The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 644 - 468: The Identity of the Salmon Owner

Chapter 644: Chapter 468: The Identity of the Salmon Owner

"It was meant for you."

Liu Zheng cheerfully tossed the ball of yarn into the air.

"Meow!"

San Huamao exclaimed excitedly, then made a powerful leg thrust and leapt out from his arms, pouncing towards the yarn ball.

"Meow meow meow~"

It grabbed the yarn with all four paws, hugging and scratching it, playing to its heart’s content.

"Hehehe!"

One was meowing, the other giggling foolishly, creating quite a harmonious scene.

"By the way, did you handle those two other cats?"

After watching for a few minutes, Liu Zheng remembered the serious matter at hand.

"Meow!"

San Huamao’s body stiffened for a moment, then curled up, holding its big tail with both paws, eyes fixed on its belly, ignoring the ball of yarn that had rolled aside.

"No worries, if it’s broken, it’s broken. I’ll just fish another one."

He comforted.

As a seasoned poop-shoveler, he knew this was a typical cat’s guilty behavior.

Though a bit heartbroken, it was to be expected.

After all, cats breaking toys was completely normal, especially with three cats playing together.

Considering San Huamao’s help, losing two items was no big deal.

"Didn’t break it, meow!"

San Huamao protested.

"Just turned the two into one."

It flipped over, ran to the edge of its cat bed, dug around, and presented something to Liu Zheng.

"What the hell is this thing?"

He looked at the item in his hand, feeling like a horde of imaginary alpacas galloping across his mind.

He had gotten a laser pen and a bell collar from Treasure Lake, but now, the laser pen was welded between two bell collars.

This design looked suspiciously similar to a waist accessory used by women or a specific person.

"I just beat them both up and let them fight it out. Whoever won got to be the second, and then they turned into this."

San Huamao said, feeling both ashamed and aggrieved.

"No worries, no worries, it’s not your fault."

Liu Zheng reassured, then checked the item’s description.

"Name: Black Tabby and Silver Gradation (Single-use)"

"Type: Prop"

"Quality: Perfect"

"Effect: Upon use, summons a powerful Laser Gun, lasting for three seconds."

"Note: My laser head can blast through the skies!"

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

Two items of unknown quality and type had combined into a single perfect quality one-time-use prop, he didn’t know if he gained or lost.

At least, the effect of this item was quite indescribable.

"Laser Gun, right? Sky-blasting laser head, huh? Not even pretending anymore, can your Metropolis items have some damn decency?"

Liu Zheng complained internally.

Despite the odd description, the power of a perfect quality single-use prop was definitely reliable, at least he had a trump card now.

Hmm, when the spectators gather, they’ll all have to be silenced, or else Metropolis’s high-quality persona will crumble.

"Sorry, meow, I didn’t mean it, meow."

San Huamao said dejectedly.

"It’s alright, this is just what I need."

Liu Zheng said, patting its ears.

"Really, meow?"

San Huamao lifted its head in surprise.

"Of course it’s real."

He couldn’t resist pinching San Huamao’s chubby cheeks.

As a female cat, to have such round cheeks is quite a remarkable gift.

"Haven’t you had enough of touching?"

The face finally couldn’t hold back.

"Nope."

Liu Zheng answered honestly.

"You can keep touching, but don’t blame me if some parts go missing later."

The face said sinisterly.

"My things are all ruined, comforting myself by touching a cat’s head isn’t too much, right?"

He reasoned.

"Hand, come over."

The face said.

"Okay."

Liu Zheng extended his hand accordingly.

The face bit down, a myriad of needle-like pain saturating his nerves, plunging him into an illusion.

In the illusion, countless fish dressed in seaweed clothes were bowing to him, chanting words.

A big fish with white whiskers swam out from the fish school, lifting its head towards Liu Zheng.

"The immortal’s divine feed has descended again. Now, it’s the time for our ritual of strong males and females. Otherwise, if the immortal gets angry, there will be a catastrophic drainage to destroy the tribe."

"Now, follow my command, all fish over seven pounds two ounces, step out!"

It shouted loudly.

"I don’t like eating fish that big."

Liu Zheng instinctively said, then awoke from the hallucination.

"Player has acquired ’Nest Immortal’ status, lasting one instance."

"Nest Immortal: Receiving random blessings upon each nest. Blessing effect correlates positively with nest material quality and fish group level. New bless will automatically overwrite the previous one."

"Damn, so that’s the kind of immortal."

He smirked.

Along with the previously acquired "Never Empty-Handed," San Huamao’s owner must be a seasoned fisherman.

"You wouldn’t happen to know Fisherman, would you?"

He suddenly thought.

"Hmph. So what if I know him?"

The face said.

"You really do know him, then how come he hasn’t mentioned you to me?"

Liu Zheng wondered.

With their relationship, if there was such powerful assistance in the kitchen, he would definitely mention it.

"I know him, he doesn’t know me. By the time he came to the sewer, I had already left."

The face said.

"Were you the previous Fisherman then?"

Liu Zheng immediately deduced.

"What do you mean previous Fisherman, I have my name."

The face said displeasedly.

"Then what was your original name?"

He asked curiously.

"Pond Master."

The face hesitated for a moment before saying.

"If you dare laugh out loud, I’ll take back the blessing."