The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 420 - 358: The Cricket Clan will Produce Another Outstanding Talent

Chapter 420: Chapter 358: The Cricket Clan will Produce Another Outstanding Talent

"Uh, that might be a bit of overkill."

Liu Zheng politely declined.

Being a cricket was worse than being the dead, at least Niu Ma would select a decent grave for him.

Or better yet, bury him under the French Plane Tree, to keep Natasha company.

It’s hard to say about others, but previously Niu Ma, Doctor Nile, and the Potato Sisters would probably come to sweep his grave.

"It’s not like I’m asking you to stay a cricket forever, just keep winning, feed on other crickets, and eventually, you’ll evolve into a human shape."

The old man said.

"Don’t tell me that’s how you transformed into a human?"

Liu Zheng asked with hollow eyes.

"Exactly. I was born with the ability to transform into a human, but according to family rules, one has to go through the ordeal of becoming the king of crickets to inherit the secret techniques."

"Back in the day, I too fought in this arena for my life and death to reach my current position."

The old man pointed at the pot, reminiscing about the glorious days.

"Impressive, impressive."

Fighting for life and death, evolving into a human, only to end up as a sauna attendant—quite the raw deal.

A subtle expression appeared on Liu Zheng’s face.

Of course, he certainly wouldn’t say such a mood killer out loud.

In fact, when he thought about it, he too was fighting tooth and nail, scheming hard every day, battling wits with the big shots atop the Metropolis’s pyramid, though officially, he was just a delivery guy.

Speaking of life and work experience, he might not even match up to this sauna attendant.

Damn it, this job really sucks.

"Not easy at all."

Liu Zheng sighed heavily.

He intended to mock others, yet ended up breaking his own defenses.

"Life’s tough, both inside and outside the city. As men, we have to shoulder all hardships. Even if the sky falls, our knees mustn’t bend."

The old man lectured.

"You’re right, please proceed."

Liu Zheng made a welcoming gesture.

"You really don’t want to be my son-in-law? Not even if you don’t have to change your surname?"

The old man was a bit reluctant.

"You said it yourself, as men, we must take responsibility. I have too many troubles weighing on me; better not to have your help carrying them."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Good lad, have some backbone. Okay then, if not a son-in-law, consider me your godfather—it doesn’t even require a name change. In the future, just birth a few kids, and give one of them to me as a grandson."

The old man was persistent.

"We’ve got a lot of future ahead of us, let’s talk about it later. Let’s deal with the matter at hand first."

Liu Zheng brushed him off.

"What’s the proper deal, passing on the ultimate arts is the true matter. How many levels?"

The old man said, yet still led the conversation back to the point.

"What level do you think I should go for?"

Seizing the old man’s favorable impression of him, Liu Zheng shamelessly inquired.

"Doesn’t matter which level, whichever you choose, you’ll have to add more to pass."

The old man glanced at him.

"Then I’ll start with level one."

He went along with it.

"Clever little devil. Get ready, here it comes."

The old man reached into the pot, his finger morphed into the shape of a cricket, precisely the red-headed cricket from earlier.

"This is your first performance, put in some effort."

The old man commanded.

"Chirp!"

The red-headed cricket responded with a high-pitched sound.

Then, it stretched its forelimbs and pulled out its large mandibles.

"Huh?"

Just as Liu Zheng was puzzled, the red-headed cricket stood tall and raised its mandibles like wielding a hammer.

Then, it smashed them down with force.

"Thud!"

Despite hitting a clay pot, it emitted a sound akin to a large drum.

And the nearby Liu Zheng also felt the impact of the sound waves, his whole body shook.

"Chirp!"

The red-headed cricket chirped excitedly.

"Don’t get cocky, continue playing."

The old man spoke sternly.

"Chirp..."

The red-headed cricket chirped gloomily, but perked up again looking at its mandibles in hand.

"Thud! Thud thud thud! Thud thud!"

The drum sounds cycled swiftly and rhythmically. Even without understanding drum music, Liu Zheng could sense the invigorating spirit within.

Emotions drive music, and this drum music was likely the red-headed cricket’s impromptu creation after conquering its foes.

Liu Zheng’s body surged with excitement from this drum music.

His heart palpitated wildly, continuously pumping blood into his veins.

And his veins kept trembling, accelerating the circulation.

A tingly sensation, like a tide, overwhelmed him making him scratch his neck involitarily.

However, this situation highlighted the disadvantage of tentacles.

No matter what, soft bodies cannot match the scratching potential of hard nails.

Liu Zheng scratched a few times, but instead of easing, the itch intensified.

Left with no choice, he started hitting himself with his tentacles.

"Slap!"

Just one hit and Liu Zheng’s chest flesh burst open.

"Hm?"

He paused.

Even with his regenerative abilities, he wasn’t one for self-harm.

The force of that slap was about as much as a normal person flicking themselves.

Who has ever heard of flicking oneself hard enough to draw blood?

Liu Zheng tentatively hit himself again, slightly decreasing the intensity.

"Slap!"

Another wound appeared.

He confirmed it, his flesh had become slack and fragile.

It must be the effect of the drum music.

If a challenger couldn’t withstand it and refused to quit, they might just beat themselves to death.

Of course, such an incident wouldn’t occur to Liu Zheng.

A few shallow cuts, just a few breaths’ worth, and the bleeding halted.

But continuing this way, though he could last indefinitely, it wouldn’t help him pass the test.

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