The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 333 - 315 Why Are You Pretending?_2

Chapter 333: Chapter 315 Why Are You Pretending?_2

Andrina spoke up.

"Hmm?"

Liu Zheng looked towards Xia Kai.

"Boss, it’s true. That woman summoned a bunch of big-headed dolls that screamed, buzzing our heads."

Xia Kai hurriedly replied.

"Hmm, okay, as long as you got the item."

He nodded.

"I have already discovered the truth about Yate’s Beastification Disease, and the mastermind behind the scenes will arrive soon, my battle with Him will determine Yate’s fate."

Liu Zheng said to everyone.

"What can we do for you?"

The hunter from Gunpowder Workshop looked shocked, and Yula, the Machine Gun Hunter, struggled to contain his excitement.

"Leave this place immediately, so you won’t be affected by our fight."

He said.

"If I don’t return, then you help protect him and those people in the Suffering Church."

He pointed towards Xia Kai.

"The Gunpowder Workshop will fulfill your trust until the last drop of blood."

The hunters from the Gunpowder Workshop solemnly saluted Liu Zheng.

"Boss, I don’t have much of value. But you might find this useful, take it if you don’t mind."

Xia Kai fiddled with his neck, awkwardly pulling something out of the system space.

Liu Zheng took it and saw it was a big head photo of a fat-headed man with an IQ-impaired smile.

"Name: Brother Hu’s photo (one-time use)"

"Type: item"

"Quality: excellent"

"Effect: After use, shout ’All Eyes on Me,’ and all enemies within five meters will undergo a will check, if the will check fails, their current action will be interrupted and they will gaze at the player for one second. If there is only one enemy in the range, then it will definitely take effect."

"Note: I declare one thing, I am an idiot!"

"Indeed useful, I’ll take it."

He nodded, tucking the photograph into his pocket.

"Internet Great Factory Complete Guide to Corruption" and "Special Action Team Exclusive Cluster Shock Bomb" were both used up, he indeed was in need of such strong control items at the moment.

"As long as it’s useful to you, hehe."

Xia Kai breathed a sigh of relief.

As friendship turns into enmity, being able to help a little bit eased his heart a lot.

"In that case, I’ll rush back to the church to report the information to the Grand Patriarch and dispatch hunter teams to assist you."

Andrina said.

"It’s too late for that. Besides, even if they come, they might not be helpful, they could create more chaos."

Liu Zheng replied frankly.

Albert had almost made it clear, behind Blood Healing was the Moon Demon stirring trouble.

When the blood moon rises, all the hunters of the Blood Healing Church will turn into Beasts, even he might not be able to handle it.

"How could that be?"

Andrina wanted to argue but was stopped by Liu Zheng’s motion.

"If you need to report, go ahead; we all have our duties to fulfill. Now, hurry and leave this place, I feel that fellow is about to arrive."

His expression was stern as he spoke.

A feeling of being watched made his skin crawl, and his hair stood on end.

"Let’s go, let’s not trouble the boss any further."

Xia Kai led the way out of the academy.

The Gunpowder Workshop hunters exchanged glances, saluted Liu Zheng, and followed Xia Kai.

Feeling helpless, Andrina had no choice but to follow the group.

"Clang!"

Only the helmet man tapped his head, indicating he didn’t want to leave.

"You’d be helping me by taking the Twisted Saint away; otherwise, when the Moon Demon takes over him, we’ll all be in big trouble."

He said in a deep voice.

"Clang! Clang!"

The helmet man tapped his head again, turning away somberly.

"By the way, the Twisted Saint has suffered enough, don’t use him as a charger anymore."

Liu Zheng remembered to instruct.

"Clang!"

The helmet man tapped his head once more, his silhouette looking even more somber.

After guessing they had left the academy’s area, he turned and headed back to the Observatory.

"The Moon Demon can hardly wait any longer."

Albert said, his back to him.

"If he’s that eager to find death, then I’ll oblige Him."

Liu Zheng said coldly, drinking the gender-changing potion.

After a burst of heat and tingling, his body gradually transformed.

The originally protruding pectoral muscles became more rounded and bouncy, the thing below retracted, and even the nails on the hooves turned pink.

"Goodness, this gender-changing potion even comes with a manicure."

He was somewhat speechless.

"What a beautiful woman. Want to see what you look like now, young man?"

Albert asked.

"Forget it, I’m afraid I might fall in love with myself."

Liu Zheng decisively refused.

"Here he comes, good luck, young man."

Albert raised his cane to the ground, his whole body enveloped in white mist, then he disappeared.

"Old man, running pretty fast."

He cursed and then turned around.

A man in a wheelchair emerged from the mist.

He wore an old top hat, a dark red scarf around his neck, and donned the hunter’s outfit.

The man looked very old, with white, brittle hair sticking out from underneath the hat brim, his face covered with wrinkles, looking even more aged than Albert, but his eyes still shone brightly.

"Hello, young hunter."

The old hunter lifted his chin and greeted him.

"Old man, who are you?"

Liu Zheng inquired bluntly.

"They call me ’First Hunter’; you may also call me ’Gelman.’

"The old hunter said.

"Oh, you’re the guy Lao Bei was talking about."

"Lao Bei?"

Gelman seemed puzzled.

"That’s Beethoven."

"’Holy Sword’ Beethoven, it feels like it’s been ages since I last heard that name."

Gelman rolled his eyes, seemingly recalling everything associated with that name.

"If you can’t remember, then don’t bother, I’m afraid your brain might crash later. Tell me, what are you here for?"

Liu Zheng cut off his reminiscing.

"Among the generally savage hunters, you’re the rudest one I’ve ever seen."

Gelman glanced at him and said.

"Then you haven’t seen enough. Hurry up and get to the point, or I’m throwing your wheelchair into the lake."

He urged.

"My master needs me to unite with you and beget the Divine Son."

Gelman declared.

"Huh? Old man, you really are old but not cold. With your condition, even a hefty dose of the Little Blue Pill won’t get you standing,"

Liu Zheng mocked.

"It seems I really need to teach you what is called hunter’s manners."

Gelman slowly stood up from the wheelchair, then pulled a weapon from the folds of his cloak.

A faint mechanical sound followed, as a metallic hilt and curved blade joined to form a huge scythe.

"Tonight, Gelman joins the hunt,"

he whispered.

Moonlight illuminated the blade of the scythe, as well as Gelman’s eyes.

A powerful aura burst forth from him, surging toward Liu Zheng.

The air filled with a bloody, sticky scent, a presence even more overpowering than Beethoven’s.

This was the strength of the First Hunter, an existence at the pinnacle of countless hunters, capable of slaying gods.

"Hunt my ass."

Liu Zheng flicked his tentacle, sticking a sticky note on it, displaying it in front of Gelman.

The sticky note had a line of crooked letters.

"Since you’re here, might as well take a shit."

Gelman’s sharp gaze turned confused, then the hand holding the scythe involuntarily loosened, reaching toward his belt.

"No!"

Just as he unbuckled his belt, his gaze returned to clarity.

Gelman didn’t try to catch the fallen scythe but instead rolled on the spot without hesitation.

The sawtoothed butcher knife swung down, splitting the hardwood wheelchair in two.

If Gelman hadn’t escaped, his fate would have been the same as the wheelchair’s.

Impressive for the First Hunter, who could still make the right choice even when caught off guard.

Unfortunately, Liu Zheng had a backup plan.

"All eyes on me!"

His face stuck with a photo, he raised a tentacle, shouting toward Gelman.

The First Hunter stopped rolling and stared blankly at him, seemingly trying to figure out what he was up to next.

A slender boning knife plunged into Gelman’s temple, then stirred his brain into mush.

His face showed disbelief, his bright eyes gradually fading to stillness.

"Screw posing, why even bother?"

Liu Zheng pulled out the boning knife, speaking coldly.