The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 45: The Circle of the Divine Sect

Chapter 45: Chapter 45: The Circle of the Divine Sect

In the obscurity, Liu Zheng seemed to hear that endless chorus of praise once more.

"Can Golden Honey Wine help me?"

He asked.

"It can."

Feather Chicken affirmed with certainty.

"Okay, I’ll go."

Liu Zheng agreed.

He still had to stay in this world for a long time, maybe even needing to take a sick leave, so there were too many opportunities to lose his rationality.

"You are too weak now, going out would only shame the restaurant."

Feather Chicken shook its head vehemently at him.

Then why are you still telling me to go?

Liu Zheng pursed his lips.

What could he do, he couldn’t just ask the novelist to order takeout again, could he?

Feather Chicken paced to an individual knife rack, taking down a Western-style chef’s knife.

"I’ll lend this to you for now. I hope it will be satiated when it returns."

It handed the knife, handle first, to Liu Zheng.

"Name: Gluttonous"

"Type: Equipment"

"Quality: Perfect"

"Effect One: Food ingredients sliced by the chef’s knife will be restored to their optimal state (limited to fine quality or lower)."

"Effect Two: Enemies cut by the chef’s knife will have a portion that corresponds to their mass devoured."

"Effect Three: Once the chef’s knife is satiated, the player can transform into a ’Gluttonous Demon’ for a duration of one minute."

"Note: If it tastes good, eat more of it."

"Can it be brought out of the instance: Yes"

How does this knife look so familiar?

Liu Zheng looked thoughtfully at Niu Ma’s chest.

That time, after snatching the limited edition from Vlad III, it seemed like it was this knife that was stuck in his chest.

"What are you looking at? Keep staring, and I’ll smash your head in."

Niu Ma raised a hoof threateningly.

"Tsk."

It’s okay for others to stab him, but embarrassing for him to talk about it.

"Salmon, you go too. You are only responsible for inspecting the ingredients, leave the negotiating and fighting to these two."

Feather Chicken told San Huamao.

"Alright, meow."

San Huamao jumped off the stool and came to their side.

"I think it’s probably stronger than me."

Liu Zheng sighed.

"Paws for washing dishes aren’t meant for catching people."

Feather Chicken said coldly.

Even though it was just a chicken, it now exuded the aura of an emperor at this moment.

The emperor of the kitchen.

He couldn’t help but feel a bit of admiration.

"Listen to it brag, this bunch of guys were all desperate outlaws, having killed more people than the takeouts you’ve delivered."

Niu Ma divulged the truth.

"You talk too much. Hurry up and pick up the goods."

Feather Chicken turned and walked away, leaving them a dashing silhouette.

"In the entire restaurant, it’s the biggest showoff."

Niu Ma shook his head and led the man and the cat towards the kitchen’s exit passageway.

Unlike the absolute darkness of the delivery route, the kitchen passageway was spacious and well-lit, with marble floor tiles covering the ground.

Liu Zheng also caught a whiff of fragrant incense somewhere in the midst.

"Boss, isn’t this disparity a bit too much?"

He couldn’t help but complain.

"You know nothing. They use incense to mask their stench because they are foul-smelling. They long to be surrounded by light because their hearts are dark."

Niu Ma replied in a tone like a chant.

Liu Zheng looked at him with new respect.

This guy was usually all foul language, but he never expected him to utter words of such philosophical wisdom.

"Wow, you’ve also read Bai Langzi’s poems, meow."

San Huamao interjected.

"Bai Langzi?"

That name sounded very familiar too.

Oh, that’s right, wasn’t he the author of the Snake-man Poems that Niu Ma gave him?

Liu Zheng took out the Snake-man Poems, and sure enough, he found the two lines that Niu Ma had just quoted.

He gave Niu Ma a peculiar look, and the latter showed a sheepish expression.

"Move it, move it. Talking about poetry while working is vulgar."

He shook off his hooves and strode forward.

Liu Zheng and San Huamao exchanged a smile and quickly followed.

Soon, they had emerged from the passage.

It was dusk outside.

The dark red sun was gasping for breath, while the blood-red moon glared menacingly.

In the shadows of a nearby wall, several figures clad in linen cloaks, with iron masks covering their faces, stood silently.

Niu Ma didn’t walk straight over but instead drew a quarter-circle in the air.

An Iron-faced Man stepped out from the shadows and responded with a quarter-circle of his own.

"It’s them, let’s go over,"

said Niu Ma.

"Are you familiar with them?"

inquired Liu Zheng, curious.

"All too familiar. It was they who sold me to the restaurant,"

Niu Ma said with a sneer.

On hearing this, Liu Zheng felt a twinge of suspicion.

He remembered Niu Ma mentioning they both came from a breeding facility.

A breeding facility sounded like an official channel, clearly not fitting the image of these people.

Liu Zheng kept his doubts in mind, planning to ask about them later when the opportunity arose.

The two groups approached each other and met in the middle of the road.

For a smuggling operation, it was remarkably blatant.

"This is the merchandise for this time,"

the lead Iron-faced Man, pointing to a wooden crate nearby, said.

His accent was slightly odd, with a bit of a Latin twang and a hint of a trilled pronunciation.

His mask was also unique, painted with a cross with a quarter-circle in each quadrant of the cross.

Liu Zheng discreetly surveyed the other mask-wearers; at most, they had two quarter-circles.

"Garcia, you’ve done well for yourself, becoming the High Priest,"

Niu Ma’s tone dripped with thick sarcasm.

"Because I have offered my suffering to our Lord,"

replied Garcia calmly.

"Other people’s suffering, you mean?"

said Niu Ma coldly.

"The one is the all, and the all is the one. Your pain and mine are no different, and when the appointed day comes, we shall all become the wax for our Lord."

Garcia extended his hand and drew a quarter-circle on his iron mask.

"Holy is our Lord."

"Holy is our Lord."

...

All the Iron-faced Men chanted devoutly.

"Go burn yourselves. A Demon that can’t even bring down the Gospel, pretending to be a savior,"

Niu Ma bluntly commented.

"Sigh,"

Liu Zheng sighed quietly, gripping his chef’s knife tighter.

Although the White Feather Chicken had told them to provoke a situation, wasn’t this developing a bit too quickly?

You should at least check the goods first.

Contrary to Liu Zheng’s expectations, even faced with such direct provocation, the Iron-faced Men showed no intention of hostility, not even a word of rebuttal.

They simply watched Niu Ma, like statues.

"Bah. Let’s proceed with the delivery,"

After a few minutes of standoff, Niu Ma spat on the ground and said.

"Very well,"

Garcia gestured, and several Iron-faced Men lifted the crate and brought it before Niu Ma.

From their labored steps and trembling frames, it was clear that the crate was exceedingly heavy.

"Thud!"

The Iron-faced Men let go, and the crate crashed to the ground.

Even a slab of granite of a similar volume wouldn’t have made such a noise upon impact.

Liu Zheng couldn’t help but feel a surge of curiosity.

"Here is the bill of lading."

Garcia pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Niu Ma.

"Show him,"

Niu Ma nodded towards Liu Zheng.

Without a word, Garcia turned and handed it to Liu Zheng.

Then, he gave Liu Zheng a scrutinizing look.

"Sir, have you ever heard the Gospel of the Evil God?"

"Indeed,"

Liu Zheng nodded.

It seems Mr. Li didn’t handle things cleanly, anyone could see that.

"Interesting, very interesting,"

Garcia’s voice contained a hint of excitement.

"Sir, could you spare a moment? I would like to introduce you to our Heavenly Father and Savior,"

"The Great Circle God."

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