The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 289 - 282: He’s Not Your Illegitimate Son, Is He? Amelia

Chapter 289: Chapter 282: He’s Not Your Illegitimate Son, Is He? Amelia

"God? More like a lunatic."

Liu Zheng sneered.

Being the progeny of a god only made one top-grade delicacy, coveted by all sorts of forces to be carved up as sashimi.

If one truly became a god, wouldn’t they be constantly chased and nibbled on every day?

Judging from that Dickens’s strength, he didn’t think Yate’s native god had much of a presence in the Metropolis.

Seeing Liu Zheng unmoved, that unknown voice did not sound again.

He walked to the main altar and subconsciously turned his head to look.

Amelia had seemingly anticipated his actions; she bowed her head deeply, revealing only her pale and delicate chin.

"Tsk."

Liu Zheng curled his lip, picked up the thing on the main altar, and incidentally put the skull back.

"Name: Divine Son’s Umbilical Cord (One-time use)"

"Type: Item"

"Quality: Perfect"

"Effect One: Usage grants random mystical knowledge."

"Effect Two: Usage grants a random number of random skills."

"Effect Three: Usage highly likely grants corresponding bloodline."

"Note: The umbilical cord of a stillborn Divine Son, this is an ode to human courage and a proof of human bestiality."

"Can be removed from instance: Yes"

"Warning, the bloodline corresponding to this item clashes with your current status, forcibly using it may lead to unknown consequences."

What a piece, all random gains, purely a matter of luck.

However, the system’s prompt was purely superfluous, this item was specifically requested by City Hall, he had no intention of using it.

"And the clues for the other items?"

Liu Zheng asked after putting away the umbilical cord.

"Didn’t you hear or see anything?"

Amelia asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Heard, yeah, it said eating this could turn me into a god or something."

He replied.

"Aren’t you at all tempted by the notion of becoming a god?"

Amelia was more puzzled.

"Tempted, yes, but there are levels even amongst gods. A shameful god that can even have its Divine Son killed, I’d rather not."

Liu Zheng said.

Although being blasted back by the Red Ghost was also disreputable, at least that Evil God survived until now with the Gospel-enhanced "Blood and Flesh Rebirth."

And the opponent’s Gospel even blew up Mr. Li’s body, somewhat maintaining his dignity.

If he could take the place of that Evil God, he might consider it.

"I will arrange a guide for you who will lead you to collect what you need. However, I still need to decide on the person; you go to the Church workshop to get the Blood Gem first,"

Amelia said.

"All right, oh, I’m returning this."

Liu Zheng removed the hexagonal iron cage from his head, casually placed it on the main altar, and then walked toward the exit.

After he left, a person dressed in a red, two-tone court gown, yet wearing a beak-shaped helmet that covered her mouth, emerged from the shadows.

"Just letting him walk away like that?"

The helmeted figure spoke, her voice hoarse and tone peculiar, but it was still recognizable as female.

"What else?"

Amelia retorted.

"His blood has a very special taste, the Queen would definitely like it."

The helmeted person remarked.

"He is favored by Master Beethoven; are you ready to face Master Beethoven’s wrath if you kill him?"

Amelia said.

"Heh, Beethoven."

The helmeted person’s tone carried a mix of disdain and apprehension,

disdain because those of their heritage had always looked down upon modern humans, apprehension because Master Beethoven’s strength was indeed a threat to them.

After all, he was a man who had once hunted gods, and even at the height of the Tommer Civilization, not many could claim such feats.

And the Moonlight Greatsword he wielded was also one of the mightiest creations of the Tommer Civilization.

"As long as you don’t tell, how would he know?"

The helmeted figure was still not giving up.

"Master Beethoven simply does not wish to disperse his energy, which does not mean he is a fool. We are all old and in need of finding an heir; you’d better not challenge his bottom line,"

Amelia warned.

"Hmph."

The helmeted person said nothing more, but the gaze hidden behind the helmet was still fervent.

The blood of that person was too enticing, so much so that she felt somewhat intoxicated even from a distance.

She dared not imagine how pleased the queen would be to receive such blood.

These inferior humans dared not partake, but their noble lineage held no such reservations.

"If you’re not content, then go ahead and try,"

Amelia suddenly said.

"Hmm? Have you changed your mind?"

the helmeted person asked in surprise.

"No, I just know you won’t obediently comply. However, if you do go, you will have to make a bet with me,"

Amelia said.

"What bet?"

"If you fail in your assassination, then you must take him to Dravania,"

Amelia said.

"Hmm? What are you planning?"

The helmeted person instantly became wary.

"You surely have the Tommer Holy Grail there, don’t you?"

"I don’t know,"

the helmeted person shook their head.

The Holy Grail is a very important ritual artifact in the Tommer civilization, and it must be carefully guarded in Dravania too.

Although she held a high position, her duties did not involve rituals or warehousing, so she genuinely didn’t know.

"There definitely is one. If you fail, you must help him obtain the Tommer Holy Grail owned by Dravania. If there’s a Divine Son’s umbilical cord, you must get that for him as well,"

Amelia said.

"Why are you so good to him? Is he perhaps a descendant of yours and Dickens?"

The helmeted person looked suspiciously at the top of her head.

Having served as a guard and watcher for decades, she believed she understood Amelia better than even Beethoven.

The Great Archbishop of the Blood Healing Church was fundamentally kind-hearted, but definitely not a fool.

For this mysterious foreigner who got involved with the Church’s secrets, it was already a surprise she did not arrange for his extermination, let alone actively assisting him.

"If you think I won’t get angry over someone’s words, then you are mistaken. At times, I can be quite petty. If you don’t want me to loosen the Execution Squad’s leash, then you had better watch your words,"

Amelia spoke calmly.

However, the helmeted person felt a deep chill.

The Execution Squad, a significant branch among the Church Hunters.

This division had a long history, even existing before the "Holy Sword" Hunters were officially established.

The sole target of the Execution Squad was the descendants of Dravania.

The leader of the Execution Squad was a noble who had betrayed Dravania.

With such knowledge of Dravania, hunting its descendants was like taking candy from a baby.

Had it not been for a deal struck between Dravania and the upper echelons of the Blood Healing Church, which restricted the squad’s actions through logistics, recruitment, and territorial divisions, Dravania would have suffered tremendously.

"I apologize for my indiscretion, Respected Great Archbishop Amelia,"

the helmeted person bowed, then drew the Floral Sword from their waist and stabbed their own leg.

Blood, far thicker than a normal person’s, flowed from the wound, soaking into the ground.

"I accept your apology. Go now, I need some quiet,"

Amelia waved her hand.

"Yes."

The helmeted person retreated into the shadows.

After she left, Amelia stood up, cradling a skull in her arms, rubbing her own cheek against the cheek of the skull.

"Instructor Dickens, you can finally rest,"

she murmured softly.

"I will soon join you,"

As she held the skull, pale hairs began sprouting from her hand.