The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 85: Playing Chess with Your Bones

Chapter 85: Chapter 85: Playing Chess with Your Bones

Well, a minimum spend, huh.

Looking at the front desk’s setup, it’s clear there’s no way out of playing.

He casually sat on the sofa, leaned back, and assumed a laid-back Ge You slouch.

"What kinds of activities do you have here?"

Liu Zheng said in a tone akin to prison yard lingo.

"Our place is the largest board game venue in the city. We have all the activities that other places have, and even ones they don’t."

The receptionist retracted her fangs and walked over, pouring him a cup of red tea.

"Then let’s go fishing,"

he said.

"Sir, we are a board game venue and only provide board game activities."

"I’m talking about board games, the kind where you launch fishing nets and cannonballs to catch fish and earn points."

Liu Zheng gestured to explain.

"Sir, that’s not considered a board game either,"

the receptionist maintained her smile.

"Who are you to define its category?"

"It’s played on a table and it’s a game, so how come it’s not a board game?"

He asserted, determined to vindicate the fishing game machine.

"Sir, haranguing like this will lead to punishment from me."

The receptionist’s smile began to fade.

"And what punishment would that be?"

Liu Zheng asked, eyeing her slender waist.

"Drained and made into a carpet,"

the receptionist pointed to the floor.

He looked down at the floor, only then noticing that the circular patterns were flattened skulls.

"That won’t do, I’m allergic to dust,"

Liu Zheng shook his head.

"Then I kindly ask you not to make unreasonable scenes."

"Fine, fine, fine, so playing Gomoku should be okay, right?"

he said.

"Gomoku?"

The receptionist was taken aback.

"If you’re saying Gomoku isn’t a board game, that’s really pushing it,"

"If you go too far, I might lose my temper."

Liu Zheng drew a bone chew toy and started tapping it.

"Tendaros Hound!"

The receptionist was so scared that her long fangs popped out.

"Who on earth are you?"

she asked with a grave voice.

"Just a mere deliveryman, that’s all. Hurry it up, are we playing or not?"

Liu Zheng urged.

"Since the customer has a request, our establishment naturally strives to fulfill it. We don’t have Gomoku, but please wait a moment, and I will go buy a set right away,"

the receptionist said, resigned.

"Why bother buying? We have everything we need right here,"

"Uh, I don’t quite follow what you mean,"

"Improvise, make a set right now."

He pulled out a boning knife and sliced off the end of a tentacle.

After stripping away the flesh and smoothing the protruding bone, a game piece was ready.

"My bones are white, so they’ll be the white pieces. You dye your bones black, and they’ll be the black pieces. You go first,"

"Wow, aren’t you getting a great deal?"

Liu Zheng said with an envious tone.

"Sir, even with the pieces, without a board, we can’t play,"

the receptionist said with a forced smile.

"Who says we don’t have a board?"

He lifted his shirt, made an incision across his stomach and slowly started to cut along it.

Before long, he had removed a rectangular piece of skin.

Just enough for half a board.

"Alright, your turn now,"

Liu Zheng passed the knife to the receptionist.

She didn’t take it.

"What, you don’t dare?"

He narrowed his eyes.

"If you can’t even fulfill a customer’s request, what kind of receptionist are you? Parading around in a maid outfit, is that the attitude a maid should have towards their master?"

"Daring to serve customers with this kind of attitude, do you think you’re fit for it? Are you effing suitable?"

Liu Zheng slammed the table.

As she listened to his reproach, the receptionist’s eyes nearly shot fire, her fists clenched tightly.

Sharp nails cut through her palms, dripping blood drop by drop onto the skin carpet.

But beyond her rage, there was a hint of fear deep in her eyes.

"Now I give you two options, either play chess with me or I’ll complain to City Hall about you,"

Liu Zheng demanded.

At this, the receptionist snorted.

"You’re just a deliveryman. City Hall won’t give a damn about you."

"Is that so? What if I get a first-class citizen to make the complaint?"

He sneered.

"You, just a delivery guy, think you can know a first-class citizen?"

The receptionist was somewhat panicked but also expressed skepticism.

"Look down on people with your ghost eyes."

Liu Zheng looked at her with disdain.

"Ever heard of the Heavenly Butcher Oink? I chat and laugh with it."

"Know the Fire Mage? I call his name, and he wouldn’t dare respond."

"The casino owner demon, I make him lose big, and he can only watch helplessly."

"You must know the fisherman from the sewer, I steal fish from his fishery, and he even gives me one for free."

One heavyweight name after another turned the receptionist’s face paler and paler.

She could feel it, this guy in front of her seemed not to be lying.

"I’ll count to ten, and after I count to ten, I’ll turn around and leave."

"The moment I step foot in City Hall to complain, the kitchen’s purchases will include people."

"Tomorrow’s special at Bloody Restaurant will be vampire sashimi," Liu Zheng said menacingly.

"Don’t!"

The receptionist screamed.

Her excitement made the veins in her body bulge out, like red earthworms.

"Why not? Because your teeth are long? Because your blood pressure is high?"

"Hurry up, if you don’t dare, I’ll help you."

Liu Zheng held up the boning knife.

The receptionist still hesitated.

"Ten."

"Nine."

...

"Five."

"Do you know what will happen to you after you’re sent to the kitchen?"

"You will hang from the ceiling, pierced by a dozen drills. They’ll grind away at your flesh, making sure you keep dripping blood."

"You’ll wish to die but won’t be able to because the kitchen needs your blood to feed rats."

’You know why? Because the ingredients for rats are rated higher than you.’

His voice was like the whisper of a demon.

"Stop talking!"

The receptionist screamed again.

Invisible sonic knives carved wounds on Liu Zheng’s body, and the carpet was torn apart.

But he didn’t care, he didn’t even glance at it.

"Four."

"Three."

"Two."

The doomsday countdown continued.

"One."

Liu Zheng stood up, ready to walk out of the board game cafe.

"I’ll cut!"

The receptionist, grinding her teeth, snatched the boning knife from his hand.

"Ever played Gomoku?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"A few times," she replied hesitantly.

"In Gomoku, there are 225 pieces, with 113 being black."

"But I have a way to fill the board. You can’t win, and you can’t lose."

"After one game, I need a new set of pieces. Humans have 206 bones, how many does a vampire have? Enough for how many games?" he asked coldly.

"You’ll also be cutting bones! You’ll die too!"

The receptionist shouted, as if clutching at her last straw.

"I can’t die."

Liu Zheng held up a tentacle that had been cut, with bone already growing back.

"And even if I have to die, so what?"

"I like living, but I enjoy watching you die even more," he said with a manic laugh.

"What do you want for you to let me go?"

"Is this how you ask someone for a favor?"

Liu Zheng’s eyes flashed fiercely.

"Master, as long as you forgive me, Ai Er will do anything."

The receptionist knelt down, ripping open the ribbon at her chest.

"Really? Then start with this."

He extended his hoof.

A fierce light flashed in the receptionist’s eyes, but she still picked up the hoof and extended her delicate tongue.

"What are you doing?"

Liu Zheng asked, puzzled.

"I am serving you, master," the receptionist said in an affected tone.

"Nerve, what if you give me bad breath?"

"I want you to trim my hoof," he said with distaste.

"Ah???"

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