The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 186: Does Wearing a Woman’s Head Count as Cross-Dressing?

Chapter 186: Chapter 186: Does Wearing a Woman’s Head Count as Cross-Dressing?

"What is amyotrophic lateral sclerosis?"

Dr. Nile hesitated before asking.

"It’s a disease that, once contracted, causes nerve damage and gradually weakens the muscles,"

Liu Zheng replied.

"Oh, I’ve heard of it, but I can’t treat that disease,"

Dr. Nile shook his head.

"Well, then what disease are you talking about?"

Although disappointed, he was not surprised.

Since amyotrophic lateral sclerosis was merely a chip used by the system to trick him into signing the betting agreement, it couldn’t possibly have been that easy to cure.

"Irritable syndrome."

Dr. Nile stated.

"Oh, you mean that?"

Liu Zheng suddenly said.

"Whether that’s treatable or not doesn’t really matter."

He said nonchalantly.

At present, "Irritable Syndrome" hadn’t really caused him much trouble, as his exceptionally high Spiritual Attribute always helped him keep a shred of rationality.

"Irritable Syndrome" was less a temporary madness and more a means to keep Liu Zheng humane.

"Are you sure? It’s not a good thing to be easily angered in the Metropolis."

Dr. Nile asked.

"If it’s not too troublesome to treat, then let’s treat it,"

"If that’s your attitude, then I actually have another treatment proposal,"

Dr. Nile thought before speaking.

"Oh? What’s the proposal?"

"I can make you contract another disease, one that significantly boosts your strength when you’re angry, even ignoring bodily protective mechanisms."

Dr. Nile explained.

"That’s good, that’s good, I want that,"

Liu Zheng said, elated.

For ordinary people, this is a double-edged sword.

For him, it’s a downright positive buff.

If the body breaks, just let it break; it’ll regrow, maybe even better than before.

"Even though you’re a Black Mountain Goat Cub hybrid, your recovery ability has its limits,"

Dr. Nile kindly reminded him.

"No worries, my constitution is special,"

Liu Zheng said.

From this conversation, Liu Zheng deduced that Dr. Nile’s capabilities were clearly not on par with those of Niu Ma or the head priest of the Round God sect, Garcia.

Because they could tell he had heard the Gospel.

"Alright then, come with me,"

Dr. Nile said.

"Good. By the way, where’s Sasha?"

Liu Zheng followed him while asking.

"I had her lie down in the stone coffin. These past few years, her intelligence has deteriorated rapidly,"

Dr. Nile sighed.

"Actually, low intelligence isn’t necessarily a bad thing,"

he consoled.

In a place like the Metropolis, the more intelligent and sentient you are, the more you suffer.

"I understand. I don’t expect her to revert to the bright little angel she once was, as long as she can look after herself,"

Dr. Nile said.

"Okay, what exactly is that specialty?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"I don’t know either; a patient told me about it, but he only underwent one treatment and then never came back, probably died,"

Dr. Nile said nonchalantly.

In the Metropolis, a sudden death of a sick person is nothing unusual.

Sometimes it’s from illness, sometimes suicide, and sometimes they’re disposed of.

"Not even a single characteristic?"

With no information, how was he supposed to find it?

Considering the vastness of the Metropolis as suggested by that old cowboy riding through the vast Gobi, the cemetery was much larger than it seemed.

"It seems like a plant that looks like a brain,"

Dr. Nile said after trying to remember.

Turning into a mummy also affected his intelligence; the once photographic memory scholar now had a memory that was just about average for a middle-aged man.

"Alright, then I can only say I’ll try my best to help you look for it,"

Liu Zheng said, resigned.

With the abundance of products in the Metropolis, this slight feature was barely better than nothing.

"Thank you. We’re here; climb in,"

Dr. Nile led him to a jar and said.

"Where do I climb in?"

Liu Zheng looked at the jar and asked.

This jar was a bit taller than him, wider at the top and narrower at the bottom, with a smooth surface; it was apparently polished calcite.

Unlike normal calcite, however, its surface was covered with vein-like patterns resembling human blood vessels, complete with both arteries and veins.

There was no opening on the jar, and what should have been the lid had become a woman’s head.

Her appearance was lovely, a low forehead, thick eyelashes, and a bronze complexion filled with exotic charm.

Her shoulder-length short hair had turned into numerous small braids, embellished with turquoise, peacock stone, garnet, Lapis Lazuli, and various other gems and precious metals.

Liu Zheng thought that if he stripped the decorations from her head, there’d be enough to open a jewelry store.

"You open her head and you can climb in,"

Dr. Nile said.

Upon hearing Dr. Nile’s words, the woman widened her eyes, glared at him and made a low growling sound of "ah ah ah."

Liu Zheng noticed that her tongue had been cut off.

"If I may ask, who is she?"

he said.

"Oh, this is my concubine who had an affair with a guard,"

Dr. Nile explained.

"Just for an affair, isn’t that a bit extreme?"

Liu Zheng frowned.

After all, she was a human being, and such transformation made him slightly uncomfortable.

"Had I not found out early, you would have been buying my hanging corpse,"

Dr. Nile briefly explained.

"Then it’s fine,"

Liu Zheng put away his scant sympathy.

"People like you are rarer in the Metropolis than the descendants of our people. How did you survive in a place like the Bloody Restaurant?"

Dr. Nile asked.

"I don’t know either, it’s probably just luck."

He shrugged.

He had a bit of intellect, a bit of ruthlessness, a bit of skill, and a bit of shamelessness.

But overall, it was still about luck.

"Luck is a good thing, may the Sun God Ra bless you."

Dr. Nile nodded.

"Thanks, but I probably don’t fall under the jurisdiction of your god."

Liu Zheng said without any emotional intelligence.

If anyone was to bless him, it should be the system, or at the least, that Evil God who insisted on singing to him.

Plus, if the Sun God Ra were really so protective, Nile’s kin wouldn’t have been wiped out.

"Speaking of which, doesn’t the Bloody Restaurant want mummies? Sasha was originally a human, why was she captured to be used as ingredients?"

Liu Zheng suddenly thought.

"Because there’s a traitor among us."

The bandages on Dr. Nile’s face trembled slightly, showing his anger.

"A traitor?"

"Yes, he’s also a priest and mastered the technique of turning Ra’s descendants into mummies. So, he betrayed us, selling our kin as mummies in exchange for a job at the restaurant."

Dr. Nile said.

"Is he a mummy or a human?"

He asked.

"He turned himself into a mummy a long time ago."

Liu Zheng recalled and hadn’t seen any employees looking like mummies in the kitchen.

If that traitor hadn’t been turned into a dish, he was probably in the customer service department.

"Since we’re talking about that traitor, I have another favor to ask of you."

Dr. Nile said, containing his anger.

"Kill him?"

"Exactly. If you can help me kill that traitor, I’ll upgrade the Dead Revival I promised you to ’Ra’s Favor’, a true resurrection. Even if your ’flesh’ gets eaten completely, you can still revive perfectly."

Dr. Nile said fiercely.

"All I can say is that I’ll remember this."

Liu Zheng said.

A perfect resurrection was certainly tempting, but the difficulty of the task was also very high.

Direct action was definitely not an option, otherwise, the White Feather Chicken would have killed him when he released the mermaid princess.

To kill the traitor, he had to either use someone else’s hand or create an opportunity.

Considering that the traitor was likely in the customer service department, both strategies were immensely risky.

"No worries, this is a long-term assignment, just come find me when you’ve managed it."

Dr. Nile said.

He had waited for many years, a few more wouldn’t matter.

Although he could wait, Liu Zheng could not.

"Shall I begin now?"

Liu Zheng tentatively asked.

"Go ahead, it doesn’t matter if you’re rough, she liked it rough when she was alive."

Dr. Nile generously said.

"Hm..."

But isn’t she technically not dead in this condition?

He shook his head, extended a tentacle, pressed it against the woman’s forehead, then pushed upwards.

Her head tilted back, and a torrent of fresh blood sprayed out instantaneously.

Despite his preparedness, he still got sprayed all over.

But...

Liu Zheng shrugged his nostrils.

This doesn’t smell like blood?

He subconsciously dabbed a bit with his tentacle and tasted it.

Sweet, slightly acidic, like a fermented honey drink.

"Ga ga ga, scared you, didn’t I?"

Dr. Nile let out a laugh like a duck.

"So what the heck is this?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"This is honey beer, I added some red dye to it."

Dr. Nile showed him a pottery bottle in his hand, filled with the same liquid but yellow.

"Of course, it also indeed contains some of her blood and brain matter,"

he added.

"Tsk."

Liu Zheng remained emotionally stable.

From Dr. Nile’s medical treatments, it was evident he was someone with a bit of a sick sense of humor, so Liu Zheng was prepared from the start.

"This is a one-time thing, any more pranks and I’ll turn on you."

He warned.

"Alright, alas."

Dr. Nile sighed regretfully.

Liu Zheng crawled into the stone jar, entering through the jar’s mouth.

Fortunately, the stone jar was heavy enough that it didn’t roll around in a comical mishap.

Although Dr. Nile likely wished for such an incident.

"I’m in, now what?"

He clung to the mouth of the jar and asked.

Behind him, the woman was vigorously spitting at the back of his head.

"Put on the lid, then you don’t have to worry about anything else."

Dr. Nile said.

"Put the lid on?"

Liu Zheng looked totally puzzled.

Not to question whether it was appropriate, but the sizes seemed off, right?

"Don’t worry, her head is specially treated; it’s very stretchable."

"Okay... I guess."

He extended two tentacles and pressed the woman’s head onto his.

As the sensation of compression came, he actually managed to fit her head onto his.

And it wasn’t all dark inside another’s head; Liu Zheng could still see the outside, only it was as if he was wearing ill-fitting glasses, somewhat blurry and dizzying.

"Are you ready?"

Dr. Nile asked.

"Yes."

His mouth opened, but the voice that came out was the woman’s.

"Good, then I’m coming in."

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