The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 132 This Move is for My Pi Yanzu

Chapter 132: Chapter 132 This Move is for My Pi Yanzu

Smack!

It took a full three seconds before Liu Zheng hit the ground.

He grimaced as he crawled up, his body looking like it had fallen apart.

But looking at the courier, he didn’t seem to fare any better; the bike frame was shaking.

After catching his breath slightly, Liu Zheng kept running forward, and the courier quickly pedaled away.

About two hundred meters ahead, there was another row of treasure boxes.

Since they were all question marks, he just ran straight into the treasure box ahead of him.

The courier made the same choice.

The treasure box shattered, revealing a can of unknown fuel in Liu Zheng’s hand.

The red canister was labeled with the letters "N₂O."

Liu Zheng knew N₂O, dinitrogen monoxide, also known colloquially as laughing gas.

The stuff had a slightly sweet taste, a mild anesthetic effect, and could induce laughter.

Some reckless youths used it as a low-budget addiction; Liu Zheng had even reported on it.

N₂O itself was non-flammable, but as a strong oxidizer, it could be used as a propellant.

The catch was, it was used in rockets or racing cars, but they were racing on foot now.

So what was this stuff for?

Liu Zheng was quite puzzled.

Confused as he was, he still had to use it.

In a props race, props were the most precious resource, and wasting one meant losing part of your chances of winning.

Thinking of the weird whims of this bizarre world, he had some ideas.

But turning this idea into action, even for someone as battle-scarred as he was, still required a bit of courage.

As Liu Zheng hesitated, the courier gave him a push.

A huge slingshot popped out, scooping up the bicycle and automatically pulling back.

Once pulled to the maximum, the elastic band snapped back, releasing the accumulated potential energy in an instant.

The bicycle shot forward like an arrow leaving a bowstring, flying past Liu Zheng’s head and towards the distance.

"Damn!"

He had no choice now.

Liu Zheng gritted his teeth and poured the bottle’s contents into his mouth.

A stream of thick liquid with a special stench entered his mouth, flowing through his esophagus and stomach all the way to his rectum.

Then, with the speed of lightning, a bright blue flame shot out from his rear.

And Liu Zheng’s body uncontrollably surged forward like a race car with broken brakes.

"Fuck!"

His hard hooves scraped two long black marks on the concrete.

And the tail flame he emitted became the most dazzling color on the street.

Liu Zheng had a friend who, because of his love for spice, developed hemorrhoids at a young age.

Eventually, due to unstoppable rectal bleeding, he had to go to the hospital for hemorrhoid surgery.

There wasn’t much pain during the surgery, but in the week after the surgery, Liu Zheng’s friend — oh wait, not Liu Zheng, his friend realized that "a small knife stabbing the buttocks" wasn’t just a metaphor.

But what Liu Zheng was feeling now was much more intense than the aftermath of his hemorrhoid surgery.

The fiery agony of the hemorrhoidectomy was just a description.

Now his hindparts were actually on fire!

In the agony of ascending to heaven and the exhilaration of speeding, Liu Zheng raced ahead several hundred meters in a few seconds, sliding past the recently landed courier.

"Eat my dust~" he laughed, wiggling his buttocks toward the courier.

A meter-long tail flame swept over the bicycle, blackening most of its body and even soiling the labor gloves with black ash.

"Ding ding ding!!!"

The courier furiously rang his bell, frantically pedaling to catch up to Liu Zheng.

"Hahahaha!"

Seeing the courier’s flustered appearance, Liu Zheng felt his buttocks burn less intensely.

It must be said, a props race was far more interesting than a speed race.

"Right, right, almost forgot to use the prop," he suddenly remembered.

He turned sharply, wiggling his buttocks to change direction.

The blue tail flame spat out a few more bursts and then went out.

Riding the last bit of momentum, Liu Zheng clamped his gluteus maximus and shattered another treasure box.

A large magnet appeared in his hand.

"Damn, wasted one."

Liu Zheng was a bit annoyed.

In real-world experience, this magnet was used by lagging race cars to latch onto the car ahead and accelerate.

But since he was the leader, naturally, there was no one to latch onto.

He tried using the magnet on a lamppost ahead, but, as expected, it didn’t work.

Liu Zheng wouldn’t intentionally fall behind just to use the prop, so he could only consider it a missed opportunity.

He couldn’t help but look back and saw the courier picking up a metal shield.

"Haha!"

He laughed.

The shield seemed to protect the holder from an opponent’s attack for a short period of time.

But since he didn’t have any offensive props in his hands, it meant the courier also wasted a prop.

The courier realized this too and furiously pressed his bell several times.

"No wonder your bell is broken, with the way you press it, not even titanium alloy would suffice," Liu Zheng couldn’t help but tease.

Seeming to find some truth in his words, the courier stopped ringing his bell and started pedaling hard instead.

Although Liu Zheng had just advanced significantly using the N₂O fuel, he still had to run on his own, which drained a lot of his energy.

The courier, on the other hand, had been shot forward by the slingshot without moving, so he saved a lot of energy.

So, with his vigorous pedaling, the gap between them gradually closed.

"Having wheels really helps," Liu Zheng remarked, hearing the increasingly close sound of tires on the pavement.

He wondered if he might someday mutate and grow three pairs of wheels.

If that happened, he could attach two metal pairs and make up five sets of load-bearing wheels, enough to masquerade as a tank.

As he whimsically speculated, he also sped up and dashed forward.

"So I ran out of energy, who cares, getting more props is what really matters."

Another row of treasure boxes, and Liu Zheng still went for the closest one.

A yellow banana appeared in his hand.

"Huh, and it’s not even a banana peel."

Oh well, a banana is pretty good too, can add some energy."

He peeled the banana in no time at all and swallowed it whole.

Then, holding the banana peel, he gave the mailman a devilish smile.

"Ding-a-ling!"

The mailman hit the brakes hard, eyeing him warily.

"I’m tossing it!"

Liu Zheng feigned a throw of the banana peel, causing the mailman to quickly turn his bike around.

"Hehe, just kidding."

He snickered and continued running forward.

Lifting his work gloves, he aimed to smash the bike bell.

But he ended up hitting the bike frame next to it, making a clanging noise.

Watching Liu Zheng moving further away, it surged forward, pushing the pedals and aiming for the treasure box on the far right.

Just as it was about to hit the treasure box with its front wheel, Liu Zheng suddenly turned around, flashing a brilliant smile.

"Surprise, mother fucker!"

The banana peel drew a beautiful arc, perfectly slipping under the rear tire.

The mailman was startled, and just as he tried to use a safety shield, he found it had been switched out for a Devil Mask.

Clang!

The bicycle crashed harshly, sparking as it skidded across the ground.

The paint on the bike was badly scratched, and the work gloves were worn down, looking utterly miserable.

However, witnessing all this, Liu Zheng didn’t feel any pity, but instead laughed even harder.

He was no saint; he had no mercy for someone clearly trying to rob him.

Even if they could cooperate in the future, he’d have his fun first.

After all, these weird residents were all about the money; as long as the price was right, they’d be close as can be.

"This one’s for my hide!"

Liu Zheng flipped the mailman the middle finger with his tentacle, then kept running forward.

Seeing his arrogant back, the mailman was so angry it felt like its tires could burst.

The first thing it did upon standing up was to hurl the Devil Mask at Liu.

The Devil Mask disappeared as soon as it was thrown, and then reappeared in front of Liu, letting out a sharp laugh before clasping onto his face.

Liu saw it coming, but it was locked on; there was no way to dodge.

He kept running forward out of inertia, only to find himself moving backwards.

He quickly remembered this prop’s effect, where the user’s sense of direction would be reversed for a while.

That means wanting to move forward actually moves you backward, and left really means right.

Well...

Liu felt like he wasn’t just talking about this prop.

Let’s cut this part out, don’t broadcast it.

But even knowing the effect of the prop, overcoming it was difficult.

After all, a person’s sense of direction is a fundamental aspect of the mind, not easily controlled by superficial thoughts.

So, even as Liu tried hard to adjust his thinking, his speed inevitably took a hit.

The distance he had created with the banana peel was slowly being closed by the mailman.

However, thanks to the earlier boost, he still managed to maintain the lead.

They passed a few more rows of treasure boxes, with victories and losses on both sides.

With his rich experience in prop racing, Liu barely led the mailman by about ten meters.

In the distance, the building sign of "Aladdin" apartment was now visible.

In the middle of the road, there was only one row of treasure boxes.

In other words, the props acquired in this round could likely be the deciding factor.

He frowned.

Because, the treasure box in the middle was black.

This color box had not appeared earlier.

Black often means misfortune and disaster.

But at the same time, black is also a symbol of power and nobility.

To smash or not to smash?

If the stakes were life or death, Liu would not hesitate to smash it.

In this world, without the courage to confront death head-on, you’d only die faster.

But now the stakes are the Legendary Takeout Box.

This item, though powerful, mostly offers long-term benefits and set value.

Losing it wouldn’t cripple Liu like losing the Legendary Armor would.

"Right!"

He suddenly realized.

Since losing the Legendary Takeout Box wouldn’t kill him, that was all the more reason to take the risk.

Caution should mean not easily entering a gamble, but once on the gambling table, one should bring a conquer-all attitude.

Liu clenched his tentacles and charged towards the black treasure box.

The mail carrier, also spotting the special box, desperately pedaled, trying to get there first.

Seeing its determination, Liu became even more resolute and charged forward.

After a few large strides, he finally arrived underneath the black treasure box.

"Time to witness a miracle."

He extended his tentacle, smashing the treasure box with a graceful gesture.

A missile painted with a yellow and black fan-like symbol plunged headfirst into the ground.

Near the missile, a digital screen was counting down.

"3"

"2"

"1"

"Damn it all!"

Liu and the mail carrier both flipped the bird in unison.