The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 202 - 201: Everyone in your delivery department is seriously ill

Chapter 202: Chapter 201: Everyone in your delivery department is seriously ill

"It has been an honor to fight alongside you, Comrade Commander,"

Captain Maria extended her right hand voluntarily.

"The honor is mine, Comrade Captain,"

Liu Zheng grasped her hand, warm and strong.

The other crew members also came over and shook hands with Liu Zheng one by one.

"We originally thought we’d have to wait in the sewer for countless generations before we’d see the fiery era return. But now, it seems we might not have to wait too long."

Captain Maria said to him.

"I’m afraid I’m not up to such a heavy responsibility."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

He had never thought of bearing anything, of saving anything.

His actions were just for peace of mind.

"It’s okay, we won’t wait that long anyway."

Captain Maria playfully winked.

"Uh..."

Liu Zheng couldn’t help but find some humor in his sadness.

"There’s no need to be sad. Being able to kill pests so satisfyingly before we disappear is already pretty good. The other comrades don’t know how envious they are of us."

Captain Maria consoled him.

"As a reward, we will give you a gift. Perhaps one day, you can take it with you to witness the dawn of the new era."

As she spoke, her figure became fainter and fainter.

Loader Kasichen silently walked into her figure and added some fire.

Then came gunner Kolobanov, followed by driver Dimitri.

The blazing Captain Maria stretched out her arms, and Liu Zheng did not hesitate to give her a hug.

His non-human part screamed, anguished, and howled in the flames, but he seemed oblivious.

"Farewell, Davariushi."

She whispered softly, then disappeared.

Only a Gold Star Medal with a tank emblem in the center, presumably the "Little Kitten," was pinned to his chest.

The driver appeared quietly in the cabin, silently watching where Captain Maria had vanished.

"Don’t really fall for their deception."

He suddenly said.

"Their wish is impossible to fulfill, and their enemies are not just City Hall."

"I’m just a delivery guy, I haven’t thought that much."

Liu Zheng shrugged his shoulders.

"I hope so. It’s rare to find someone who provides some entertainment for me, I don’t want you dying too soon."

"By the way, have you counted the kills yet?"

The driver asked.

"Your Hell Thick Soup killed all the bugs in one go, how could I count them?"

He spread out his tentacles.

"Knew it, you yellow-haired kids are unreliable, forget it, I’ll ask Little Kitten myself."

The driver closed his eyes, seemingly communicating with the tank.

After a moment, he opened his eyes, nodding satisfactorily.

"Not bad, I didn’t give you all those discounts for nothing,"

he said.

"So how many did we kill, exactly?"

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

"Want to know?"

"Yeah."

He nodded repeatedly.

"I’m not telling you. Pay up."

The driver held out his hand.

"Tch."

Liu Zheng scoffed and handed over a stack of money to the driver.

"Goodbye, don’t forget about my uniform."

As soon as the money was in hand, the driver threw him out of the tank and sped off.

"Flips faster than a book,"

Liu Zheng shook his head and then called out loud to the sky.

"Dragonfly Captain, reporting for an audience."

The Red Dragonfly descended in response.

"The competition has been set. This is what it’s about."

He handed the notes he had made to the Red Dragonfly.

Earlier, when sending Niu Ma to deliver fish, he had also let the White Feather Chicken see the notes, and she had agreed as well.

The Red Dragonfly barely glanced at them before memorizing the content completely.

It closed its eyes as if sensing something, then opened them again.

"No problem, the judgment will be absolutely fair and beautiful,"

the Red Dragonfly agreed.

It didn’t need to supervise the process of the two competitors making their dishes; with just one look at the food, it would know whether the competition rules had been violated.

"After the Head Chef’s soup is ready, summon me,"

said the Red Dragonfly.

It could directly drink Guo Koutangzi’s soup, but it could not enter the Bloody Restaurant, so Liu Zheng would have to bring it out.

"Okay. By the way, Honorable Judge, can you order delivery?"

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

"I can, but only my true form can order delivery, do you want me to order something?"

The Red Dragonfly said earnestly.

"Better not to."

He quickly shook his head.

A being like the Red Dragonfly that clearly has close ties with City Hall, its delivery address might just be in some office at City Hall, and only a fool would deliver there.

Liu did not think City Hall would let him make a mess like before.

The competition was Guo Koutangzi’s request after all, so might as well let her order.

"This medal on you..."

The Red Dragonfly looked at the Golden Star Tank Medal and hesitated.

"Is there a problem?"

He asked promptly.

"Not a big problem, since you’re not an employee of City Hall. However, you should be careful if you go to the Garbage Processing Plant; it’s even more noticeable there than a City Hall uniform."

The Red Dragonfly pointed at the Golden Star Tank Medal and said.

"Then I’ll put it away when the time comes."

"Being noticeable isn’t entirely a bad thing..."

The Red Dragonfly hesitated but decided to say more after looking at the notes in his hand.

"If you encounter something indescribable, take it out; it might save your life."

"What’s indescribable?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Indescribable means indescribable. If you could describe it, it wouldn’t be indescribable. Even if there were some way to tell you, you couldn’t listen. You’d be in trouble just hearing it."

"It’s not the filtered version you’ve heard about."

Dragonfly Captain still revealed a bit more in the end.

The version he had heard was filtered?

Liu Zheng thought about it, that must refer to the Gospel.

So, the Evil God corresponding to that Gospel is something indescribable?

"Of course, even in the Garbage Processing Plant, indescribable things are very rare, you shouldn’t encounter them."

"If you do encounter one, don’t think about fighting or communication, just take out the medal and run, the farther the better."

"That’s all I can tell you."

Red Dragonfly said.

"That’s already a lot, thank you very much."

Liu Zheng said sincerely.

Although the Fire Mage should know this information too, the fact that Red Dragonfly was willing to share it with him was a great kindness.

Moreover, regarding the function of this medal, the Fire Mage might not necessarily know it.

After Red Dragonfly flew away, Liu Zheng looked at the medal and decided to wear it.

After all, Red Dragonfly said that as long as he isn’t a City Hall employee, there would be no problem.

And, it’s not guaranteed that there are no indescribable things outside the Garbage Processing Plant, so it’s good to wear it just in case.

He took out the replicated fish head milkshake from the delivery box and sipped it as he walked into the delivery passage.

"I’m back."

Before entering the break room, Liu Zheng didn’t go straight in, but shouted loudly.

"What are you yelling for? The door isn’t closed."

Niu Ma said impatiently.

"Oh."

Then he pushed the door and walked in.

He had no choice, he just got Niu Ma a bunch of rehabilitation products, in case he walked in on it doing something indescribable, he would have to change his eyes again.

Fortunately, Niu Ma wasn’t doing any hoof artistry or the like, but was focused on reading a magazine.

But looking at its expression, it didn’t seem like it was looking at risqué pictures, but rather like it was pondering over some difficult math problem.

"Boss, what are you looking at?"

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

"Don’t disturb me, I feel like I’m about to solve it."

Niu Ma snapped.

"Huh?"

Shouldn’t it be that you’re about to break out instead?

He tiptoed over to Niu Ma, trying to sneak a peek.

But Niu Ma didn’t mind his sneaky action, allowing him to see the magazine’s content.

On the two open pages of glossy paper, the left side featured a Succubus wearing only a daring thong armor, while on the right was a chess endgame.

A chess puzzle.

"Ah?"

Liu Zheng’s eyes widened.

Wait, you’re an erotic magazine, and non-human at that, what’s the meaning of posting a chess puzzle?

Is it really okay to fill pages so blatantly?

And Niu Ma actually got into studying it, looking quite absorbed.

Alright, alright, looking for plots in erotica, seeking risqué images in regular work, embracing a rebellious marketing strategy, huh?

Glancing at his phone, there was still plenty of time, no rush to have Big White Goose do his makeup.

The cooking competition would wait for White Feather Chicken’s notification, DV needed to be addressed while on delivery, and the tutoring was something Nightingale could handle on her own...

Sorting things out one by one, Liu Zheng actually found that he seemed to have nothing to do for the moment.

"I’m actually free now?"

Liu Zheng was shocked.

After the shock, he felt a bit restless.

So he decided to help Niu Ma solve the endgame puzzle.

It took him over an hour.

Until Liu Zheng was awakened by the ringing of a phone, that endgame puzzle hadn’t made any progress.

The ringing phone wasn’t his, but Niu Ma’s.

"What’s up?"

Niu Ma answered the phone grumpily.

Good, judging by its reaction, this call wasn’t from Si Xue.

Liu Zheng quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"It’s for you."

Niu Ma handed the phone to him, then continued to focus on the puzzle.

"The soup is ready, tell Niu Ma to come and get it."

White Feather Chicken said.

"It probably can’t leave right now."

Liu Zheng glanced at Niu Ma and said.

It looked just like an internet-addicted teenager at the moment, asking it to run an errand would either get him a bad beating or a heavy extortion.

"What’s it doing?"

White Feather Chicken asked.

"Uh, studying a chess endgame in an erotic magazine."

"...You delivery guys really are sick, every single one of you. I’ll be there soon."

White Feather Chicken hung up.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the break room door.

Liu Zheng reluctantly looked at the endgame one more time, then got up to open the door.

White Feather Chicken was still wearing that tall chef’s hat, but more eye-catching than the hat was the soup pot in its hand.

It was a red enameled cast iron pot, the handle on the lid a gold dragon, which held a pigeon-egg-sized red ruby in its mouth, obviously exceedingly valuable.

"Stop staring, it’s just for show, not as good as those from the Ultra Flavor group."

White Feather Chicken said.

"I’ll take a dozen of those just for show, please."

Liu Zheng joked.

"Sure thing."

White Feather Chicken readily replied.

"You really have a dozen?"

"They’re wholesale items, a dozen isn’t expensive, just about ten million or so."

White Feather Chicken said.

"I was presumptuous."

Liu Zheng swiftly admitted defeat.

Ten million, if you sold Nightingale, the Mermen, Vampire Sister, and the novelist, it still wouldn’t be enough, you’d have to throw in a Kidney.

"Hmm?"

White Feather Chicken suddenly took a deep breath.

"What did you explode this time?"

It asked.

"Hehe, I’m ashamed to say that I just went and blew up a building."

"One of its floors."

Liu Zheng panted.

"If you’re so fond of blowing up buildings, why not blow one up for me too?"

White Feather Chicken’s eyes flashed as it said.