain is dirty?

His mind was full of green, fresh, pollution-free stuff, okay?

Like the novelist’s chest, the Vampire Sister’s chest, the nightingale’s chest, and the Security Department’s...

*Cough*, essentially, it was originally empty; there was no dust to stir.

No dust, so how could it possibly be dirty?

This was slander, pure and simple slander.

Of course, considering the old man was trying to help, Liu Zheng didn’t sue him.

"I think he’s quite clean."

"His tentacles seem very flexible," the fat man said, eyeing Liu Zheng’s tentacles as drool almost dripped from his mouth.

"Actually, I’ve been irradiated, and my tentacles mutated. If you eat my flesh, you’ll also mutate," he warned them.

"It doesn’t matter."

"We don’t care," the fat man and the thin man replied, undeterred.

Alright then, trying to scare these odd residents with mutation really lacked impact.

After all, they lived atop a massive source of mutation.

"Then don’t blame me for being rude."

Liu Zheng pulled out a teething stick and the Golden Finger.

"Tendaros Hound!"

The fat man and the skinny man were both startled, their indifferent eyes fluctuating just like the old man’s.

And the old man was scared to the point that his Blood Light surged violently.

But soon, they calmed down.

"You could try throwing it and see if it summons anything."

The fat man said with a cold laugh.

"Hm?"

Liu Zheng frowned slightly. Had his invincible teething stick suddenly stopped working?

"A Tendaros Hound can only come out from an angle less than 120 degrees."

The old man explained.

"But aren’t there sharp angles everywhere here?"

He looked around and casually spotted seven or eight sharp angles.

"This room is an illusion; try taking off your eyes and looking again."

The old man sighed and said.

Liu Zheng stared at him for two seconds. Sensing the old man wasn’t joking, he decisively gouged out his own eyes.

Everything vanished along with the arrival of darkness, but soon a miraculous scene appeared as the darkness faded away.

A giant fireball silently burned in the distance.

Although Liu Zheng could only see a dark shadow, the heat was almost enough to melt him.

And beyond the fireball was boundless white space, both within and beyond his field of vision.

Only beneath their feet was a blue planet the size of a house.

Liu Zheng strained to look down and seemed to see towering skyscrapers and a satellite ready to launch on the planet below.

Looking elsewhere, he thought he saw the Great Wall, the Tibetan Plateau, the East African Rift Valley...

Could this be Earth?

Just as Liu Zheng had this thought, the miraculous scene before him vanished again.

He blinked, returning to the luxurious private room.

Turns out his eyeballs had regrown.

"Do you understand now?"

The old man asked.

"I understand, but not completely."

Liu Zheng shook his head and then nodded.

"Since you can regenerate, then cut ten tentacles, ten hooves, and ten jin of prime meat, and I’ll let them let you go," the old man said again.

"No, take it away, keep it and eat forever."

The fat man said, salivating.

"The restaurant won’t let us take it away."

The skinny man shook his head.

"Then eat as long as we can."

The fat man said.

"Could you give me some face?"

The old man spoke.

"Who are you?"

"Why should we give you face?"

By the expressions of the fat and skinny men, it seemed they were genuinely unaware, not mocking, of who the old man was.

"I am..."

The old man opened his mouth and then fell into confusion.

"Right, who am I? Do you know me?"

He asked Liu Zheng.

"You are Emile’s Blood Father, and she’s waiting for you to return."

Liu Zheng said.

"Right, Emile."

The Blood Light in the old man’s eyes trembled again, barely managing to regain a bit of clarity.

"I can’t go back. To escape the hospital, I paid almost the same price. Go, you go."

He said with a wry smile, his bat wings spreading open violently.

Countless blood chains shot out from the wing membranes, binding the fat man and skinny man.

The fat man sawed furiously with a steel saw, and the skinny man desperately cut with a small knife.

The chains broke one by one, only to be replaced by new ones.

"Get out, you’re not fit to serve me, I don’t want to see you in this box!"

The old man roared.

Upon his command, Liu Zheng immediately rushed towards the door.

The fat man and skinny man grew even more ravenous, emitting frantic yells as they quickened their pace in cutting the chains.

Soon, the old man’s chain-producing speed could not keep up with their rate of destruction.

The vampire collapsed on the floor, his skin and hair aging tenfold, becoming like a mummy.

The fat man and skinny man broke free from the chains and cheered as they rushed toward Liu Zheng.

Their speed was extremely fast, covering the distance in just two strides.

However, Liu Zheng wasn’t slow either.

With the old man having delayed them for so long, he had managed to reach the doorknob.

Seeing the fat man and skinny man closing in, he made a show of about to throw the teething stick.

The two instinctively stopped in fright, and Liu Zheng hurriedly pulled open the door.

Outside was the sweet air of the free world.

"Bye-bye now!"

He waved his hand, ready to step through the doorway.

"Meat!"

"Come back, my meat!"

The fat man and skinny man cried out, spewing semi-digested meat slurry from their seven orifices.

The old man showed a relieved expression.

Vampire life is very tenacious; as long as Emile remembers him, he still has a chance to break free from this unending nightmare.

"What a farce."

A childish yet indifferent voice rang out.

Everyone present was taken aback.

They all looked towards the corner of the room, where the boy in a dinosaur pajama suit looked at them with scorn on his face.

At this moment, whether it was the old, fat, or skinny man, or even Liu Zheng, they all remembered that there was indeed a fifth person in the box.

"You amused me, so you can die now."

The boy in pajamas said.

As his words fell, the old, fat, and skinny men rapidly melted in front of Liu Zheng’s eyes.

Their last expressions were of fear, anger, sorrow, and also joy.

In the end, all that remained were three piles of intestines.

The boy in pajamas bent over, picked up these intestines, and then stuffed them into his mouth to slowly chew.

He didn’t bite through with each bite, but continued to stuff them down his throat one by one.

By the time he reached Liu Zheng, all of the intestines had entered his own.

"I remember who you are now; your intestines look even nicer than last time."

The boy in pajamas reached out his small hand, caressed Liu Zheng’s abdomen, and smiled.

Liu Zheng remembered too.

When they last met, the boy was wearing a panda pajama suit.