The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 460 - 376: What’s the Current Level of Hell’s Game?_2

Chapter 460: Chapter 376: What’s the Current Level of Hell’s Game?_2

"Why don’t you rage???"

The roaring voice paid no regard to Liu Zheng’s response, or perhaps it didn’t approve, and questioned again.

This time the voice came from above his head, as if mountains were collapsing and peaks tumbling down.

"To not rage is simply to not rage. You’ve asked me for so long, now let me ask you."

Liu Zheng straightened his spine, speaking with a calm face.

"Can life have regrets?"

He asked loudly, tilting his head up.

His shout, compared to the punitive roar, was naturally insignificant.

But the moment he shouted, the mountain of sound waves made up of the descent halted.

"Yes."

After a brief silence, the roar replied.

"Can life have grievances?"

Liu Zheng continued to ask.

"Yes."

"Can life have hatred?"

"Yes."

"Then why do you not rage?"

He spoke softly and gently, but the roar above his head shattered in response, plunging the space into a stillness akin to death.

In this deathly quiet, heavy and slow footsteps suddenly echoed.

A humanoid silhouette grew out of the darkness, slowly walking towards Liu Zheng from afar.

With each step, his figure became more solid,

And by the time he arrived in front of Liu Zheng, even the textures of his clothes were clearly visible.

"In the second year of Yuanhe, a samurai took shelter, entered amongst a band of thieves at night, defended the master’s house from intrusion, withstood hundreds of cuts, stood tall and unyielding, moving the thieves to admiration, who then knelt and departed."

"A night’s lodging, given with all his heart and soul, was meant to be a story of goodwill, to be painted by artists, immortalized in the portraits of a hero for generations to come."

"Yet the master’s family secretly practiced the Corpse Refining Technique, turning the samurai into a Walking Corpse, leaving neither his body nor soul at peace."

"Later, to vie for the family wealth, the master’s brothers all employed the Corpse Control Technique, which led to the uncontrollable Walking Corpse slaughtering the entire family, young and old."

"Afterward, when the samurai’s wife and daughter came looking, they too fell victim to the Walking Corpse. It absorbed the blood of its kin, the souls of its beloved, achieving a complete state of existence, full consciousness, and roamed in broad daylight."

"Yet the ones he saved were killed by his own hands, and the ones he loved died for him, leaving but a solitary Walking Corpse to wander this world alone."

"How could one not have regrets? How could one not bear grievances? How could one not carry hatred?"

"How could one not be enraged!"

The voice of the shadow grew louder until its roar became a ferocious wind raging through the space.

The seemingly bottomless darkness stirred with the wind, its underlying color revealed, a Blood Light sprawling visibly and invisibly across the sky, pulsating like veins.

"The samurai you speak of, it wouldn’t be you, would it?"

Liu Zheng asked nonchalantly.

The silhouette did not respond, but its silence was an affirmation.

"With the average moral standard of Metropolis, isn’t repaying kindness with enmity the basic operation? As a loner, I have to tread carefully even when doing good deeds. You, a man with a family, dared to help others without conducting a background check. Isn’t it deserved if you got duped?"

He continued speaking.

"Crack!"

The silhouette still did not reply, but several fissures broke the dark shell on its exterior, revealing the red skin beneath.

"Moreover, I’m not proficient in discussing these theoretical matters. Rather than researching why and what, I prefer to investigate how."

"Since you can be resurrected from death, shouldn’t your wife and child be able to do the same?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"The Living Souls of my wife and child have already been assimilated by me."

Finally, the shadow spoke.

"As long as they haven’t been excreted, just find a way to separate out their two Living Souls. I know a doctor who’s very experienced with resurrecting the Dead."

"I also know the cemetery manager, who should have his methods for soul separation."

"If all else fails, I know an old gentleman who can reincarnate the Dead into Jade Grasshoppers. Though returning to human form is a bit difficult, wouldn’t it be better for your family of three to live a good life than anything else?"

He ticked off on his fingers as he spoke.

Actually, these ideas were mere fleeting thoughts in his mind, but he just wanted to relive the feeling of having fingers.

"And what about those who repaid kindness with enmity?"

The silhouette said after a long silence.

"Just revive and kill again, pretend you never saved them and that they were all wiped out by bandits. A Bloodline like that doesn’t need to be passed down."

Liu Zheng said nonchalantly.

"This way, can you be without rage?"

The shadow asked somewhat bewilderedly.

"Rage? Why wouldn’t I rage?"

He counter-questioned.

"If vengeance is exacted and kindness compensated, what’s there to be enraged about?"

The shadow voiced its doubt.

"What I rage about and what I do are two different things. I even suffer from irritability, don’t I still have to put up with shit when it’s time to eat shit?"

"You’re a samurai, don’t you understand the principle that people rely on appearances?"

Liu Zheng looked at him with disdain.

"Sir, your words, I will keep them in mind. May I ask if you would be willing to help me with this favor,"

The shadowy figure bowed slightly toward him, as if rain were falling from its black carapace, revealing a warrior in blood-red, with a longsword slung at his waist.

"What benefits are there for me if I help you?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"If the gentleman is willing to help, as long as I am still the Elevator Spirit, I will not let the gentleman face difficulties."

The Blood Warrior said.

Being a guardian of the elevator, one does have certain privileges.

As long as he is willing to pay a certain price, he can make a person ride his elevator safely, without considering those rules, nor encountering troublesome matters.

"You want to trouble me, it’s not so easy."

Liu Zheng took out the Life-taking Courier’s delivery slip.

This tool, which he had won from a courier, had not been used yet, but its life-saving effect within the boundaries of Metropolis is unquestionable.

"Sir actually possesses such a divine object?"

The Blood Warrior exclaimed in shock.

It didn’t know exactly what it was, but that didn’t prevent it from understanding the effect of the delivery slip, and even more so knowing that it could not block it, not even if three elevators combined forces could block it.

"This is just a small part of my personal collection."

Liu Zheng said indifferently.

"Then I can help the gentleman to resolve the hidden danger you have."

The Blood Warrior, overwhelmed by his assertiveness, said after pondering for a moment.

"Hmm?"

He frowned slightly.

"Although the gentleman appears flawless on the surface, I, albeit modest, have some understanding of the Path of Slaughter. Especially after becoming an Evil Spirit, my perception of murderous aura has leveled up."

"In the gentleman’s hands, someone has engraved murderous aura. Originally this is a good thing, it provides assistance for practicing the Path of Slaughter and increases methods against the enemy. However, the gentleman does not practice the methods of the Path of Slaughter; as time passes, the backlash from murderous aura will be ten times more violent."

The Blood Warrior ignored Liu Zheng’s reaction and spoke on his own.

After all, this is his home ground; although he couldn’t stop Liu Zheng from escaping, killing him was also impossible.

"Then do you have the methods to practice the Path of Slaughter?"

Liu Zheng asked with some surprise.

"No."

The Blood Warrior shook his head.

"Tsk, what are you talking about, Niu Ma?"

He rolled his eyes.

"Though I lack the methods to practice, I have a way to resolve this. I know a Swordsmith who can forge one’s blood energy, techniques, and Living Soul into swords and blades, and naturally, such a trivial murderous aura is not a problem."

The Blood Warrior said.

"Oh?"

Now Liu Zheng was a bit more interested.

This was exactly the "Transfer Technique" Jade Grasshopper had mentioned, and from the sounds of it, this Swordsmith’s skill was what he referred to as the "Blood Sacrifice Refining Soldiers."

It just wasn’t known whether this Swordsmith could embed the Divine Blood Gem; those several extra-large gems had been unused since he entered the country.

"How does the gentleman find this proposition?"

The Blood Warrior asked expectantly.

"Can you make a phone call here?"

Liu Zheng asked.

Since the other party did put forth a condition that intrigued him, his response had to be more cautious.

"Yes, you can make a call, but the signal is not good. If it goes beyond Bathhouse Street range, then it’s very likely you won’t be able to get through."

The Blood Warrior said.

Darn, so even the bad cell signal in elevators is emulated, huh? Metropolis really does take cosplaying reality quite seriously.

"Will the calls be eavesdropped upon?"

He inquired.

"What eavesdropping are you referring to?"

The Blood Warrior asked, not understanding.

"Someone above."

Liu Zheng pointed to the unseen ceiling.

"Oh, I understand now, yes, and she listens to the recordings every day."

The Blood Warrior nodded.

"You admit it so readily, huh."

He was somewhat speechless but didn’t find it unexpected.

Granny Tang already responds to her name being called in the bathhouse, the information hub like the elevator was even less likely to be overlooked.

"Then can you think of a way to block it?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"What does the gentleman want to do?"

"I want to make a call to confirm whether there’s any hope left for your wife and children."

He spoke frankly.

"In that case, I do have a plan."

"Tell me."

"Let me take a slash at the gentleman, and that should do it."

As he said this, the Blood Warrior’s hand gripped the longsword at his waist, his gaze turning as red as a demon’s.