The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 300 - 293: Self-Abuse is Nowhere as Happy as Being Abused

Chapter 300: Chapter 293: Self-Abuse is Nowhere as Happy as Being Abused

"What is that thing? Let me have a look."

Liu Zheng followed the Hunters eagerly, shouting as he ran.

"Uh..."

The Hunter Captain turned amidst the chaos to look at Andrina.

Compared to Chief Hunter Beethoven, their relationship with Grand Patriarch Amelia was closer.

"Nothing forbids speaking of it."

Andrina said.

The true secrets of Old Yate had already dissipated with that great fire, and there was nothing left that couldn’t be talked about.

"It’s an orc that mutated for some unknown reason after the Pale Night, growing several times larger and gaining the ability to release flames."

"It’s harassed us several times already, and each time we’ve driven it off with great difficulty,"

the Hunter Captain said.

"Why didn’t you report it to the Church?"

Andrina asked.

"We did report it, but it seems it has no intention of leaving Old Yate, so the higher-ups told us to just keep observing for now."

The Hunter Captain replied.

As they talked, the group reached the other side of the bridge.

At the somewhat ruined city gates, the Church Hunters were confronting a gigantic Beast.

This Beast was beyond recognition, devoid of fur, with only dry, burnt skin, and its facial features were reduced to a charred mess.

Only two rows of white teeth were showing, struggling to breathe.

"Hey, isn’t this the charred orc?"

Liu Zheng said excitedly.

"Yes. It seems to have mutated, just like that cannibal wild boar."

Andrina confirmed after comparing.

"No problem, as long as its burnt skin doesn’t fall off."

And since it got bigger, the area of burnt skin increased, shouldn’t they award it a bonus or something?

"Clang clang!"

The helmet man couldn’t wait to knock on his own head.

Clearly, he was eager to express his gratitude to Liu Zheng.

"That weapon of yours doesn’t seem quite suitable, though,"

said Liu Zheng with a vacant look.

Being eager to fight was good, but with the helmet man’s weapon design, there wouldn’t be much of the charred orc’s skin left after the fight.

Understanding his point, the helmet man immediately stuck his two Hook Spears into the ground and then raised his fists.

The fists, large as casseroles and still clad in Iron Gauntlets, looked very persuasive.

"No rush, let’s negotiate first,"

Liu Zheng said, waving his hand and stepping forward.

"So, let’s all take a step back. You give me your skin, and I won’t beat you up, sounds fair, right?"

"Roar!"

The response he got was a hoarse roar, along with a stone hurled his way.

"Negotiations failed, commence assault,"

Liu Zheng shattered the rock with his sword, then pointed forward.

The helmet man charged forward like an unleashed wild dog, his red cape fluttering in the wind.

"Huh? When did this guy get a cape? Trying to mimic a person, pah!"

Liu Zheng said with dissatisfaction.

"Hey you, go on,"

he nodded at Xia Kai.

"Ah? Me?"

Xia Kai’s face showed an expression like a catfish spirit.

This guy looked even tougher to deal with than the cannibal wild boar; going up against him would be like serving himself up on a platter, wouldn’t it?

"What are you afraid of? I’m just telling you to get a ringside experience, not to actually fight. Of course, if you’re brave enough, go stab it twice – it’ll do you good,"

Liu Zheng said.

Only by daring to wield a sword against someone far stronger can one carve out a chance for survival from an apparently hopeless situation.

Just as he would not have made it to today had he not dared to threaten and negotiate with a strong opponent capable of crushing him with ease.

"Oh, okay, hehe."

Xia Kai mustered the courage and charged forward.

Of course, he didn’t get too close, planning to assess the situation first.

At the very least, he needed to understand the charred orc’s moves. With his great ascension on the horizon, dying to an unknown AOE would be an indignation not even Mengpo Soup could help him swallow.

"Lady Andrina, do you need our assistance?"

The Hunter Captain asked.

"No need, just stay on alert,"

Andrina shook her head.

She too was curious how much ability this Suffering Church’s remnant seed had.

The helmet man leapt up, vaulting over the gate of Old Yate, his arms pressed together above his head, and smashed down like a mallet towards the charred orc.

The charred orc too rose to its feet and, mimicking the helmet man, raised its arms to smash down.

"Aow!"

After a dull thud, the charred orc let out a strange cry and retreated backward.

Its thin long arms trembled uncontrollably, while the helmet man landed as if nothing had happened.

Clearly, the charred orc had come off worse in the exchange.

The helmet man turned and thumped his chest towards Liu Zheng, and despite not being able to speak, his pride was written all over his face.

"What are you proud of, huh?"

Liu reproached.

"Dang?"

The helmet man tapped his head, bewildered.

"You’ve torn up its skin; if Napoleon gives me trouble over this, I’ll skin you first,"

He pointed to the charred orc’s arm and said.

The burnt skin there was cut open by the hard gauntlets, revealing the dry-wood-like flesh inside.

The helmet man’s head hung in dejection, much like a child scolded by parents.

However, having grown up in the Suffering Church since childhood, he hardly interacted with people outside the church and was indeed much like a child at heart.

Though sometimes he was a brat.

"Aim for its head and go for a one-hit kill, you understand? This isn’t a competition, what’s with trying to score a few points?"

Liu spoke irritably.

"If you don’t do well, I won’t take you to Carcarens Academy,"

He threatened.

"Dang dang!"

The helmet man shook his head frantically, then banged his head forcefully, the sound so loud that the onlookers feared he would knock himself unconscious.

"Scared now? If you’re scared, then perform well for me. You’re out here to work, not to frolic,"

Liu said.

The helmet man quickly nodded, then suddenly turned around, crisscrossing his arms in defense.

The charred orc’s claws struck his gauntlets directly, sparking a shower of sparks.

Bending at the waist and lifting his leg, the helmet man delivered an upward kick aimed at the charred orc’s chin.

Despite his cumbersome and odd-looking gear, his body was unexpectedly agile.

The Iron Boots connected solidly with the charred orc’s chin, the strong force causing it to stagger backwards unwillingly.

However, given this perfect opportunity, the helmet man did not pursue his advantage; instead, he quickly retreated backward.

A puff of black ash floated down from the sky, settling on the earth as if it were the remnants of embers from a fire forty years prior.

The helmet man looked at his arms and chest where the robe had been unknowingly burned through, revealing several large holes and the armor underneath.

The armor plates had turned slightly red, the high temperatures searing the flesh within, much like a hot griddle.

Just a touch of the black ash felt as though he had been roasted in a furnace for ages.

The pain was simply...

Exhilarating!

Though the helmet man had tried self-immolation, the pain of self-harm couldn’t compare to the joy of being tormented by someone else.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The helmet man raised his hands, banging on his helmet excitedly, and like a fanatical fan, he lunged towards the charred orc once more.