The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 290 - 283: Blood Trembles

Chapter 290: Chapter 283: Blood Trembles

"Boss, is it done?"

Xia Kai, who had been waiting for a long time, asked.

"It’s done,"

Liu Zheng nodded.

"Boss is truly the boss, even such a big BOSS can be taken care of,"

Xia Kai gave a thumbs up.

This wasn’t entirely sucking up; had the Grand Patriarch of Blood Healing Church been replaced by him in the last instance, that would’ve been like becoming the mayor of Animal City.

If he could handle characters of that level, why bother with an escape? He’d just run the prison himself.

"Heh heh,"

Liu Zheng shook his head.

A shock went through Xia Kai’s heart—what, did his flattery hit the wrong note?

Or did the boss prefer to keep a low profile and disliked others flattering him?

"You should study more; with your sycophantic skills, you wouldn’t survive the first day in Metropolis,"

Liu Zheng patted his shoulder and then walked outside.

"Boss, is Metropolis your instance world?"

Xia Kai hurriedly followed and asked curiously.

"That’s right."

Liu Zheng nodded.

"What’s the background?"

"It’s kind of a modern setting. But the scope of Metropolis is huge, and the style probably varies in different areas,"

he thought aloud.

The bathhouse street that Red Pig accidentally burst into would be styled in a modern era.

"So, is it very difficult?"

"Heh heh, you’d best pray you’re not assigned to an instance with a Metropolis setting,"

Liu Zheng’s mouth twitched.

Considering the information from Yate and Xia Kai, Metropolis ranks among the top tier of all instance worlds controlled by Hell’s Game.

Of course, because the veteran Xia Kai met had only been through three instances, this conclusion was also a guess.

"What if one is assigned there?"

Xia Kai asked nervously.

"If you’re assigned there, then if you have the chance not to be human, decisively choose not to be,"

he indicated with his four tentacles.

"Uhh..."

Xia Kai swallowed hard, looking at the four tentacles which seemed quite sinister.

Even though his previous identity in the instance wasn’t human either, at least it was Furry; Liu Zheng’s tentacle monster appearance was a bit beyond his capacity to accept.

If he really turned into that, he feared he might lose his sanity in fright.

"By the way, is your world Earth?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Yeah, I’m a bona fide netizen from the northern continent of Hua Country,"

Xia Kai replied with a smile.

"Court Jade Liquid Wine?"

"One hundred and eighty-one a cup."

"What do you play?"

"I play Genshin Impact."

"Mixue?"

"Foot odor flavored milk tea."

Xia Kai responded smoothly.

"Hmm, seems we indeed come from the same place,"

Liu Zheng nodded.

"Yeah. Where are you from, boss?"

Xia Kai tried to cozy up with the question.

"Is that question a bit presumptuous?"

he said with a hollow gaze.

"Ah?"

Xia Kai was taken aback.

Wasn’t it you who asked me first?

"I asked you just to confirm whether we were from the same world or not; no need to know more,"

Liu Zheng stated.

He wasn’t someone who enjoyed socializing; blending in from all sides in Metropolis was merely for survival.

Moreover, after returning to reality, his two main supports, "Blood and Flesh Rebirth" and "Legendary Armor," were gone.

As a precaution to mitigate risk, Liu Zheng also wouldn’t share too much information with Xia Kai.

"Alright then,"

Xia Kai felt somewhat disappointed, but at the same time, he also felt relieved.

If Liu Zheng insisted on knowing his real-life information, he would have no way to refuse.

After all, if Liu Zheng wanted to kill him, he wouldn’t even have the ability to resist.

Of course, if Liu Zheng was willing to ask, it would imply that he was considering developing him as an underling.

Being able to latch onto such a powerful figure would undoubtedly greatly increase his chances of survival.

While Xia Kai was torn between hope and anxiety, the two of them arrived at the door of the Great Cathedral.

"Master Beethoven has instructed me to wait here for the two of you."

A person dressed in "Holy Sword" Hunter gear approached them.

"Are you taking us to the workshop?"

"Yes."

The Hunter nodded.

"Then thank you."

Liu Zheng spoke politely.

"It’s my duty."

The attitude of the Hunter was also very courteous.

Having heard about Liu Zheng’s confrontation with Beethoven, even if Beethoven had not proposed to take him as an apprentice, such a strong fighter deserved his respect.

After all, the Hunter community itself holds strength in high esteem.

Beethoven’s status as the undisputed leader of the "Holy Sword" Hunters was due to his absolute strength.

As for being virtuous and adhering to principles, those were merely sufficient but not necessary conditions.

The Hunter led Liu Zheng down the steps, returned to the central plaza, and then followed a path to the Church workshop.

The workshop covered a huge area, almost not much smaller than the Great Cathedral.

Of course, the workshop only had two floors, whereas the Great Cathedral was stacked upon itself, with an interior as complex as a labyrinth.

"Thank you for your efforts, I will take them from here."

Upon entering the workshop hall, Beethoven approached them.

"Yes, Master Beethoven."

The Hunter tactfully left.

"Have you just been in a fight?"

Beethoven looked at Liu Zheng and frowned.

Although his wounds had healed, Beethoven, who had experienced countless battles, could naturally smell the scent of blood on him.

"Just did some dirty work for Lao Mei."

Liu Zheng said nonchalantly.

"Hmm..."

Beethoven was both tempted to speak and hesitant, struggling to get the words out.

He really did want to show concern for his future disciple and could probably guess that Amelia wouldn’t have anything good for Liu Zheng, so he intended to make some roundabout inquiries.

But since Liu Zheng was so forthright, he found it inappropriate to continue questioning.

After all, his steadfast principle was to not interfere in politics.

With Beethoven’s reputation and strength, once he became involved in the Church’s political affairs, it could easily lead to division within the Church.

"It’s nothing, I’ve already taken care of it. Though her guard looked at me as if he was somewhat..."

Liu Zheng thought for a moment and used a rather precise word.

"Covetous."

"Covetous?"

Beethoven was taken aback and then sank into thought.

"May I have a sniff of your blood?"

He asked.

"Sure."

Liu Zheng pulled out the boning knife and sliced his tentacle, allowing the blood to seep out slowly.

"This scent..."

Beethoven inhaled through his nose and then his expression turned grave.

"I’ve never seen blood like this before, I can feel my own blood trembling, urging me to stay away from you or kill you."

His hand slightly lifted, as if wanting to reach for the Moonlight Greatsword on his back.

"How about another fight then? This time no holding back."

Liu Zheng said casually.

"Combat is a serious matter; do not make jokes about your own life or that of others. A weapon should only be swung to protect oneself and others."

Beethoven shook his head, offering a reprimand.

And he let his hand drop.

"Oh."

Liu Zheng didn’t argue and nodded obediently.

Beethoven was fairly satisfied with his response; most young people with this level of ability would have been insufferably arrogant by now.

Although this youngster appeared flippant on the surface, his essence was still good.

"That guard, he’s probably a descendant of Dravania."

After pondering, Beethoven decided to tell Liu Zheng the truth.