The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 216 - 215 The Upper Class is Liu Zheng, Liu Zheng is the Upper Class

Chapter 216: Chapter 215 The Upper Class is Liu Zheng, Liu Zheng is the Upper Class

"All set, take another look."

Big White Goose shook off the blood and meat bits from the Bone Saw and placed it into the box.

Liu Zheng looked at himself in the mirror and hardly recognized himself.

The tentacles were still the same four tentacles, the hooves were still those two hooves, but the excess growths on his body had been cut off, the deformed bones and muscle blocks had been corrected, and it hadn’t triggered "Blood and Flesh Rebirth."

Although his non-human features were still obvious, they no longer gave off a vile, eerie, or nauseating negative feel but instead exuded a sunny, classic, and healthy beauty.

It was like a statue of King David, a mixed-blood version of a Black Mountain Goat Cub.

Liu Zheng felt that with his current appearance, if he were to act in a fantasy movie in reality, he would definitely garner a bunch of fangirls and other crowds.

"Truly a masterpiece."

He sincerely said.

"You gotta have some real skills to retire from the Bloody Restaurant."

Big White Goose was very pleased with his work this time, and for once, he did not downplay his abilities.

"Oh, right, I have something good here; want it?"

It winked at Liu Zheng.

"What’s the good stuff?"

He asked curiously.

"This."

Big White Goose pulled out a pink toad covered in juicy pustules from the trolley bag.

"Just smearing a bit of its pus on yourself will make anyone of the opposite sex attracted to you. If you apply enough, even the same sex wouldn’t be able to resist your charms."

"What if I eat it?"

Niu Ma appeared from nowhere and joined the conversation.

"Then any being with a body would have to submit under your pheromones."

Big White Goose said boldly.

"Cough, no need, I’m good as it is."

Liu Zheng quickly waved his tentacles.

Kidding, he’d rather be invisible at the ball; why would he use something that attracted attention?

Moreover, if he dared to use it to tempt fate, the novelist would probably chop him first.

"Cough cough, big brother, I’m actually going to the ball too."

Niu Ma said, face licking.

"Sure, ten thousand per drop."

Big White Goose said.

"That expensive?"

Niu Ma showed an agonized expression.

"Exclusive business, of course, it’s expensive."

Big White Goose said matter-of-factly.

"Then I’ll pass."

Niu Ma sulkily returned to lie down in the hay.

Liu Zheng glanced at him but had no intention of speaking on his behalf.

A drop of essence for a thousand drops of blood, he thought Niu Ma looked pretty feeble; better to nourish his body properly.

"Alright, I’m off."

Big White Goose patted its back as it spoke.

"There’s still time, big brother, don’t rush. Let me give you a Large Massage Technique first."

Liu Zheng offered, noticing its movement.

"You know this trick?"

Big White Goose asked in surprise.

"A little, a little."

"Then I’ll rely on you and enjoy this privilege."

It said with a smile.

After a session of the Large Massage Technique with four tentacles, Big White Goose left satisfied.

"Phew~"

Liu Zheng shook his tentacles.

Despite Big White Goose’s small size, its feathers were harder than Niu Ma’s bones; it was truly hard work massaging it.

"Cough, cough."

A severe coughing sound came from behind him.

"Alas, come here."

Liu Zheng sighed.

"Hmph."

Niu Ma sprawled out and collapsed onto the hay.

After another session of the Large Massage Technique, Niu Ma was also satisfied.

Liu Zheng grimaced, his four tentacles sore as if soaked in aqua regia.

While rubbing his tentacles together, he called the Weaver Spider Mother.

It cautiously crawled out from the shadows soon after.

"Is it this material?"

He took out the luminous silk thread and asked.

"Squeak squeak."

"Boss?"

Liu Zheng looked towards Niu Ma.

"That’s the one."

Niu Ma though impatient, translated anyway.

"Is the length sufficient?"

He asked again.

"Squeak squeak squeak."

"It’s enough."

"Then that’s settled."

Liu Zheng nodded.

If the Weaver Spider dares to fool him, he’ll let it know what flexible ethical boundaries mean.

"How long will it take to finish?"

"Squeak squeak."

"About three days, it will hand it directly to the driver afterward."

Niu Ma translated.

"Okay, then tell it that later."

Liu Zheng said.

"Squeak squeak?"

The tone of the Weaver Spider Mother sounded hesitant.

"Ah, isn’t that necessary?"

Niu Ma mimicked the tone perfectly.

"I think it’s necessary. If you don’t say it, then I will have to discuss with you the uselessness of your shedding shell and how your uncle saw through me when I entered, nearly turning me into a toy."

He said fiercely.

Although being seen through was because of his excessive murderous aura, it didn’t stop him from using that issue, after all, it wasn’t a lie.

"Squeak squeak, squeak squeak."

The Weaver Spider Mother shrank back into the shadows.

"I’ll say it, I’ll say it."

"Hmm. Go on then."

Liu Zheng waved his tentacles.

The Weaver Spider Mother scurried off.

"You kid, getting pretty authoritative now, huh?"

Niu Ma looked at him sideways, his tone subtle.

"Isn’t that what you said, boss? As a delivery department employee, be bolder."

Liu Zheng immediately responded with respectful attitude.

"I the hell never said that, what I said was for restaurant employees to be bolder outside."

Niu Ma glared.

"Close enough, close enough."

He responded half-heartedly.

"Hmph, keep pretending you’ve got power. Sooner or later, you’re going to mess up."

Niu Ma cursed him maliciously.

"Boss, if I mess up, you won’t get your final payment."

"...I was just talking nonsense because I had too much to drink, someone as cautious as you will definitely be safe and live a long life."

Niu Ma changed his tune.

"Heh."

Liu Zheng was about to throw a few more verbal jabs to lighten the mood when suddenly his phone rang.

"Senior, are you ready?"

Upon answering the call, the novelist asked.

"I’m ready."

Liu Zheng checked the time, 6:30 PM.

"Good, then I’ll order right away."

The novelist hung up the phone.

"Oh, right, boss, I forgot to give you the items."

He took out the lingerie and Memorial Medal and handed them to Niu Ma.

"Hmph, I thought you were going to play dumb and keep them."

Niu Ma sneered.

"How could I, boss? You’re way more reliable than a simple medal."

Liu Zheng laughed.

"Save that sweet talk for your lovers."

Niu Ma disdainfully said.

"Also, don’t think just because you’ve gotten close to a rich lady, you can escape the Bloody Restaurant."

It continued.

"Why? Weren’t you also planning to run away, boss?"

"Did you win ’Employee of the Month’ three times?"

Niu Ma retorted.

"Uh, no."

"Then shut up."

Niu Ma despised him.

"Besides, my three ’Employee of the Month’ awards are rewards from the restaurant, the rewards you get are different."

It insinuated.

"You mean..."

"I didn’t say anything."

Niu Ma learned its lesson this time.

"It’s fine, I wasn’t planning on leaving the restaurant anyway."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

"Humph, you’re new here and still find it exciting; wait until you’ve been here longer."

"In the restaurant, you’ll never live a normal ’human’ life."

Niu Ma lifted its eyelids as it spoke.

"Would leaving really allow me to live a normal ’human’ life?"

He disagreed with Niu Ma.

From what he had observed these days, there was no clean place in Metropolis.

"The kind you want definitely doesn’t exist, but there is a relatively stable and safe life or else Metropolis wouldn’t last."

"What you’re seeing now is only what the restaurant allows you to see."

Niu Ma said.

"Can I see the real Metropolis if I leave the restaurant?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"No."

Niu Ma shook its head.

"Then..."

"Everyone sees the real Metropolis."

Niu Ma said meaningfully.

"Oh."

He said nonchalantly.

"No, I’m giving you this significant information, and that’s your reaction?"

Niu Ma was slightly annoyed.

"What Metropolis is like doesn’t matter to me, as long as I can stay alive."

Liu Zheng said calmly.

"Tsk, you humans are always so stubborn."

Niu Ma turned over and ignored him.

Soon, Ghost Hand crawled in from a movable plank.

Liu Zheng didn’t pay it any attention this time; he waited for it to leave before picking up the delivery order.

"Meal: Grilled Fishman Egg"

"Address: ’Quill’ Club."

"Orderer: Novelist"

"Time limit: Three hours"

The novelist really had a deep affection for these specialties.

Looking at the name of the meal, he shook his head helplessly.

Strapping on the delivery box, Liu Zheng walked out of the break room.

He loaded the meal box directly into the delivery box, and the green indicator light turned on.

Good, no problems.

He pondered for a moment, then dialed the driver’s number.

"What kind of vehicle do you need this time? Fast, powerful, or both fast and powerful?"

The driver’s tone was very enthusiastic, probably having already received a notification from Mrs. Spider.

"Is there something more upscale?"

Liu Zheng offered a third option.

"Which kind of upscale?"

Blowing up a floor with one shot or reaching the second cosmic velocity with full throttle can also be considered upscale.

"The kind suitable for attending a salon dance."

He provided a specific scenario for reference.

"Oh, got it. Let’s go with a Platinum Phantom then, the top-of-the-line business vehicle."

The driver said.

"Is the rent expensive?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"That car hasn’t been used for a while, might as well take it out for a spin. Let’s give you a small discount, including my fee as your driver, five thousand in total."

The driver promptly said.

"That’s okay."

Five thousand was still a bit expensive, but considering the help the novelist had given him, it was bearable.

Exiting the delivery passage, a blindingly luxurious extended business vehicle quietly awaited him.

The platinum-crafted body reflected dazzling, enchanting light under the moon, and the headlights, ground from rubies, shone a redder light than a blood moon.

Not to mention the diamond-made rectangular harp grille, and the leather interior of the carriage.

In a word, upscale.

"Small discount?"

Liu Zheng raised an eyebrow at the driver as he rolled down the window.

"Of course, it’s a small discount within my abilities."

The driver emphasized the words "within my abilities."

He smiled and said nothing more.

The car door opened automatically, Liu Zheng entered the cabin, and leaned back against the soft leather seat.

"To the ’Quill’ Club."

His voice was casual, as if he truly was a great novelist going to a salon dance.

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