The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 711 - 501 Damn! Damn! Damn! _2

Chapter 711: Chapter 501 Damn! Damn! Damn! _2

He asked in surprise.

"Wait a minute, human, what’s your name?"

"Liu Zheng."

He replied.

"Alright."

A few minutes later, the Box Weaving Spider handed over a document written with a fluorescent pen.

"With the agreement of both parties, Liu Zheng will offset part of the payment for two ’Spirit Silks’ with office bugs. If Liu Zheng fails to provide enough quantity and quality of office bugs, the price for each ’Spirit Silk’ will be five hundred thousand, to be settled within a week from today. Otherwise, Liu Zheng will bear all legal responsibilities."

"Tsk, you’re trying to sign me to an unequal treaty."

Liu Zheng curled his lips.

"You may have never seen true inequality, human."

The Box Weaving Spider said sarcastically.

"From my perspective, clearly, I’m getting the short end of the stick with this contract."

"Then take a bigger bite if you’re so willing to lose out."

He retorted without hesitation.

"Forget signing it."

"You didn’t even write this contract properly; how can I sign it?"

Liu Zheng said.

"Where did I go wrong?"

"Offset part of the payment, how much exactly is ’part’? You didn’t clarify."

He stretched out his touch to gesture.

"How much do you think should be written?"

"Since you’ve asked, let me name a number. How about one million two hundred thousand?"

He made a big ask.

"Then you can leave, I’m not doing this business anymore."

"I’m asking for the moon, and you’re supposed to haggle; don’t you have this little patience to open a business?"

Liu Zheng scorned.

"Our Spider Clan is primarily artisans, not businessmen."

The Box Weaving Spider said.

"Alright, alright, I know you can sing and dance. So, tell me then, how much will you offset?"

"Five hundred thousand."

"That’s too little. Let’s each take a step back, how about eight hundred thousand?"

He probed.

"Alright."

The Box Weaving Spider agreed readily.

"Whoa, so flexible, huh?"

Liu Zheng said in surprise.

"Apart from a few old folks, only I can make ’Spirit Lines’ in the Spider Clan now, so I can set the price as I please."

"If you make me happy, I’d even give them to you for free."

"But if you make me unhappy, I’d rather hide my name and retreat into the Ten Thousand Great Mountains than let you get even one ’Spirit Line’."

The Box Weaving Spider said firmly.

"I mean, no need for that, you’re making me sound like some crazy fan."

He squinted his eyes.

The Box Weaving Spider ignored him, took back the contract, modified it, and then presented it again.

"With the agreement of both parties, Liu Zheng will offset eighty thousand of the payment for two ’Spirit Silks’ with office bugs..."

"Is this okay now?"

The Box Weaving Spider asked.

"It’s okay now. Where’s the pen?"

"No need for a pen. Just use your fingertip."

The Box Weaving Spider said.

"Where do I have a fingertip?"

Liu Zheng muttered while using the tip of his touch to write his name on the paper.

The Box Weaving Spider also signed his name and then split the contract in half, giving one part to him.

"I’m off."

Having obtained the item, Liu Zheng didn’t linger, greeted them, and turned to leave.

Once out of the Silk Cave, he tossed the thread ball given by the Weaving Spider Lady.

The thread ball rolled a few times on the ground, and the thread end suddenly stood upright like a flagpole, resembling a radar antenna.

After some probing, the thread end seemed to have found a target, and led the thread ball to roll rapidly towards the southeast.

"Colonel, follow it."

Liu Zheng jumped onto the tank and said.

"You want me to chase a thread ball..."

The driver seemed a bit reluctant.

"Later, I’ll take you to blow up the eleventh floor again."

"That could be an interesting experience."

The driver pressed the accelerator.

The tank chased after the thread ball for over ten minutes, finally arriving in front of a small alley.

The thread ball rolled into the alley entrance and then disappeared.

"Drive in."

Liu Zheng estimated the width of the alley entrance and said.

"Can’t get in."

The driver shook his head.

"Why not?"

He asked.

"There are some things only you can do, and some places only you can go. If you want to keep pursuing, you’ll need to get off the vehicle."

The driver didn’t answer directly.

"Alright then."

After internally dismissing the driver’s cryptic behavior, Liu Zheng crawled out of the tank.

Once again in full combat mode, he carefully stepped into the alley.

After a feeling akin to passing through a membrane, Liu Zheng found himself in the alley.

No ambush, no enemies on high alert, only rows of somewhat familiar rooms.

"What’s this? A low-budget black market?"

As he pondered, the ball of yarn at his feet continued rolling forward.

Liu Zheng quickly followed it, arriving in front of a room.

He glanced at the door; there were no markings on it.

After some thought, he knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

A cold, hoarse voice came from inside the room.

"Hello, I was referred by someone."

Liu Zheng said, pinching his voice.

"Who?"

"I don’t know either, I just paid for information, and I was told you have what I want here."

He recited his pre-planned line.

"Come in."

After a brief silence, the person inside the room said.

"Okay."

Liu Zheng pushed open the door, and the next second, a black forelimb shot towards his chest at lightning speed.

"Shit!"

He narrowly evaded it but had a tentacle pierced by the black limb.

After a moment of pain, a numb itch rapidly spread.

"Damn it!"

Liu Zheng unhesitatingly raised his Slaughter Knife and cut off the pierced tentacle at the base.

Before he could raise his knife again, a giant spider with a human head burst through the door and pounced on him.

Two metallic-glinting forelimbs stabbed down like spears, while the human head opened its mouth to spit a web of silk aimed at his head.

"Damn it all!"

Liu Zheng was both shocked and enraged.

He had always ambushed others, never expecting to be ambushed himself this time.

Reverse Tian Gang!

Under the catalysis of the rusted knife, his long-dormant fury erupted again.

His muscle fibers rapidly expanded, purple-black carapace-like skin cracked open, revealing the pink flesh beneath, and the severed tentacle regrew quickly.

Red blood flowed down the tentacle onto the rusted knife, making the dark red rust even more vibrant.

Liu Zheng swung the rusted knife and the Slaughter Knife, blocking the two forelimbs.

At the same time, he kicked back, quickly retreating to avoid the spider web.

The human head spider also remained silent, chasing with two more stabbing forelimbs.

This time, Liu Zheng saw the attack’s origin clearly and slashed his knife, sparks flying.

"Damn, this is really hard."

He clicked his tongue.

Since acquiring the Legendary Armor, it was the first time he’d encountered such a tough body.

"Your attack, something’s not right."

The human head spider, looking down from above, finally spoke.

"Okay, this is a genuine weapon."

It said proudly.

"Hmm?"

Liu Zheng looked carefully and noticed that the junction between its two forelimbs and body showed signs of being pieced together.

Moreover, for spider legs, the shape was unusually smooth.

"Damn, these really are spears, what a lack of martial virtue!"

The anger in his heart burned even stronger, his skin cracking open like parched earth, blood flowing freely.

The rusted pieces on his rusted knife gradually washed away by the blood, revealing the underlying color.

"Not enough, still not enough!"

Liu Zheng shouted loudly, brazenly thrusting his chest toward the spider’s spear-like legs.

Blood spurted as his chest was pierced unstoppably, the toxin spreading instantly.

Once again, without hesitation, he raised his knife to cut the flesh and bone near the wound.

"Damn it, that hurts!"

Liu Zheng cursed loudly, the anger in his heart nearly becoming tangible.

"Conditions met, ’Anger’ unseals to ’Seven Deadly Sins·Anger’."

The system notification suddenly chimed.

"Finally enough!"

He looked at the rusted knife in his hand; the blade’s rust had completely peeled away, revealing the dazzling luster of azure-gold dragon scales.

The once-decayed knife handle also restored its original appearance, the dragon head looking mightily impressive.

Before he could examine the item’s description, the Dragon Scale Blade underwent further changes.

Its blade continuously elongated and narrowed until it reached about eighty centimeters, transforming from a bone-chopping knife to the shape of a horizontal sword.

"Hell yeah, this is awesome! Hahaha!"

Liu Zheng laughed wildly, disregarding the pain on his body and the enemy before him.