The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 227 - 226 He’s My Man, No One But Me Can Have Him

Chapter 227: Chapter 226 He’s My Man, No One But Me Can Have Him

"Snap!"

With a crisp and forceful snap of his fingers, Liu Zheng began to dance.

Four tentacles surged like waves, yet their movements were robust and forceful, lacking any trace of sluggishness.

"Thud!"

The strong, powerful hooves stomped on the ground, producing sounds akin to tap-dancing shoes.

He advanced with rhythmic steps towards Fei Shibu.

The surrounding black fog rushed towards him but was pushed away.

"Hmm? Ah, I forgot to grant the permissions."

The Black Cat first looked puzzled, then realized what had happened.

It slapped its forehead and then pointed a Quill at Liu Zheng.

Liu Zheng felt as if a valve within his soul had been opened.

The first black character emerged from his body, then the second, the third, the fourth...

Countless words broke free from the shackles of reason, breathing air fresh outside the realm of Liu Zheng’s will.

Initially, these words were black, but gradually, they began to mix with some red.

Eventually, they turned completely blood-red.

The dense fog of black and red enveloped Liu Zheng, as if a thick mosaic had been applied over him.

Within the fog, faint cries could be heard.

There were screams from women, men, insects, and mermaids...

And Liu Zheng’s own scream.

All the pain Liu Zheng had witnessed, experienced, and caused reverberated within his soul, unforgettable even if he himself was unaware.

"Awooo!"

A grand and lofty scream echoed throughout the arena.

Feeling the powerful will behind them, all the novelists turned pale with fright.

As if finding a backbone, all the screams adjusted their rhythms and joined in this agonizing chorus.

The music and lighting of the arena seemed to destabilize under the influence of the grand chorus.

The originally bright and lively accompaniment became intermittent, with key notes replaced by screams.

And the originally colorful laser lights dimmed and brightened, eventually turning solely to shades of black and red.

What was once a joyful dance atmosphere instantly turned into a scene from a horror movie.

Liu Zheng was oblivious to this, as the negative thoughts that had been suppressed and those suppressing him were expelled, he entered a state of incredible lightness.

His light soul guided his light body, ascending towards an even lighter realm.

Dance! Dance! Dance!

Every muscle in Liu Zheng’s body was activated, moving according to their own thoughts.

Yet, their rhythms were unified under one voice.

That voice started small, but quickly grew louder, drowning out the grand chorus of screams.

"Ya! Shub-Niggurath!"

"Meow meow meow!"

The Black Cat’s eyes widened.

The other Platinum Authors also showed surprised expressions.

They could certainly tell that Liu Zheng had heard the Gospel, but they had not anticipated that he could evoke the Gospel in this way.

"Tough skill, let’s join forces!"

A Platinum Author, adorned in a mink coat with gold-capped teeth, shouted.

Including the Black Cat, all the Platinum Authors nodded and then took down their Quills.

As they pointed their Quills, all the black fog became active, breaking down and recombining into various articles.

Then all the articles surged towards the stage, wrapping Liu Zheng completely.

The arena quieted for a moment, then the music and lights returned to normal.

However, all the Platinum Authors knew this was only temporary.

If the Black Fog of the Writer’s Association couldn’t erode Liu Zheng’s Blood Fog, then things were really going to get interesting.

Moreover, this was the normal process of a dance battle, where the black fogs of the authors collided and wore each other down.

The authors experienced pain, but they could also find liberation from their negative thoughts.

And this process was also a refinement of the novelist’s thinking.

As the Dance King who persisted until the end, his negative thoughts were also the most thoroughly eradicated, often allowing him to produce a work that exceeded his usual level after the dance concluded.

But now, there was an unexpected issue.

Who could have anticipated the ferocity of this newcomer’s negative thoughts?

It seemed like an endless black fog surged toward the stage, sizzling like hot oil splashed on a hot iron, turning into wisps of scorched smoke.

Although Liu Zheng’s Blood Fog could not match the authors’ in quantity, with the blessing of Gospel, its texture was surprisingly tough.

As the black fog in the arena diminished by nearly half, only a thin layer had been worn away from the dense fog around him, giving the Platinum Authors a headache.

They had always only complained about authors having too many negative emotions; they had never thought the day would come when they would complain about not having enough black fog.

But utilizing a power outside of the norm could lead to even more uncontrollable consequences.

What to do?

All the other Platinum Authors’ gazes turned toward the Black Cat.

Being able to attend this dance, they naturally all had good relations with the Black Cat.

But as Platinum Authors, they naturally had their own will and temperament.

Although they did not speak, their gazes all conveyed the same message.

"You wanted to develop new blood, so you need to solve this problem, or don’t expect us to support you as vice president."

The Black Cat also received their sentiments and sighed helplessly.

It still had high hopes for this newcomer, but who could have expected such an anomaly?

"I’m sorry, Mr. Deliveryman."

The Black Cat retrieved a monocle from his upper pocket and walked toward Liu Zheng.

What about Fei Shibu? She had already frozen in shock at the side, petrified.

"Wait a minute."

However, just as the Platinum Authors were in agreement and the authors below Gold were silent, a discordant voice emerged from the audience.

The novelist knelt and leapt like a jumping spider onto the stage.

Then, with a swift move, she blocked in front of the Black Cat.

"I won’t allow anyone to hurt him."

The novelist said sternly.

"I understand your feelings, but it isn’t us who are harming him now; he is harming himself, and endangering us as well," the Black Cat said with patience.

There was still a while before the black fog was fully consumed, and it wanted to try persuading the other party.

After all, the novelist was no ordinary individual, and offending her completely would not benefit his future administration of the association.

"I can take him away," the novelist said.

"Don’t be foolish, you should know that once the dance contest starts, it can’t stop unless a winner is decided."

"Even if you take him out of the ’Quill’ club, the Blood Fog on him won’t disappear."

"Moreover, when the Gospel fully descends, it will not be us but the City Hall coming to fetch him," the Black Cat shook his head and said.

"I can mediate with City Hall," the novelist said with pursed lips.

"Even if you can mediate with City Hall, can you also reach into the Bloody Restaurant?" the Black Cat said ruthlessly.

"A half-human, half-Black Mountain Goat Cub makes a useful employee, but a Black Mountain Goat Cub blessed by the Gospel makes the tastiest ingredient."

"I understand all that you are saying," the novelist replied calmly.

Her family background was far more distinguished than the Black Cat’s, and her history was much longer; how could she not understand these intricate matters?

But what of it?

"He is the man I’ve chosen; apart from me, no one else can touch him."

The sawtooth blade arm tore through her wide sleeve, revealing the pale skin underneath.

Arms crossed, blade angled, she faced off against everyone in the association.

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