The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 561 - 426 Metropolis Edition of A Chinese Ghost Story_2

Chapter 561: Chapter 426 Metropolis Edition of A Chinese Ghost Story_2

The Tomb Guardian casually tossed the item, and Liu Zheng hurriedly swung his tentacle to catch it. The item description popped up again.

"Name: Dead Brain Core (Single-use)"

"Type: Tool"

"Quality: Exquisite"

"Effect: Slowly enhances intelligence, only effective when the player is ’Dead.’"

"Note: Even if you keep fiddling with me for ten thousand years, your intelligence won’t improve one bit."

"Transferable outside the instance: Yes"

The effect of boosting all attributes was gone, and the intelligence enhancement had become slow. This clearly couldn’t be called an upgrade.

"Your Excellency, Tomb Guardian, why did you turn the Dead Brain into a Dead Brain Core?"

Liu Zheng asked in confusion.

"The Dead Brain causes parasitism. If the host Dead’s self-awareness isn’t strong enough, their personality will be assimilated by the Dead Brain."

"The Dead Brain Core has no self-awareness. The Dead’s intelligence is supplemented based on their original personality."

The Tomb Guardian explained.

"I see."

He suddenly realized.

The item description didn’t mention this detail. Whether it was because players weren’t affected or just an incomplete description was unknown.

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

He sincerely expressed his gratitude.

With how much Doctor Nile cherished Sasha, he would certainly prefer a foolish daughter over a tree wearing his daughter’s skin.

"But just how slow is ’slowly’?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"For mummies, about a hundred years."

The Tomb Guardian thought for a moment before answering.

"That long?"

"Oh, but I guess that’s not too long either."

He blurted out before immediately realizing his own words.

To humans, a hundred years is a lifetime.

But to a mummy, an Immortal Species, a hundred years might just be a quick nap.

"Anything else?"

The Tomb Guardian asked.

"No, absolutely nothing. Please take your time soaking. I’ll take my leave."

Without hesitation, Liu Zheng said, then headed towards the exit of the cemetery.

Back in the truck, he dialed Doctor Nile’s number.

It rang for quite a while but still didn’t connect.

"Hmm?"

He immediately tried Guo Koutangzi’s number, but there was still no answer.

"Something’s wrong. Let’s head back to Rose Street right away."

Liu Zheng promptly said to the driver.

"In Ordnung (No problem)."

The driver stepped on the gas, and the exhaust pipe roared with a ferocious growl.

Though it was just a truck, with its modifications from black tech and the driver’s exceptional driving skills, Liu Zheng quickly returned to Rose Street.

As they approached the street, intense sounds of fighting reached Liu Zheng’s ears.

Driving further, the massive shadow of a French Plane Tree’s crown stretched under the sunset.

Within the shadow, two groups were locked in a fierce battle.

One group, naturally, was the Tree Protection Team composed of Niu Daji, Doctor Nile, and the five members of the Jiwei Group.

The other group consisted of five tall, thin humanoid creatures clad in black armor, wearing trident helmets, and wielding otherworldly saber-like weapons.

Despite being outnumbered, the Black Armored figures used their agility and exceptional combat skills to hold their own, even continually pressing the Tree Protection Team’s defensive perimeter.

However, the Tree Protection Team had remained unscathed, while one of the Black Armored figures had an arm injury, blood dripping continuously from a crack in their arm armor.

"Can this truck fight?"

Seeing the situation, Liu Zheng asked the driver.

"It doesn’t have combat modules, but the armor and engine are at armored vehicle standards."

The driver replied.

"Then just ram right into them."

He decisively ordered.

"Hahaha, as you wish!"

The driver laughed maniacally, slamming the accelerator to the floor.

When a massive object weighing tens of tons charges at you at over 30 meters per second, no one can ignore it, not even these non-human fighters.

However, as the Tree Protection Team noticed the charging truck, their faces lit up with joy, while the Black Armored figures displayed only shock.

One of the Black Armored figures drew a dagger from their waist and hurled it forcefully at the truck.

The dagger whistled through the air, tracing an elegant arc as it struck the windshield.

After a grating, ear-piercing screech, the dagger fell to the ground in defeat, crushed by the wheels, leaving the windshield unscathed.

"You really think a trinket like that can penetrate my armor? Come back after you’ve fired a barrage of artillery, you idiot."

The driver smirked disdainfully.

The Black Armored figure who threw the dagger frowned and gestured with a hand signal.

The other Black Armored figures immediately spread out and retreated in a loose formation upon receiving the command.

To their credit, their movements were extraordinarily quick.

Even in full armor, they remained as agile as a squad of well-trained monkeys.

By the time the truck reached the base of the French Plane Tree, there were no viable targets left to ram.

But Liu Zheng wasn’t disappointed—he had intended only to break the enemy’s momentum.

"Everyone okay?"

He asked as he jumped out of the driver’s seat.

"We’re fine. This heirloom armor of yours is solid as ever. It blocked several sneak attacks like they were nothing."

Doctor Nile said, catching his breath.

Liu Zheng glanced at Niu Daji nearby, noting that his ancestral Heavy Armor now bore several additional scratches, some shallow, some deep.

"Nicely done."

He praised.

"Hehe, couldn’t let you down, boss."

Niu Daji proudly puffed out his chest.

"How about you guys?"

Liu Zheng turned to the five members of the Jiwei Group.

"Just a minor scuffle. Back when we were fighting the Black Dragon Association for turf, things were way more intense."

Guo Koutangzi said nonchalantly.

"What about Dai Legao?"

He looked at the French Plane Tree, where the human-like face on its trunk had its eyes tightly closed, its previously grown hands retracted back into the tree.

"Not sure. After shouting ’mince! So many of them!’ he went silent. Must’ve run into some hiccup."

Guo Koutangzi replied.

"...Alright, I’ll take it."

Liu Zheng said helplessly.

Good thing he was cautious and had arranged for the Tree Protection Team. Otherwise, this guy would’ve gotten himself killed from overeating again.

Last time, too—despite knowing Niu Ma sold fake booze, he insisted on drinking it. No lesson learned whatsoever.

"Friends on the other side, which path do you hail from? Let’s introduce ourselves, so the flood doesn’t drown the Dragon King Temple and spoil the harmony."

Shielding everyone behind him, Liu Zheng raised a tentacle in a polite gesture, shouting toward the dagger-throwing Black Armored figure.

The Black Armored figure stared at Liu Zheng’s delivery uniform, pondered briefly, and then slowly spoke.

"Are you a delivery man from the Bloody Restaurant?"

A raspy, magnetic baritone voice, yet carrying an inexplicable chill.

"That’s right."

He nodded.

"Are you that Niu Ma, or Liu Zheng?"

The Black Armored figure inquired again.

"Niu Ma’s my boss. I’m Liu Zheng."

Liu Zheng answered.

Hearing his reply, the shadow beneath the Black Armored figure’s helmet seemed to flicker slightly.

"Someone’s offering a million for your life."

The Black Armored figure abruptly said.

"Only a million? That’s an insult."

Liu Zheng scoffed.

"A single outing of mine costs more than that. If you’re short on cash, I could pay you three million right now to take out whoever put the bounty on me. Payment upfront, delivery whenever—just think of it as making a friend."

He said boldly.

His possessions undoubtedly exceeded three million in value. Even if cash were required, Doctor Nile and the Jiwei Group could pool the amount together.

And once the French Plane Tree woke up, he’d have it repay the debt.

"No need for friendship. Hand over the corpse of the Wood Elf Royal Family, and we’ll leave immediately."

Apparently taken aback by Liu Zheng’s generosity, the Black Armored figure remained silent for a long time before speaking again.

"That’s impossible. The corpse of the Wood Elf Royal Family was assigned to me by the Bloody Restaurant for delivery to this tree. No one can order its transfer except the restaurant’s boss."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

"A corpse of the Wood Elf Royal Family could alarm the Bloody Restaurant’s boss? I don’t believe it."

The Black Armored figure expressed skepticism.

"Doesn’t matter. When I deliver your meal someday, you’ll believe it."

At this moment, his tone was even colder than that of the Black Armored figure.

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