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

Chapter 651 A Hundred Million Yuan Prize!
Name: Black Carp Dragon's Relic (One-Time Use)

Type: Item

Quality: Perfect

"Effect: There is a 1% chance of instant death after use, and a 99% chance of gaining the 'Great Fortune' status, which lasts for one hour."

"Note: I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled! I hate it! I hate it!"

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

"Cool!"

Looking at the product description, Liu Zheng slammed his fist into his thigh.

"Why are you hitting me like that?"

"The panda complained."

"Haha. Anyway, you're tough and thick-skinned, a little punch won't break you."

He laughed loudly.

The panda rolled its eyes and chose not to argue with him.

"Is it better to use the relic of vengeance or the golden lotus seed?"

After the initial excitement, Liu Zheng fell into deep thought again.

Soon, he made a decision.

Use the relics of the deceased.

After all, these two items can also be used as trump cards, and the Golden Lotus Seed, which is 100% close to the maximum luck value, is more stable than the Resentful Relic, which has a 99% maximum luck value.

Without further hesitation, Liu Zheng swallowed the relic of resentment.

"Item effect activated, player gains the 'Great Fortune' status, lasting for one hour."

The system prompt sounds.

"go!"

Liu Zheng didn't want to waste a second and rushed into the lottery shop to grab the tablet.

The green screen displayed only one large, bright red character.

smoke!
He clicked, and the word "slap" suddenly transformed into a giant hand that reached out from the screen and slapped him across the face before returning to its original form.

???

Three huge question marks appeared above Liu Zheng's head.

"Boss, are you fucking messing with me?"

Once he was "burning with rage," he was ready to fight to the death.

"Who's messing with you? You can stick your butt out however you want, but you can't just say whatever you want."

The store manager reached under the counter again.

"Isn't this just messing with me? What about my scratch-off lottery tickets?"

"Isn't the scratch-off lottery ticket right on your face?"

The store manager pointed to the side of his face that had been slapped and said.

Liu Zheng touched it with his tentacles and, sure enough, peeled off a scratch-off lottery ticket.

"Didn't you say that electronic scratch cards are randomly generated?"

he questioned.

"That's right. Every time you press the 'draw' button, an electronic monster is generated on the server. The electronic monster will turn into a scratch card based on the server's electronic noise, radioactive decay, quantum effects, and so on. Isn't that electronic enough? Isn't that random enough?"

The store manager countered with a question.

".enough."

Sure enough, there's nothing of substance in the Metropolis.

Liu Zheng wasted no more time and picked up the coins next to him to start scratching.

The scratch-off lottery tickets look similar to those in real life, with an overall red color, the words "Metropolitan Welfare Lottery" in gold in the upper left corner, and "Face Value 50 Yuan" in the upper right corner.

The upper part of the background is a blueprint of the municipal building, also depicted in gold, and below the blueprint are the winning numbers and my numbers.

He first scratched off the winning numbers, which were 88 and 66.

"The winning numbers are all so auspicious, no wonder I have MAX luck."

Liu Zheng sped up and used four coins to scrape my number area clean in a few strokes.

There are five numbers in each row, ten rows in total, and fifty of my numbers.

He looked through the numbers one by one, starting with the first one.

"bingo!"

The second number is 88.

Below the "88" is a set of parentheses containing the number 1000, which means the reward is 1000 points.

Liu Zheng continued looking and found six more winning numbers, earning another 4000 points.

"You're really lucky, kid."

The shop owner frowned.

One scratch-off ticket won 5000 points; normally, you might not have such a lucky customer even once a week.

“There are even more prosperous ones.”

With a triumphant start, Liu Zheng felt a surge of pride and pressed the "draw" button again.

To speed things up, he simply used four things at once: one tentacle for drawing prizes and the other three for scratching them.

They didn't even look at the scraped material; they just handed it all over to the panda to keep and look at it later.

The shop owner didn't care. Each scratch-off ticket had anti-counterfeiting and anti-tampering features, so even a legendary mage couldn't copy one using a wish spell.

"Boss, another five thousand, please."

In high spirits, Liu Zheng took out several stacks of money and piled them on the counter.

"You could draw 10,000 of these and that would be enough."

The shop owner counted them and said.

"Then ten thousand tickets, draw them all and that's it."

It takes him about half a second to draw a scratch card, so he draws 7200 cards in an hour. The remaining 2000 or so cards definitely won't get the "Good Fortune" bonus.

But it didn't matter; he wasn't short of money. He could just consider it a way to recoup some of the losses for the city hall.

"Go ahead and draw, let's see how many you can win."

The shop owner didn't care, since he wasn't the one paying for the prizes, and the HR department wouldn't disqualify him just because his lottery shop had a high winning rate.

In the frenzied atmosphere of the raffle, an hour flew by.

“The ‘Great Fortune’ status has been cancelled.”

The system notification sound snapped Liu Zheng out of his mechanical screen-tapping.

"Abao, count the lottery tickets."

He moved his somewhat stiff tentacles and gave the order.

"I've been counting them, there are 6302 in total."

"That's what the panda said."

"Checking them one by one is too slow. Is there a faster way to verify the prizes?"

Liu Zheng asked.

The shop owner was engrossed in reading the newspaper and couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

"Looks like the boss really wants to share a room with me. Okay, I'll stay here tonight. Ah Bao, go to the sanitation department and borrow a few fly men to serve me. Remember, the smelliest ones."

He solemnly gave the instructions to the panda.

"Bring it here."

The shop owner put down his newspaper and said expressionlessly.

"Abao, give him the scratch card."

Liu Zheng raised his chin.

"Oh."

The panda placed the mountain of scratch-off lottery tickets on the counter, and then the shop owner swiftly touched them.

The panda was so startled that its fur stood on end, and it leaped backwards to the doorway.

This is the first time in my life that a living being has ever done something like this to it.

"Your pet is nice. Sell it to me. Name your price."

The shop owner rubbed his fingertips together, seemingly still wanting more.

"Go to hell!"

The panda reacted immediately, letting out a furious curse, and leaped forward to pounce on the shop owner.

"Ah Bao, stop!"

Liu Zheng extended his tentacles and stopped it.

"First of all, I'm not short of money. Secondly, it's my subordinate, not some pet. If you continue to speak rudely, I'll book a galaxy-class private room at the Bloody Restaurant tonight."

He said to the shop owner.

"What are you going to do?"

“Invite the people in the personnel department to dinner. A top-tier banquet should be enough for them to ruin a former section chief who was forced into early retirement.”

Liu Zheng said calmly.

"Kid, you really want to fight me to the death?"

The shop owner's tone was sinister.

"You're the one who's looking for trouble. You've been in the city hall for a while now, have you forgotten how to treat people differently based on their status? You know perfectly well that I'm not your average deliveryman, yet you still act all high and mighty with me. No wonder you were relegated to guarding the lottery shop."

"That's only because I have a good temper. If my friend from the police department came, believe me, tonight a bunch of serious criminals would confess that you orchestrated those major cases, and tomorrow morning your arrest warrants would be plastered all over the streets."

He retorted without backing down.

"Are you bragging? Is your friend a minister or an executive vice minister?"

The shop owner didn't believe it at all.

Although the special operations team is relatively closed off, it still possesses basic political common sense.

"He was just a deputy section chief in the logistics department."

"Hahaha! The deputy section chief wants me to carry out the arrest warrant? Does he think his father is some big shot?"

The shopkeeper was amused. "His father isn't that lord, but he is a Planeswalker."

"Even a Planeswalker wouldn't have such great abilities."

A hint of apprehension flashed in the store manager's eyes.

"Not now, but soon. If you're well-informed, you should know that the Minister of Market Supervision, that Ancient Time Dragon, is resigning."

Liu Zheng said.

"what?"

The store manager instinctively showed a look of shock.

"It seems you don't know, so there's no need to talk about anything else."

He shook his head.

"Wait a minute, don't you feel uncomfortable if you only say half of what you mean?"

The store manager quit.

Although he has now distanced himself from politics, who doesn't love to hear gossip?
"There's no such thing as free information. I'll redeem my scratch-off lottery ticket first."

Liu Zheng said.

"Indecisive and half-hearted."

The store manager pursed his lips and placed all the scratch-off tickets on the tablet.

The word "draw" on the screen turned into a blood-red vortex, sucking all the scratch-off lottery tickets into it.

Then, a string of golden numbers appeared on the screen.

100560000.

"Fuck!"

The store manager's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"How can this be?!"

With an incredulous expression on his face, a golden digital image formed the character "福" (fortune/blessing) and flew off the screen, imprinting itself on Liu Zheng's tentacles.

"In the Metropolis, anything is possible. I want to claim my prize."

Liu Zheng said.

He's going to blow up the lottery shop in a bit, and he'll regret it terribly if the city hall doesn't let him claim his prize.

"A treasure of destiny, you must have used a treasure of destiny."

As expected of a former member of the special operations team, the store manager quickly guessed the truth.

"Whether it is or not, what does it have to do with you, store manager? Anyway, I didn't win your money."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

"Just because it's not my money that I can't be jealous? I don't care, you have to give me a share of the profits, or I'll report you for cheating."

The store manager started acting like a scoundrel.

"then you go."

He said calmly.

"I don't believe there's a rule against using luck-based treasures. Even if there is, I can just pay to have it removed. Anyway, these prizes won't end up in the hands of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, so I might as well get some tangible benefits."

"Damn it, I hate dealing with stingy second-generation rich kids like you. You're so difficult to deal with."

The store manager gritted his teeth and said.

"is it?"

Liu Zheng took a bottle of bronze-labeled liquor from the broken mandarin duck wallet and placed it on the counter.

"what about now?"

He asked calmly.

"I really enjoy dealing with young, promising, and generous second-generation kids like you. It's a pleasure."

The store manager grabbed the bottle and placed it under the counter, saying with a sincere expression.

"Good eye. Okay, boss, give me my prize."

Liu Zheng said.

"Do you have any prizes you like, or do you want me to pull out the whole prize pool list for you?"

After receiving the gift, the store manager's attitude improved considerably.

"Give me the biggest one first."

"You want to trade for that sir's manuscript? Think carefully, that will cost a hundred million. If you use that money to buy other prizes, it would be enough to turn a penniless commoner into a darling of high society."

he reminded.

"But I'm already a darling of high society."

Liu Zheng replied.

"I didn't ask any more questions."

The store manager wanted to slap himself.

He picked up the tablet, operated it for a while, and then handed it to Liu Zheng.

"Paste your code."

To avoid giving Liu Zheng another chance to show off, he said briefly.

"Oh."

Liu Zheng pasted the "福" (good fortune) character on it.

The character "福" (fortune/blessing) was sucked in and immediately spat out.

Also spat out was a palm-sized black notebook.

There were no markings on the cover, and the material looked like ordinary artificial leather.

"This is that person's manuscript."

The store manager stared longingly at the laptop, his hand hovering over it, wanting to touch it but not daring to.

"If you want to touch it so badly, why don't you just touch it and see?"

Liu Zheng urged.

"Do you think I'm stupid? Who would dare to claim something sent by that lord?"

The store manager responded with a look as if he were an idiot.

There may be someone in Metropolis who dares to offend the Supreme Council, but it will definitely not be him.

"Ok."

Liu Zheng picked up the notebook, and unsurprisingly, no item descriptions popped up.

He opened the manuscript, and on the first page were three lines of text.

What is life?

What is consciousness?

What is existence?

"I don't know either."

Liu Zheng shook his head and turned to the next page.

The next page, like the pages that follow, is completely blank.

He wasn't disappointed; it was normal that he couldn't use the items given by someone of this caliber for the time being.

But where did I put this thing?

Liu Zheng wasn't comfortable putting them in the system space, and he wasn't comfortable putting them in the broken mandarin duck purse either.

After all, even the best of us can make mistakes.

With so many strange items and abilities in the metropolis, it's not impossible that he might be forced to lose his virginity someday.

He could lose everything else, but he would be devastated if he lost this manuscript.

But carrying it on your person is also not an option; carrying such a thing on your person is like a child carrying gold through a busy street – it's suicidal.

"There is."

Liu Zheng quickly came up with an idea.

He could create another storage device, put the manuscript inside, and then store the storage device in the system space, thus ensuring everything would be foolproof.

As for now.
"Abao, put those things away."

Liu Zheng handed the manuscript to Panda.

"Can't you just keep it yourself? I already have enough stuff in my bag."

The panda reluctantly accepted the manuscript.

"I feel more at ease if you keep it than if I keep it myself."

he said seriously.

"Alright, then I'll reluctantly keep it for you."

The panda couldn't hide its smugness.

Even if it were ignorant, it would know of the existence of the Supreme Speaker. Liu Zheng was willing to entrust such a valuable item to it for safekeeping, which shows the trust and importance he placed on it.

Although it hasn't decided whether to follow Liu Zheng yet, it's still happy about it.

"You have 56 points left. What do you want to exchange them for?"

"I asked the store manager."

How many points does a box of prenatal vitamins cost?

Liu Zheng asked.

Niu Ma mentioned before that if he won the lottery, he would help him redeem a box of eugenic drugs.

"One box is worth 10,000 points."

"Are there any similar prizes that are better than eugenic drugs?"

he asked again.

The cattle and horses were parasitized by something from the waste treatment plant last time, so the level of pollution is probably even higher.

"I think I have it. Let me look for it."

The store manager picked up the tablet and started browsing.

(End of this chapter)