The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 221 - 220: Only Someone with a Dark Mind Could Come Up with This Plot

Chapter 221: Chapter 220: Only Someone with a Dark Mind Could Come Up with This Plot

His former boss, Dodge, was not a good man, and he loved to exploit his employees.

But Liu Zheng couldn’t understand why Dodge would target his wife and daughter, especially since he never even asked for a raise.

With a belly full of questions and rage, he began to investigate his former boss, Dodge.

Finally, after almost exhausting his savings over the years, he located Dodge’s address and prepared his manpower and weapons.

But Liu Zheng didn’t act immediately; he chose to wait nearby for three days.

Three days later, on the very day that brought him immense pain each year, he led desperados hired from the Old City District and stormed into Dodge’s villa.

Empowered by the conviction for revenge and his racial abilities, Liu Zheng was incredibly powerful.

The security guards whom Dodge had hired for a hefty sum could not stop him.

At last, he broke into Dodge’s secret room.

His entire family was hiding inside, huddled together.

"Dodge, do you remember me?"

Liu Zheng removed his hood and loudly demanded.

Once Dodge saw his face clearly, he knew he was doomed.

He begged pitifully for Liu Zheng to spare his family, only to be met with a cold laugh.

"You ask me to spare your family, but who will spare mine?"

Liu Zheng raised his gun and blew apart the heads of Dodge’s wife and son.

Then, he turned his gaze to Dodge’s daughter.

The girl was wearing a delicate dress and was very pretty, just like a little princess.

If his own daughter had grown up, she would surely have been even more beautiful and healthier.

Thinking this, the rage in Liu Zheng’s heart grew even fiercer, and wisps of venomous flame burned away his sanity.

He grabbed the girl, tearing her dress to shreds.

"No!"

Dodge screamed.

"Shut up!"

Liu Zheng knocked him to the ground with a punch and then chopped off his limbs with a machete.

"I will make you suffer tenfold the pain I endured!"

Liu Zheng howled.

He shot through Dodge’s head.

But just as Liu Zheng was about to shoot Dodge’s daughter, his pupils dilated to the extreme with horror.

Because he saw the fox-ear birthmark on the girl’s chest.

A birthmark identical to the one on his wife’s chest, the proof of bloodline.

As Liu Zheng trembled, trying to speak, the already dead Dodge suddenly slammed his severed hand with the ring into his forehead.

A laser shot through Liu Zheng’s throat and burned away his vocal cords.

Then, four more lasers shot out, severing his limbs just as he had done to Dodge.

"Good girl, finish him off, kill this murderer!"

Dodge spoke loudly, the liquid flowing out of the wound in his head was not blood, but something like engine oil.

A satisfied smile spread across his face, the dramatic irony of a father being killed by his daughter as an enemy was indeed thrilling.

The girl obediently picked up the machete and slowly walked towards Liu Zheng.

At that moment, her eyes held no innocence or fear, only hatred and fury, just like Liu Zheng.

Her young hand raised the machete and then swung it down fiercely.

As Liu Zheng’s head fell, his heart was utterly empty, filled only with intense sorrow.

"Fuck!"

When Liu Zheng awoke from the dream, his first instinct was to curse loudly.

That was just too damn disgusting; one must have a very dark psyche to imagine such a plot.

"How’s the taste of ’Extreme Joy Begets Tragedy,’ Mr. delivery man?"

The Black Cat asked with a smile.

"I just want to know, is this a docudrama?"

Liu Zheng asked with a somber face.

"Describing it as a docudrama would be underestimating ’Extreme Joy Begets Tragedy.’ If I absolutely have to classify it, it’s more like a case file,"

Black Cat replied.

"I think documentary would be a better fit, except the people in it don’t know they’re the actors,"

he said with a cold laugh.

"You’re not wrong there,"

Black Cat said, spreading its paws.

"How many cups of ’Extreme Joy Begets Tragedy’ does the club produce a year?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"I’m not sure about that, since I’m not with the club. But I guess there must be several hundred,"

Black Cat said after some thought.

"That’s quite a lot,"

he said with a smile.

Several hundred cups of "Extreme Joy Begets Tragedy" represent the fates of thousands of people and families manipulated and shattered.

"For the Metropolis, that’s not many,"

Black Cat stated calmly.

"Even if they weren’t chosen by the club, they would still live miserable lives. Besides, the club does bring them benefits."

"Like the cup you’re drinking from, without the club’s assistance, the protagonist definitely wouldn’t have any offspring."

"So, they should be grateful for the club’s benevolence then?"

Liu Zheng’s tone was thick with sarcasm.

"I know it’s hard for you to understand this logic, but that’s the Metropolis for you,"

Black Cat looked at him with sympathetic eyes.

The Five Virtues are indeed powerful, especially for those like them who thrive on the power of words.

But the Five Virtues are also a curse, as those who possess them are either assimilated by the Metropolis or swallowed by it.

So, this delivery man must have been living a tough life all along.

With this thought, Black Cat no longer craved the word "Faith."

"True to the Metropolis,"

Liu Zheng nodded his head slightly, not saying anything more.

He had to meticulously prepare even to blow up the "Sunshine" pet shop, so this "Quill" club was obviously much more upscale, with the backing of the formidable Writers’ Association behind it.

In the face of insufficient strength, he also wouldn’t misuse his own kindness.

Deliberate targeting was out of the question, of course, but if it was convenient, Liu Zheng wouldn’t mind causing some trouble for the "Quill" club.

What if he happened to deliver food there?

As everyone knows, disputes over takeaway food are a specialty of the Bloody Restaurant, an experience one must taste.

"Alright, I’m going to go through the next steps now. If you need anything, just tell Miss Fei Shibu, and put the expenses on my account."

"So then, I’ll see you both later."

The Black Cat took off its hat, giving a slight bow, then tossed the hat into the air.

Immediately after, it disappeared along with the thrown hat.

Liu Zheng withdrew his gaze and looked towards the novelist.

The latter was still staring in the direction where the hat flew off, her eyes filled with loss, yet also expectation.

"What’s wrong?"

He asked knowingly.

"Senior, will I ever become a great writer like it?"

The novelist asked, pursing her lips.

"You will, you will become an even greater writer than it,"

Liu Zheng said without hesitation.

"At least, in my heart."

Remembering the "trust" character on his stomach, he added another line.

"Pfft~"

The novelist couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

"Senior, you really are someone who can’t tell a lie,"

she said softly.

"It’s not entirely impossible. The fact that you were so good at writing short stories shows that you have a foundation in writing. It’s just that your thinking hasn’t transitioned to novels yet,"

"and didn’t I give you that editorial insight? That should help, right?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Yes! It’s been incredibly helpful."

The novelist nodded vigorously.

"Then that’s good. But why are you so set on writing a novel?"

He asked curiously.

"Only in the realms of poetry and novels can a narrator emerge. Since I obviously can’t make it in poetry, I can only try writing novels,"

the novelist replied.

She didn’t explain what a narrator was, nor why she wanted to become one.

But this much was enough.

Liu Zheng didn’t want to know more; he just needed to know that the novelist’s pursuit wasn’t just a whim.

"What if I provide you with the story outline and Chapter framework, then you use your own words to flesh it out? Would that work?"

He pondered and said.

"That won’t do, senior,"

the novelist shook her head.

"If I just wanted to be a Golden Writer, or even a Platinum Writer, that would be fine,"

"but to become a narrator, I can’t use those methods,"

she said.

"I see..."

"If you want to get into it quickly, though, you could try writing fanfiction,"

Liu Zheng thought for a moment and then suggested.

"Fanfiction?"

The novelist looked puzzled.

"No way, is the development of your online literature still so primitive?"

he said with a touch of helplessness.

Looking embarrassed, the novelist replied,

"Fanfiction is a work created on the basis of the original work. For example, the Fool we met earlier, if you were to write a novel titled ’Starting Off by Beating Up Amon, Not Even His Monocle Could Save Him’ based on his ’Amon and His Monocle,’ then your book would be a fanfiction of ’Amon and His Monocle,’"

Liu Zheng explained.

"I see,"

the novelist had an epiphany.

She was aware of similar creative methods, but Metropolis hadn’t yet coined a specific term like "fanfiction."

"Fanfiction, because it borrows existing characters, plots, and storylines, is much easier to write than an original work. For someone like you with sufficient literary foundation but lacking in novel thinking and aesthetic, it’s perfect to start with fanfiction, learning to write a novel as a baby learns to walk,"

he continued explaining.

"I see. It’s just that in Metropolis, writing fanfiction could be a bit troublesome,"

the novelist first expressed delight and then voiced her concern.

"What’s the trouble? Do you have to share the profits with the original author?"

"If it were just about sharing the profits, that would be fine. For writing fanfiction, you also have to contribute some of your own words to the original author,"

"It doesn’t matter much if the goal is just to be a Platinum Author, but if one aims to become a narrator, then those kinds of flaws are unacceptable. Because those words that have been shared, even if you killed the original author, can never be taken back,"

said the novelist, her voice tinged with a murderous aura.

"I see. But what if the original author doesn’t want it?"

Liu Zheng inquired.

With the novelist’s resources, she should be able to persuade some original authors to relinquish that right.

"That won’t work; it’s one of Metropolis’s rules. Unless the original author rejects it from their soul, ordinary threats and temptations are ineffective,"

the novelist stated.

She naturally had ways to prompt such a profound refusal, but those were extreme measures.

To cause a rift with other members of the Writers’ Association just to write a piece of fanfiction wasn’t worth the loss.

"Then copy mine,"

Liu Zheng said straightforwardly.

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