The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 500 - 396 I Eat, I Eat, I Damn Well Eat Eat Eat_2

Chapter 500: Chapter 396 I Eat, I Eat, I Damn Well Eat Eat Eat_2

He didn’t dodge or avoid, but continued to move backward.

Just as the propeller was about to enter the range of the garbage minefield, he suddenly raised his head and swallowed a metal bottle cap that was closest to him.

"Gulp!"

Liu Zheng’s Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed the bottle cap.

"Guessed right."

He thought with some smugness.

If you can’t beat them, join them; his stomach was already full of mud, it didn’t matter if he took in more garbage.

"Awoo~"

"Awoo~"

"Awoo~"

"I’ll eat, I’ll eat, I’ll freaking eat eat eat!"

Liu Zheng’s head stretched and retracted like a chameleon’s tongue, constantly elongating and shrinking, swallowing all the garbage in his path.

And the pain in his abdomen was getting stronger, like a big-eater who has been constipated for over a dozen years.

Additionally, the side effects of excessive movement meant that he was feeling unwell all over his body now.

But there was no choice, Liu Zheng had no time to stop and catch his breath.

"Heave~ Heave~ Heave~"

When his body and mind had both become numb, he suddenly heard a sound like a dying man’s gasp.

Liu Zheng stopped the action of swallowing garbage and looked towards the source of the sound.

An odd human face appeared in his vision.

It was a wrinkled, aged face without hair but with two long white eyebrows; a mouth split top and bottom with a few sparse teeth showing.

A fishing net with extremely dense mesh covered It, and an anchor from behind Its head hooked into Its mouth, with a long chain extending to who knows where.

"May I ask if this is the respected Da Chuanliu?"

Liu Zheng’s spirits lifted, and he asked loudly.

The half-closed eyes of the face slightly raised their brows and looked at him, the sorrowful wrinkles on the face seemed to shift slightly.

Its mouth opened and closed, as if trying to say something.

But immediately, the chain pulled tight, closing Its upper and lower jaws together.

"Heave~ Heave~"

The face painfully closed its eyes, emitting short gasps from Its nostrils.

"Hold on, respected Da Chuanliu, I’ll come to serve you right away."

Liu Zheng quickly said.

Even if the face didn’t respond to him, from any angle, It must surely be Da Chuanliu.

From the fact that It couldn’t even communicate, Its current situation must be extremely bad, maybe It’s close to being completely transformed into an Evil God.

By then, except for Liu Zheng who could escape the catastrophe with the delivery receipt, it’s likely that no one present would be spared.

Perhaps, the entire Hundred Ghosts Bathhouse would face a major riot.

He didn’t care if others died, even if the whole Hundred Ghosts turned to ruins, it was none of his business, as he wasn’t planning to collect this month’s salary.

But if Xiao Wan, Yangzi and Seiko were to suffer collateral damage, Liu Zheng would be a bit unhappy.

So, he decided to give this weak God a helping hand.

Liu Zheng mustered his remaining strength and headed towards Da Chuanliu.

His initially stiff mouthparts became nimble again, swallowing the surrounding garbage with a momentum that seemed to devour the world.

Sensing his movement, Da Chuanliu opened a slit in Its closed eyes, silently observing him.

When It saw clearly the way Liu Zheng moved forward and dealt with the garbage, the wrinkles on Its face involuntarily relaxed a little.

Are all Hundred Ghosts employees working with such advanced methods now? Or has It been absent for so long that Its thinking has fallen far behind?

Da Chuanliu thought with some confusion.

"Respected Da Chuanliu, I need to..."

Finally reaching in front of It, Liu Zheng was about to speak, then his expression froze.

His entire Mud Shell suddenly disintegrated, merging into the mud around him.

And the garbage he had swallowed also broke through the wrapping of the internal mud and started growing out of his body.

Clearly, Liu Zheng was being assimilated.

Seeing this situation, he swallowed the medicine pills given by Ba Tiao without any hesitation.

"Ugh!"

The moment the medicine pill slid down his esophagus, an intense feeling of nausea surged up in him.

Liu Zheng opened his mouth, and a mass of mud that had already turned into a fatty substance erupted from it.

And all the holes in his body suddenly expanded, spewing out all the garbage.

Then, countless herbs crawled out of those holes, entwined together and wrapped him into a green man.

Without the protection of the mud, the pressure squeezing the mud pond greatly increased.

Liu Zheng could almost imagine it: countless sumo wrestlers jiggling their fatty flesh, emitting sleazy and obscene laughter towards his skinny body.

And under such erosion, the green on his body gradually took on a yellow hue.

When all the green turned yellow, it was the moment the medicine pills lost their effectiveness.

"Lord Da Chuanliu, how can I assist you?"

Liu Zheng made the most of his time to ask the question he hadn’t asked just a moment ago.

Da Chuanliu glanced at him, his mouth quivering as if wanting to respond, but he was firmly anchored in place and simply couldn’t speak.

So, it flared its nostrils instead.

With a sound akin to blowing one’s nose, two streams of water shot out from Da Chuanliu’s nostrils.

The streams were crystal clear, with lively fish and shrimp visible inside.

However, when the water hit the fishing net in front of it, it did not stir up the slightest ripple, and the fish and shrimp were instantly devoured by the mud, becoming part of the mud pit.

"Ha~ Ha~"

Da Chuanliu let out a gasping sound, sounding somewhat sorrowful.

"I understand."

Liu Zheng raised the Slaughter Knife and hacked at the fishing net.

The net caved in where it was struck, but the damage was insignificant.

However, Liu Zheng’s face lit up with joy.

It’s not the low damage that’s feared, but no damage at all; as long as there’s a health bar to breach, even the strongest bosses can be slain.

He stretched out a tentacle to hook onto the fishing net, and the part that made contact visibly turned yellow rapidly and spread to other areas.

"It’s actually a barren net, the Fisherman strongly condemns this."

Liu Zheng mocked as he looked at the net holes no bigger than his little finger.

Then, he straightened the fishing net, picked up the Slaughter Knife, and started cutting the nets.

The serrated edge of the Slaughter Knife was perfect for cutting ropes, and with the bonus of true damage, he quickly made an incision in the net.

Liu Zheng’s spirits were lifted, and he cut more eagerly.

But Da Chuanliu’s malign side was clearly not going to let him succeed so easily; as an undercurrent surged, the squeezing force of the mud pit multiplied several times over.

The moment he had managed to carve out a few centimeters, half of the green on his body had turned yellow.

"Lord Da Chuanliu, think of something please; you don’t want to become a god of smelly, foul, and repulsive mud, do you?"

Seeing this, Liu Zheng shouted loudly.

Hearing the words "smelly god," Da Chuanliu’s eyes widened, anger flickering within them at no one in particular.

Then, it flared its nostrils again, ejecting two more water streams.

This time, however, the streams were not directed at the fishing net, but at Liu Zheng.

"Smack!"

The water hit his face, drenching his head and face.

And the yellowed herbs, nourished by the clean water, temporarily reverted to green.

"Ptui!"

Liu Zheng spat out a crab, blew a snail out of his nose, and plucked off a small crayfish that had been pinching his eyelid with its pincers.

"Blowing your nose comes with so much debris, don’t you pay much attention to nasal hygiene normally," he quipped, while his hands continued cutting the fishing net.

And Da Chuanliu did not stop either, continuously spraying him with nasal water.

Amidst this busy scene, Liu Zheng finally made a huge cut in the fishing net.

He used his tentacles to hook onto both sides and gave a strong tug, and the net was completely torn apart.

"Ha~"

The wrinkles on Da Chuanliu’s face smoothed out, and even its brows lifted in relief.

"Next up is this thing, right?"

Liu Zheng eyed the rusty anchor.

He now had two choices: to yank the anchor out or to chop off the anchor’s chain.

He didn’t hesitate much before choosing the latter.

Liu Zheng swam behind Da Chuanliu and found its head was hollow from behind, just like a mask.

But such appearances were not uncommon among gods.

He only glanced briefly before raising the Slaughter Knife and striking at the chain.

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing echoed, but the chain did not budge nor showed any sign of damage.

Liu Zheng also tried to saw with the serrated blade, but to no effect.

Da Chuanliu seemed to know the outcome and shook its head at him.

"It seems this is as far as I go."

Liu Zheng put away the Slaughter Knife, his eyes devoid of joy or sorrow.