The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 239 - 237: A Place Even Less Peaceful than the Metropolis

Chapter 239: Chapter 237: A Place Even Less Peaceful than the Metropolis

"Name: Portable Mini Cold Storage"

"Type: Item"

"Quality: Fine"

"Effect: Can store and refrigerate up to about 20 cubic meters of items (limited to ingredients)."

"Note: How many times have I said it, don’t put living things in there!"

"Can it be brought out of the instance: No"

Liu Zheng took the hat and put it on his head.

"If you dare lose the hat, I’ll slow-roast you in the oven,"

the White Feather Chicken threatened fiercely.

"Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of it."

He promised, patting his chest.

How could items that could be stored in the system space possibly be lost?

As for what to do with these items that couldn’t be taken out of the instance after settlement—that was not his problem.

"Come with me."

The White Feather Chicken led him to a knife rack and handed him a sawtoothed butcher knife from above.

Liu Zheng cautiously caught it with all four tentacles and still nearly stumbled.

This sawtoothed butcher knife must weigh at least a hundred pounds.

"Name: Spirit of Self-Consumption"

"Type: Equipment"

"Quality: Fine"

"Effect: Each time the knife is swung, it devours the player’s own flesh and blood, enhancing the attack damage based on the quantity and quality of the flesh."

"Note: A true butcher chops with such vigor that they might even chop off their own leg."

"Can it be brought out of the instance: Yes"

Well, this knife really is...

a perfect match for him!

"Thank you, Napoleon boss."

Liu Zheng said with a beaming smile.

"Hmph, you haven’t completed my commission yet, don’t even think about dying out there,"

the White Feather Chicken snorted coldly.

"Well then, in that case, may I make a small request?"

He asked, pushing his luck.

"Speak."

"Sell me some good wine."

Liu Zheng said.

"Thirty thousand."

The White Feather Chicken stated without even lifting an eyelid.

"No problem."

He also paid the money readily.

"San Huamao, go get bottle number 65731 from the wine cellar,"

the White Feather Chicken ordered.

"Okay, meow."

The San Huamao happily bounded off and then quickly returned.

"Here you go, meow."

It handed the wine bottle it was holding to Liu Zheng.

There was no packaging box, and the bottle itself looked pretty ordinary.

But he believed the White Feather Chicken wouldn’t cheat him in this kind of situation.

Soon enough, the item description that popped up confirmed his thoughts.

"Name: Rusted Iron Bee Venom Wine"

"Type: Item"

"Quality: Fine"

"Effect: Gain ’Severe Poisoning’ status, producing intense hallucinogenic effects."

"Note: This is much more thrilling than eating mushrooms!"

"Can it be brought out of the instance: Yes"

The expression on Liu Zheng’s face was subtle; could this thing be Metropolis’s version of a drug? However, the French Plane Tree, who could even drink Mao Tai that had been contaminated by the Chaos Club, should have no problem with a mere drug.

"You can leave now. Or, would you like to contribute some more ingredients before you go?"

The White Feather Chicken’s gaze was as sharp as a blade.

"Goodbye, goodnight."

Liu Zheng gave the cat another angry rub on the head and then turned to leave under the angry gaze of a human face.

Back in the rest room, Niu Ma looked at the bottle of wine in his hand.

"This bottle is for the French Plane Tree; boss, your body can’t handle it, better not drink something so stimulating,"

Liu Zheng put away the Rust Bee Venom Wine.

"Nonsense, I’m in great health; I could turn you into dumpling filling with one punch,"

Niu Ma retorted angrily.

"Better save your strength for making little Niu Mas. But with this procurement trip of mine, your vacation plans are pushed back again, right?"

He inquired.

"What do you think? Because of you, I have delayed so many things,"

Niu Ma rolled his eyes.

"Well, there’s nothing I can do about it, who made you my big boss?"

Liu Zheng said with a smug look.

"Get lost, just seeing that shameless face of yours makes me angry,"

Niu Ma said, irritated.

"Haha."

Liu Zheng was just about to speak when Ghost Hand crawled in through the movable door panel.

The wound on its back no longer had the molten gold lava, leaving only an X-shaped burn indent.

Although it still looked quite miserable, it was much better than before.

Ghost Hand put down the delivery order but didn’t leave immediately. Instead, it grew a mouth and then spat out a child’s watch with a shattered face.

"Name: Damaged Legendary delivery man’s watch (disposable)"

"Type: Item"

"Quality: Fine"

"Effect: Increases the player’s speed by ten times, lasting for three seconds."

"Note: Don’t talk about whether it’s accurate or not, just say whether it’s fast."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"

Ghost Hand gestured for Liu Zheng to crouch down, then put the watch on his tentacle.

It patted Liu Zheng’s hoof, then turned around with an indescribable smile and crawled out of the resting room.

Niu Ma just watched silently from the side, not saying a word after Ghost Hand left.

There were too many secrets in the Bloody Restaurant, and it neither could know all of them nor wanted to know them.

Liu Zheng picked up the delivery order, looking at its content.

"Meal: A glass of water"

"Customer: Salmon."

"Time limit: Seven days."

There was no address, only the name of the customer. It was the first time he had seen such an order.

This was probably a special order that only Si Xue could arrange.

"Time limit of seven days."

Niu Ma click-clicked in wonder from the side.

"The boss is really generous with you."

It had been delivering orders for so many years and had never seen an order with such a long time limit.

"It’s all for work."

Liu Zheng said some polite banalities.

Although they both knew, it was just a form of investment.

The boss invests a little in you, and later, he recovers tenfold.

Not long after Ghost Hand left, Big White Goose arrived.

This time, it didn’t bring a trolley case but was holding a COS costume.

"Here, this is from the British Minister for you."

It handed the COS costume to Liu Zheng.

"This is from me."

Big White Goose then took out a bottle of perfume from its own feathers.

"Name: Ottawa’s special blend perfume (disposable)"

"Type: Item"

"Quality: Fine"

"Effect: Eliminates the player’s presence for ten minutes."

"Note: The true art of makeup can make the ugly stand out and the beautiful become inconspicuous."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"

"How was the dance?"

Big White Goose inquired.

"Excellent, Big Bro’s craftsmanship is undeniable; those writers were all smitten with me."

Liu Zheng gave a thumbs up with one tentacle.

"It’s mainly because you’ve got a good foundation, I just added a finishing touch."

Big White Goose said modestly, yet with an unmistakable fullness of mirth in its eyes.

"Things are not so calm outside, you need to be extra careful."

It advised.

"Yes, thank you, Big Bro."

Liu Zheng said thanks aloud, but couldn’t help finding it a bit odd in his mind.

The only place more tumultuous than the Metropolis was probably only the real Hell.

After Big White Goose left, he made individual calls to Fisherman and the others.

Since the situation had changed, naturally, the plan had to be adjusted.

For instance, the tasks of protecting the French Plane Tree’s egg hatching, the nightingale and the ama going to the Garbage Processing Plant, or Vampire Sister going to the Du Kang Wine Workshop to buy wine could all be postponed a bit longer, to be dealt with after the seven days.

After making the calls, Liu Zheng let out a sigh.

Without realizing it, he had actually involved so many individuals, and most of them were not even human.

Although many of them were tied by mutual interests, and some were even coveting his body all along.

Still, it was quite interesting.

Liu Zheng couldn’t help but laugh.

"Boss, got any alcohol?"

He asked.

"What for, don’t you have your own?"

Niu Ma said warily.

"Don’t be so stingy, I’m about to leave on a long journey, aren’t you going to give me a send-off?"

Liu Zheng said.

"Hmph, you’ve spent a thousand portions of ’meat’ of mine, and still have the nerve to ask me for alcohol to give you a send-off."

Niu Ma said this, but still took out a few bottles of alcohol from the storage.

"I’m drinking this straight away, you do as you like."

He rolled up a bottle and downed it in one go.

Soon, the alcohol took effect.

The dizzy, sleepy feeling made him fall into a deep sleep, which lasted until the next morning.

It was also Liu Zheng’s seventh day in the instance.