The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 592 - 442, Colonel, shoot him!

Chapter 592: Chapter 442, Colonel, shoot him!

"Huh, resurrected?"

Liu Zheng raised an eyebrow.

He wasn’t too surprised. After all, these cyber monks are notoriously hard to kill—it’s practically expected.

"O sons of wealth, having made this vow: From now until the end of future kalpas, through countless eons, for the sake of all suffering sentient beings in the six realms, I will set up myriad expedient means to ensure their liberation, only then shall I attain Buddhahood myself..."

The Great Monk ignored him and continued chanting scripture on his own.

"Is this... the Ksitigarbha Sutra?"

Liu Zheng mused aloud.

He wasn’t well-versed in Buddhist texts, but the phrases "If I do not enter Hell, who will?" and "Only after my own enlightenment" were undeniably specific.

"Hey, are you still alive over there?"

Liu Zheng asked the Kobold.

"Woof..."

The Kobold made a sound resembling a puppy barking.

Bombarded by dragon roars and Nine Rings Magic spells, it had survived solely thanks to its resilient bloodline.

"Alright, guess I’ll handle it myself."

Liu Zheng shook his head and raised the boning knife, striking down at the Great Monk.

Before the blade reached its target, a green lotus petal materialized out of thin air and blocked the knife’s edge.

"Crack!"

The green lotus petal shattered on impact. Liu Zheng swung the knife again, and the lotus petal dissolved into scattered bursts of sacred light.

"How is this even possible?!"

The monks witnessing the scene couldn’t believe their eyes.

Steadfast and immovable as the earth, profound and inscrutable as hidden treasures—the defensive power of Ksitigarbha’s thousand-leaf green lotus was regarded as one of the finest Buddha treasures in the entire temple.

Forget knives and axes; even the standard-issue, high-caliber handgun of the Security Department couldn’t hope to scratch it.

Yet here stood this half-human, half-demon freak, who had shattered a lotus petal in just two strikes—utterly shocking.

"Save the abbot, protect the Buddha treasure!"

Zhi Kong shouted loudly, charging toward Liu Zheng.

As the beloved disciple of the Great Monk, he knew very well his master hadn’t fully resurrected.

If Liu Zheng destroyed the thousand-leaf green lotus, the Great Monk would truly perish.

At that point, both master and treasure would be lost, and with the mission failed, none of them could avoid being formatted and wiped.

"Stop them! Cash rewards on the spot!"

Liu Zheng shouted in return.

"Protect the client’s safety!"

Yang Dali, who had been hiding far away, perked up and immediately fired at the nearest monk.

Kou De was drained, their leader was taken care of—this was the perfect moment for them to shine.

Liu Zheng kicked Zhi Wu, sending him flying, and took advantage of the monks being held back by the guards to hack at the Great Monk several more times.

Green lotus petals kept materializing only to be shattered again, sacred lights swirling and extinguishing in that confined space.

"Damn it, why are there so many? How many petals does a lotus have again?"

He couldn’t recall immediately, but there had to be dozens, right?

By the time he cut through them all, the Great Monk would probably be fully restored.

Liu Zheng thought for a moment, then decisively bypassed the Great Monk and bolted toward the entrance at 1219.

The Great Monk’s pupils flickered on and off like faulty bulbs, revealing the agitation in his heart.

Yet, faced with Liu Zheng’s actions, he was powerless to intervene.

The Ksitigarbha Sutra had indeed secured the Great Monk’s life, but it wasn’t instant resurrection—he had to recite the entire scripture.

Normally, this wasn’t much of an issue. The Ksitigarbha Sutra, while lengthy, was something he was well-practiced in—at most, it would take him ten-odd minutes to finish.

Combined with the indestructible defense of Ksitigarbha’s thousand-leaf green lotus, he was nearly invincible.

Even though Liu Zheng had split a lotus petal in just a few strikes, the Great Monk was startled but not fearful.

After all, cutting through a thousand petals would surely take longer than his chanting.

And as long as all the lotus petals weren’t destroyed, the thousand-leaf green lotus could be restored by placing it back on Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva’s throne for a while.

But the problem was, the Great Monk wasn’t dueling; he was pursuing someone.

If that delivery guy successfully completed the delivery but killed the target in the process, not only would the Great Monk lose his hard-earned chance to become Buddha’s mentor, but his position as abbot of Ksitigarbha Temple would also be unseated.

Worst case, he might have to take a trip to the Ten Thousand Poison Cave and offer up his own data as sustenance for the viruses within.

"No worries, no worries, the Vajra Fourfold Circle is a superior seal array—even if the Security Department came, they wouldn’t break it right away."

Left with no alternatives, the Great Monk had no choice but to comfort himself.

Then he saw Liu Zheng swing his knife, carving an "卍" symbol into the circle, and another swing turned the "卍" into a "P" and "d."

"???"

The Great Monk’s illuminated components lit up with countless question marks.

At this moment, he really wanted to say something to Liu Zheng.

"Layman, if you possess such ability, why not simply kill us outright? Why the subtle theatrics? Are we unworthy of providing you joy?"

However, after a brief moment of shock, the Great Monk quickly arrived at a reasonable conclusion.

The delivery guy wasn’t overly powerful to the point of breaking the array with ease—he must have employed some cunning trick.

Now that the Dragon Descendant was too weak to fight, as soon as he recovered mobility, everything would be back on track.

After a mental battle of divine deliberation, the Great Monk finally made a decision.

"Master, your disciple is incompetent, and must resort to using your relic."

He said in his heart.

"Amitabha, if I do not enter Hell, who will?"

An ancient voice echoed in his mind.

With that, the circular structure on the Great Monk’s forehead retracted inward, revealing a black hole.

A silver sphere emerged and floated before his eyes.

Covered in black crystal circuits, capacitors, resistors, and metallic wiring, the sphere exuded a distinctly futuristic aura.

"Whose artificial body shall we use?"

The sphere’s surface glimmered faintly, transmitting signals to the Great Monk’s receiver.