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

Chapter 666 At worst, I'll just give my life back to the novelist.
"I feel like the word 'madness' is more suited to a knife."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

"After all, people usually say someone goes crazy and starts hacking at others, but I've never heard of someone going crazy and starts stabbing others."

"Hmm, that makes sense. In that case, I'll forge a simple knife."

"Oyegan said."

"The broadsword is ugly and not flexible enough."

He shook his head.

"So, how badly do you want to be beaten?"

"Oyegan asked."

"How about the goose feather saber? It's both beautiful and practical."

Liu Zheng said.

“Alright, then let’s make it into the standard design of the Goose Feather Blade.”

Ouyegan nodded.

"You wouldn't be thinking of using me to forge swords, would you?"

He reacted.

"That's right. Otherwise, why would I ask for your opinion?"

"Sigh, I knew it. Let's get this straight, you can use me to forge a knife, but I can only cut it piece by piece, not jump in all at once."

Liu Zheng immediately started negotiating terms.

Anyway, most people crave his meat and the abundance of "meat" in his pot; he's used to it.

"I won't allow you to jump in completely. Do you think just any piece of meat will do? We have to extract the essence and discard the dross."

"Of course, jumping in completely isn't without its advantages. By leveraging the resolve of those who are being sacrificed to die or the resentment of those who died unjustly, one can often turn something rotten into something magical."

"However, I do not like such shortcuts, so you can rest assured."

"Oyegan said."

Whether I feel at ease or not depends on who gets to keep this knife after it's forged.

Liu Zheng replied.

No one would complain about having too many weapons, especially since he already has four tentacles. Even with this Metropolitan Edition "Snow Drinking Mad Blade," he's still missing one.

"Why? You want it?"

Ou Yegan asked deliberately.

"Of course, a knife forged from my own flesh should be most effective when used by me."

He said it as a matter of course.

"What's the rush? According to my rules, whoever provides the materials has priority in purchasing. As long as you can afford the price, this knife will naturally be yours."

Oyegan glanced at him and said.

"Hehe, that's great, you're so wise."

Liu Zheng stood up and gave a loud bow.

"I may not be able to say about your other skills, but I have certainly seen your shamelessness."

"Oyegan said with disdain."

He's a tech enthusiast, and he hates these smooth-talking guys who can change their minds faster than flipping through a book.

"There's nothing I can do. If I had your abilities, I would also be willing to shut myself in and ignore everyone, but I don't."

Liu Zheng smiled wryly.

Who would be willing to be obsequious and smile at everyone they meet?

Back when he was in school, he was the kind of person who could chase someone for two miles with a brick, and wouldn't let go even when the teacher threatened to expel him.

Although I became more tactful after starting work, I was still prepared to smash my boss's head with an ashtray.

In reality, having a bad temper might only get you into jail, but in a metropolis, if you're incompetent and have a bad temper, you'll never survive.

Liu Zheng doesn't want to die now, and he's reluctant to die.

The metropolis is so big, he wanted to explore it more before settling the account.

"Alright, stop wallowing in self-pity. You dare to stand up to even a peacock, why are you pretending to be humble to me?"

If it weren't for the need to maintain a good image, Ouyegan would have loved to roll his eyes at him.

"Hehe, I don't need to for work, so it's not contradictory."

Liu Zheng said with a grin.

"Wait here, I'll go get the knife."

After saying this, Ouyegan got up and left.

"Don't wander around. If something happens to you, I won't be responsible for your funeral."

He turned around and reminded him again.

"Don't worry, I promise I won't move."

Liu sat up straight like a primary school student.

"Hmph, you'd better do so."

Oyegan walked out of the hall and returned shortly afterward carrying a box.

"This box contains 'sloth'."

He handed the box to Liu Zheng.

Liu Zheng opened the box, inside which was a fruit knife less than two fingers long.

The handle looks like it was made by grinding two finger bones, and the back of the blade is raised in an arc, giving it a feeling that it is neither easy to use nor does it seem like it should be easy to use.

Name: Laziness

Type: Equipment

Quality: Perfect

Effect 1: Food cut by a kitchen knife will remain in its current state, but will quickly rot if processed again (limited to perfect quality and below).

"Effect 2: The target cut by the kitchen knife will make a will check. If the check fails, the fighting spirit will decrease (the decrease and duration are related to the target's mental attribute)."

"Effect 3: Players can transform into the 'Sloth Demon' for one second, and can only use it once per dungeon."

"Note: It's best if they live, but it's okay if they die."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"

"No wonder it's called 'lazy'."

The ultimate skill only lasts for one second; I wonder what kind of amazing move it is.

Liu Zheng was interested in trying it out, but ultimately gave up the idea.

After all, there will still be opportunities to borrow "laziness" from White Feather Chicken in the future. If we lose a powerful move then, it will be like shooting ourselves in the foot.

"bring it on."

He put away his "laziness" and spread out his tentacles, looking as if he were at the mercy of others.

"What's coming?"

Oyegan looked at him strangely.

"Didn't you say you were going to use me to forge swords?"

"Do you think forging knives is like cooking? You just start doing it without thinking."

Ouyegan finally couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"I need to first draw a rough sketch, then prepare the materials, and then analyze the relationships of mutual generation and restraint among them."

He rattled off a whole list of key points about sword forging.

"Can't understand."

Liu Zheng revealed a clear look in his eyes.

"I've been offered a lot of money by many people to say what I just said, but I wouldn't. You listened for nothing and still didn't understand. You're truly hopeless."

"Ohegan said with disdain."

"I haven't studied it, so it's normal that I don't understand. Let me explain how to write a novel, will you understand?"

he retorted.

"You dare to talk back to me? I'll return the stuff to you, but give me back 'laziness'."

Ou Yegan said angrily.

"Dream on. The money and goods are settled. Even if you sue me in court, it won't do you any good."

Liu Zheng said smugly.

"Hehe, kid, you forgot, I haven't received the Taiyi Refined Gold yet, so the payment isn't settled."

Ou Yegan sneered.

"That's right, I'm just a piece of rotten wood, the kind that's so rotten I'm covered in blisters. Please calm down, don't take offense at someone like me."

He readily admitted defeat.

"Hmph, don't think I'm just a fool who only knows how to forge swords. Back when I was roaming the martial world, your ancestors were still breastfeeding."

Oyegan said with a hint of pride.

"Yes, yes, yes, you are highly respected and virtuous, with both talent and virtue. You have walked more roads than I have swum across rivers, and eaten more rice than I have eaten excrement."

"Stop, this is getting more and more disgusting. It's getting late, so please excuse me for not keeping you here. Remember to bring the Taiyi Refined Gold next time. Rong'er, see the guest out."

Oyegan gave them the order to leave.

"Got it, Dad."

Ou Yerong came out again, holding a tablet in her hand. "Please, young master."

She reluctantly put down the tablet and led Liu Zheng outside.

"I just heard you say, young master, that you can write novels?"

Ou Yerong suddenly asked.

"That's just a normal skill I have all my life."

Liu Zheng said modestly.

"Then why not become a novelist instead of a food delivery driver?"

"Ou Yerong asked curiously."

"I used to be a writer, but I gave up after seeing my limits. Writing novels is different from forging swords. Writing novels is a draining process, and it's hard to keep going without enough positive feedback. Now I've changed careers and become a food delivery driver, which is a way of rebuilding my skills. Maybe I'll pick up my pen again when I have some inspiration."

He smiled and said.

I'll write a book called "Epic Deliveryman: Starting from Metropolis" and give it to the novelist as a gift.

“I see. I’ve always wanted to be a screenwriter, but my father wanted me to follow in his footsteps and become a swordsmith.”

Ou Yerong said.

"There's no conflict between them. Whether it's writing novels or screenplays, it all relies on talent and long-term accumulation, and both can be done as side jobs. You can learn sword forging while writing screenplays. Anyway, Master Ouye isn't going to treat you like a beast of burden and make you forge swords 24 hours a day."

Liu Zheng comforted him.

"Young master is indeed a shrewd person; no wonder you were able to persuade my father to sell 'laziness' to you."

Ou Yerong said admiringly.

"You flatter me, Miss. By the way, I have two female writer friends whose novels have been adapted into screenplays. I'd like to introduce you to them if there's a chance."

He thought for a moment and said.

"Great! I rarely go out, and I'm just worried about not having a female companion."

"I'm so happy," Ou Yerong said.

"Surely not? Is Master Ouye that strict?"

Liu Zheng asked in surprise.

"It's not Father's fault. I was born with a sword aura, which I have to suppress with the aura of the hundred weapons in the workshop, otherwise I will be injured by the sword aura."

“My father forced me to learn sword forging, hoping that I could refine the sword energy in my body and get rid of this disease.”

Ou Yerong explained.

"I see. No wonder Master Ouye said that every family has its own problems."

He sighed.

"Young master, you must introduce me to those two ladies!"

Before leaving, Ou Yerong gave him some instructions.

"Is everything alright?"

Liu Zheng only came to his senses while sitting in the hearse.

Nightingale and the sea woman could be said to have done it out of necessity to complete the mission, but what about Ou Yerong?

Having already obtained "laziness," the reason of wanting a Snow Drinking Mad Blade without even a sketch is clearly not sufficient.

The thought of the blade slicing through his head sent shivers down his spine.

If he lost his second life because he couldn't kill all those monsters and demons, then he'd probably be in the top ten of the most bizarre behavior awards for gamers in hell.

But it's impossible not to tell the truth. Not to mention that Liu Zheng isn't the kind of person who likes to lie, the novelist isn't stupid either; he found out as soon as he asked.

Females have an intuition for whether a male is cheating, and they are almost always right.

The one who didn't get selected usually has other problems.

For example, he has a friend in real life.

Forget it, let's not make comparisons.

"How about introducing Nightingale and Ama to her?"

Liu Zheng thought about it for a moment and felt it wasn't a good idea.

These two aren't friends, they're lovers. What's the point of Ou Yerong getting involved?

If Ou Yerong were to be bent, Ou Yegan would even help him forge a knife, more like turning him into a knife.

"Forget it, let's just take it one step at a time."

Liu Zheng steeled his resolve and stepped on the gas to start the hearse.

Anyway, the novelist has saved him several times, so he should just return the sheep's life to her.

"You scoundrel, where are my divine weapons?"

Upon entering the clinic, the panda stretched out its paw, begging for something.

"It's at the sword-making workshop."

Liu Zheng replied.

The panda was disappointed for a few seconds, then became excited again.

"Haha, the jade slip of inheritance is now mine."

"That's a nice idea, but we're just borrowing it for a month to appreciate, and we'll want it back later."

He said.

"I don't care. As long as you don't return it to me, the inheritance jade slip is mine."

The panda insisted.

"It's yours, it's yours. I didn't ask you for it. Look at how stingy you are. By the way, give me that Taiyi Refined Gold. I promised to give it to someone else."

Liu Zheng said.

"What right do you have to use my things to promise others?"

The panda was unhappy.

"What do you mean 'your stuff'? This was captured by us together, and ownership hasn't been distributed yet."

he retorted.

"I don't care, what's in my hands is mine."

The panda started acting like a scoundrel.

"You even said that once we got to the city, I could have any rare and precious treasures I wanted, but you're the one who's eyeing my measly little things."

"I've only been with you for less than a day, and I've already suffered countless serious injuries. Even my natal magic weapon has been damaged, and yet you treat me like this. I can't live like this anymore."

"Let's break up, you stay in your metropolis, I'll go back to my remote mountains!"

"The panda shouted."

In a narrow sense, a metropolis refers to the old city plus the new city, as well as some enclaves within the city.

"Alright, alright, it's not like I'm taking it for free. I'll pay for it, okay?"

Liu Zheng said helplessly.

"I don't want money. I have nowhere to spend it anyway. Just find a weapon refiner for me and repair my two flags."

The panda immediately said.

You don't know what you're missing until you come to the city, and once you do, you're shocked.

Doctor Nile, a master who can consistently defeat it, can only manage to open a small clinic in the city.

I've heard other demon kings say that people in the city sometimes catch pandas to keep as pets or food.

It has no household registration, so if it gets caught outside, it has nowhere to go.

"Okay, okay, I'll find it for you."

Liu Zheng said helplessly.

"Oh right, I almost forgot about your identity."

He made a call to the ace.

"Wow, awesome, boss."

The ace shouted as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Brother Pai, don't embarrass me. If you keep doing this, I'll start calling you Master Beers."

Liu Zheng said.

"Yue, that's disgusting, don't scream. But you're really amazing, you actually made the Criminal Investigation Bureau swallow this bitter pill."

The ace was amazed.

What kind of department is the Criminal Investigation Bureau? Apart from the deputy director and the director, they don't respect anyone else. Even when they ask the Logistics Department for things, they slam their fists on the table and demand them.

Especially the other criminal investigation bureaus, which are seen as garbage dumps by the First Criminal Investigation Bureau.

This time they suffered a major setback, and the entire Public Security Department, while not exactly celebrating, was certainly overjoyed.

This is also why the "rejection faction" was able to reach a reconciliation with the Criminal Investigation Bureau so quickly. After all, the whole thing was started by the Criminal Investigation Bureau from the beginning, just using the name of the Public Security Department.

"What do you mean by 'suppressing your feelings'? They asked for just as much as they wanted."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

"Two internal exam slots, I know. The price isn't low, but it's not high either. You're worth much more than two full-time employees."

Ace praised.

"Brother Pai, I have a feeling you want something from me?"

He squinted and said.

(End of this chapter)