The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 573 - 432 Red Ghost: It’s been a long time since I was human_2

Chapter 573: Chapter 432 Red Ghost: It’s been a long time since I was human_2

Hmm, except for certain surgeries.

"No, I’m talking about a psychologist."

Red Ghost shook their head and said.

"No, I haven’t seen one."

"You should visit if you have time. Your personality seems to be in a rather unstable self-cohesive state. If you want to ascend to a higher level, it’s a significant risk."

Red Ghost said.

"Are you saying I have a split personality?"

Liu Zheng pondered.

"It’s not that severe. I’m not a psychologist, so I can’t really say for sure. It’s just my intuition as a personality aggregate."

Red Ghost replied.

"Alright, I’ll go check it out if I get a chance."

He nodded and said.

Of course, it definitely won’t be the psychiatric hospital in the Metropolis, but rather a real mental health center.

He could use health insurance at a mental health center, but at a psychiatric hospital, he’d just get booted by the hospital security.

"If that’s the case, maybe they can fix my clothes."

Red Ghost returned to the previous topic.

"Alright, then I’ll take the clothes later."

Liu Zheng nodded and said.

"Bring the camera with you; it’s your evidence of completing the task."

Red Ghost pointed to the corner where a silver-gray camera was sitting.

"Got it."

He first put the clothing scraps into the Legendary Takeout Box and then went over to pick up the camera.

As expected, no item description popped up.

"You’ve gone above and beyond on this commission, I should give you an extra reward. But the things I have here aren’t exactly suitable for you to use."

Red Ghost said.

Part of it isn’t suitable for Liu Zheng to use, and part isn’t suitable to use under the nose of City Hall.

"It’s alright, this is already quite a bargain."

Liu Zheng raised his phone’s camera.

He didn’t know how much Red Ghost was worth, and no one could afford that price anyway.

Maybe only the Supreme Councilman would dare to name a price, but besides them, probably no one would dare take the job.

"Fair is fair, a competent Marshal would never let his soldiers fight on an empty stomach."

Red Ghost had their principles.

"Alright then, just give me a petty sum as a bonus."

Liu Zheng shrugged and said.

"Have you encountered any troubles lately?"

Red Ghost asked.

"Oh, there are plenty."

In Red Ghost’s words, he’s like a magnet for trouble.

"But speaking of recently, the Tomb Guardian at the cemetery asked me to help him grave rob."

He thought for a moment and said.

"What does he look like?"

Red Ghost asked.

"An old cowboy, riding a skinny horse, loves using a revolver."

Liu Zheng described.

"Oh, so it’s him."

"You know him?"

"His name is Shi Lei, aside from some bizarre behavior, he’s a good guy."

Red Ghost said.

"He is quite bizarre indeed."

Thinking of the Tomb Guardian soaking in a milk bath inside a coffin, he smirked.

"But, he should be dead by now. Looks like the previous Tomb Guardian didn’t last the full five hundred years."

Red Ghost sighed slightly.

"What do you mean?"

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

"Every landmark in the Metropolis has its purpose and symbolic meaning, you should know that by now."

"I know."

He nodded.

"The majority of landmark managers are volunteers, because it’s a shortcut to ascension, or even a necessary path."

"There are both success stories and failures among them."

"And with the development and changes in the Metropolis, the number and function of these landmarks also fluctuate."

"However, the cemetery was built from the start and has never changed."

"Even during turbulent times, we try our best not to disturb it. Do you know why?"

Red Ghost asked.

"Because where there’s life, there’s death."

He replied.

"That’s right. Even those who are dead, there’s a day when their consciousness will be eroded by time."

"Gods will fade, and the universe will experience entropy. Perhaps one day, the Metropolis will also head towards its end."

"By then, the cemetery might just be our final tombstone."

Red Ghost said.

"What does that have to do with the Tomb Guardian?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Because of the special nature of the cemetery, its manager is also different from other landmarks."

"The Tomb Guardian is chosen by the cemetery itself, and there’s almost no chance of ascension. The only reason for stepping down, besides defying the cemetery’s will, is having their personality worn away by endless death. This usually happens within five hundred years."

Red Ghost explained.

"I see. So if you were the Tomb Guardian, could you break through that five hundred year limit?"

He asked again with curiosity.

"The cemetery wouldn’t choose me as the Tomb Guardian."

Red Ghost shook their head and said.

"I mean, what if?"

Liu Zheng said, grinning slyly.

"Then I probably couldn’t either. I’d either wither away even faster, or I’d lead the dead who refuse to rest towards attacking the living among the living."

Red Ghost thought for a moment and said.

"Sounds thrilling, count me in when it happens."

He smacked his lips and said.

"The cemetery wouldn’t choose me. But you, you might have a chance."

"Me, I can’t, I don’t have what it takes to be a leader."

Liu Zheng was a person with self-awareness.

He might manage a team of a few people, or even command small-scale battles after studying at the Military Academy.

But commanding a vast army to launch a total or lengthy war, that was impossible.

More than a qualified leader, Liu Zheng resembled a gang leader with a business sense.

"Don’t underestimate yourself, I think you have the talent."

Red Ghost encouraged him.

"Let me just underestimate myself. My shoulders are too narrow to carry so many people."

He shook his head and said.

"Just like how the cemetery chooses its Tomb Guardian. Often, it’s not you who shapes the era, but the era that chooses you. As long as you don’t want to go against your own will, you’ll eventually walk the path you’ve chosen."

"You sound like a quack philosopher."

Liu Zheng squinted his eyes and said.

"...Hahaha, what an interesting young man."

Red Ghost paused, and then firmly slapped his shoulder, nearly knocking him over.

Clearly, they took the opportunity for revenge, but Liu Zheng dared not complain.

"Any other troubles?"

Red Ghost asked once more.

"Oh, there is actually one more. A friend of mine is being targeted by a group of bald monks, and her father gave me a tool, but I’m worried it’s not enough."

He briefly explained the Fisherman family’s situation and took out the Frog Fish’s croak sac to show.

"So, it’s this thing."

Red Ghost glanced at the croak sac with disdain.

"You recognize it?"

"Every year when they’re in heat, the entire sewer is filled with their calls, and even the shelter’s doors can’t completely block it out. They’re a real nuisance."

Red Ghost complained.

"Then it seems its power is decent."

"It is decent, but its power lies more in the penetrative nature of the sound rather than its lethality."

"But, I do have something suitable for you."

Red Ghost said while rummaging through a pile of junk.

"Found it."

Red Ghost pulled out a device resembling a megaphone.

The megaphone had a handle on top, a stand below, and a metal bar similar to a tractor’s starter rod at the back.

Liu Zheng took the device, and the item description immediately popped up.

"Name: Hand-cranked Air Raid Siren"

"Type: Equipment"

"Quality: Exquisite"

"Effect One: Emits a large-scale soundwave attack upon use."

"Effect Two: Can be combined with other soundwave items or skills. When the power reaches the limit, it will summon a large-scale air raid. The item will auto-destruct after triggering this effect."

"Note: If you’re the only one sounding the alarm when the surrounding streets aren’t, you become the air raid target."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: No"

"Uh, boss, let me ask anyway."

After reading the item description, Liu Zheng’s lips twitched.

"This air raid won’t end up hitting me, right?"

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