It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Chapter 219 Isn't this a novelist? I haven't seen you for a few days.
The woman in the dress immediately lowered her head.

Liu Zheng also withdrew his gaze.

"Senior, let's go in."

The novelist took the initiative to hold his tentacles.

"it is good."

Liu Zheng nodded and walked forward.

The novelist looked up at him, then suddenly turned back.

The driver's eyes met hers in the air, and after an invisible collision, his figure suddenly became illusory for a moment.

"What an amazing woman."

The driver looked away.

Young people are quite lucky in terms of women, but they just don’t know how to enjoy them.

He shook his head and started the engine.

"what happened?"

Feeling the novelist's body suddenly tremble, Liu Zheng lowered his head and asked.

"Nothing, Senior."

She shook her head.

"Ok."

Since she refused to say, Liu Zheng did not ask any more questions.

The two men arrived at the door of the club and the waiter reached out to stop them.

"Welcome to the two guests. Would you like to participate as Izanami or as a novelist?"

the waiter asked politely.

"Izanami?"

Liu Zheng looked at the novelist.

"That was my former pen name, Senior."

The novelist explained.

"Oh. What's the difference between the two identities?"

he asked.

"The Writers Association divides literary works into many fields. A writer's pen name can only correspond to one field, and he or she can enjoy the achievements and treatment in this field."

The waiter took the initiative to explain.

"I see."

Liu Zheng nodded.

He said nothing, leaving the choice to the novelist himself.

“I want to participate as a novelist.”

After a moment's silence, the novelist gritted his teeth and said.

"Okay, here are the credentials for entry and exit, please take them."

The waiter took out two gray quills and handed them to the two men.

The novelist pinned the quill pen to his chest, and Liu Zheng followed suit.

"please."

The waiter made way for the passage, and behind the door was a magnificent hall.

However, when Liu Zheng stepped through the gate, his hooves stepped not on soft carpet but hard stones.

What he saw was not a banquet hall, but a huge circular building.

The center of the building is a large square, surrounded by layers of stands.

The stands are supported by three layers of concrete barrel arches, with dozens of arches on each layer, forming three circles of circular corridors at different heights. The top layer is a solid wall several dozen meters high.

This building is so magnificent and full of classical atmosphere.

Liu Zheng happened to know this building. In reality, its name is the Roman Colosseum.

The gray feather pen suddenly stood up and pointed in a direction.

Liu Zheng guessed that this should be leading the way for them, so he led the novelist in the direction of the feather pen.

Soon, they found their seats.

To be precise, it's the location, because they don't have any seats.

Similar to the seating arrangement at modern concerts, the seats at the ancient Roman Colosseum were more prestigious the closer to the front row.

Liu Zhenghe's position as a novelist is at the top, which in ancient Rome was reserved for the lowest people in society, such as women without status, slaves and the poor.

He glanced at the novelist, whose face showed no emotion.

But compared to the smiling face when they met, this expression already shows her mood at the moment.

"Why is there no one here? Did we arrive too early?"

Liu Zheng brought up the topic.

"They are already here, they just have to wait until the time is right to be seen."

The novelist shook his head and said.

"I see."

He checked his phone and saw that he still had five minutes left.

"By the way, I'll give you a gift."

He took out the "Editor's Experience Book" from the system space and took out the keyboard pad from the takeaway box.

"This is."

The novelist took the "Editor's Notes" with surprise in his eyes.

Even for someone of her level, this is a very rare and valuable item.

To get it, power and money are not enough, but also very strict conditions must be met.

She had seen it once at an auction held within the Writers Association, and the final transaction price even shocked her.

And Liu Zheng just gave it to her, as casually as giving her a cup of coffee.

And this keyboard mat.

The novelist stroked the silky surface, which felt incredibly smooth.

The silk products made by the spider-weaving clan are considered high-end goods in the entire metropolis.

"Senior, do you know their value?"

the novelist asked.

"I don't know. Do you like it?"

Liu Zheng asked back.

"I like it very much," the novelist replied.

"Oh, that's enough."

He nodded.

"Ah."

The novelist looked up at him with gentle eyes.

It would be a pity to just eat such a handsome senior.

"clang!"

A huge bell suddenly rang throughout the Colosseum.

As the bell rang, countless figures suddenly appeared in the originally empty auditorium.

Some of them are human, and some are not.

Some are human-shaped, and some are not.

Some don't even have a complete body, just a hand or a mouth.

But they all have one thing in common: they all have a feather pen on them.

The quills in the front row are white and gold, the quills in the second row are gold, the quills in the third row are green, the quills in the fourth row are red, and the quills in the fifth row are white.
All the way to the top floor where Liu Zheng and the novelist stood, their quills were gray.

Contrary to what Liu Zheng expected, there were the fewest participants at the top level, only a few dozen.

Therefore, they became the most eye-catching presence in the Colosseum.

Liu Zheng noticed that at least hundreds of eyes were looking at the two of them, and the meaning implied in their gazes was not very friendly.

“Why are there so few people at the top?”

he asked in a low voice.

"The entry threshold for this kind of salon dance is relatively high. The top authors are not eligible to participate unless they are specially invited by the association."

The novelist explained.

"I see. The person who invited you must have bad intentions."

Liu Zheng said frankly.

If it is a truly small-time author, then it is an opportunity, but for a novelist who once had achievements but turned to failure, it is a naked humiliation.

"Yes, and I can't refuse. But Senior will be humiliated along with me."

The novelist said apologetically.

"What does that mean?"

He waved his hands to show that he didn't care.

It's just a punishment of standing in the corner. Not to mention humiliation, it's not even targeted.

I remember when he was eating shit in the sewer.
Well, forget it, it’s better not to think about it.

"Welcome all authors to this salon dance. I am the host, 'The Fool.'"

A beam of light shone down from the void, revealing a black cat wearing a formal suit and a top hat.

Its hind paws support its body and its front paws hold the microphone, which looks funny and cute.

As soon as it finished speaking, warm applause broke out in the Colosseum.

Liu Zheng also followed the crowd and clapped.

"This is a great writer in the field of novels. Last year, the best-selling novel at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Amon and His Monocle, was written by him."

The novelist introduced it in his ear.

Liu Zheng nodded to indicate that he remembered it, but did not take it to heart.

Even when he was still writing online articles in real life, these top authors had nothing to do with him, not to mention that he was just a delivery man now.

"In the first half of the year, the members of our Writers Association provided sufficient spiritual food for the citizens of the metropolis and provided a solid guarantee for the order of the metropolis. The City Hall sent a special letter to praise us and gave us rewards."

"As usual, before the dance begins, we will hold a competition as an appetizer, and the rewards from the City Hall will also be the prizes for the competition."

"The format of the competition will be determined later by random drawing on the spot."

"As for now?"

The black cat paused, then looked around the rows of seats in the Colosseum.

There was a smile on its lips and its eyes were calm.

However, all the authors whose eyes were scanned by it had a serious expression.

After all, he is a top author in the field of novels.

If we limit the time period to recent years, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is the number one writer of novels.

"I know that those of us who write usually like to stay at home and don't like socializing."

"So, before the game starts, I'll give everyone fifteen minutes to bond with each other."

"Okay, everyone, relax and get started."

After Black Cat finished speaking, he took the lead and walked towards the first row of the audience seats.

With its influence, the atmosphere in the Colosseum became lively.

Some left their seats to look for authors they were familiar with, while others started chatting with the authors nearby.

"Want to go find someone you know?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"No need, senior."

The novelist shook his head.

She had no acquaintances in the field of novels, and as for short stories, that was a thing of the past.

But she doesn't go to others, others come to her.

"Isn't this Izanami? How come after not seeing you for a few days, you have to stand at the dance?"

A sarcastic voice sounded behind Liu Zheng.

He turned around suddenly, but did not see the person who spoke.

It was not until two minutes later that the person who spoke slowly walked up to them.

This is a woman wearing a five-colored twelve-piece dress. She has a face as round as a full moon, her face is covered with thick lead powder, and her lips are dyed red with unknown blood. She looks like an evil ghost.

Her long hair fell to the ground like a waterfall, and her eyebrows were just two small lumps, like two beans.

Of course, you can't say that this is ugly, you can only say that it doesn't conform to Liu Zheng's aesthetic.

Noticing his subtle gaze, the novelist showed a satisfied expression.

The Twelve Single Women also noticed Liu Zheng's gaze and glared at him.

In a trance, Liu Zheng seemed to see two one-horned evil ghosts, one blue and one red, emerging from her eyes and pouncing towards him.

The two evil ghosts, Qing and Hong, grew taller in the wind, and by the time they reached him, they had become as tall as two stories.

One of them held a gavel and the other held an iron hammer, and they smashed down on him hard.

(End of this chapter)