Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Even Liu Zheng couldn't help but take notice, not to mention the audience below the stage, many of whom were completely stunned.

However, the scene on stage soon became less aesthetically pleasing.

As Hii Shikibu's movements gradually accelerated, countless black characters emanated from her every gesture.

They quickly coalesced into smoke and then spread outwards.

Although it didn't completely obstruct the view, it still created an unsettling atmosphere on the stage.

And this is just the beginning.

"Hishibu seems to be very angry."

"Isn't she the one who writes sweet romance novels? Where does all this negativity come from?"

"I don't know, maybe it's because he writes sweet romance novels and no one wants him, so he became a pervert?"

"Well, who told her to always dress like that? If only she had changed into this outfit sooner, I..."

"What about you?"

"I'll arrange for Qinghu to go on a blind date with her."

"Wow, you're so mean. No wonder you write villain stories."

The whispers in the audience, like the murmur of venomous snakes, reached Hii Shikibu's ears.

The dancer, who was gliding with her knees bent, had no expression on her face, but the black mist grew thicker and thicker.

"I haven't even asked yet, how's the dance battle going to go?"

Despite being surrounded by black mist, Liu Zheng remained calm and asked the black cat.

"Don't do anything impolite to the other person, and just jump. The stage will make its own judgment."

The black cat replied.

"I see. Okay then."

He took off his legendary vest and tied it around his waist, then ripped off his Bloody Restaurant uniform, revealing his incredibly muscular physique.

Liu Zheng threw it with all his might, and the uniform glided through the air like a flying squirrel before landing in the audience.

"Wow~"

The audience members all stood on tiptoe or other parts of their bodies, trying to snatch this unexpected gift.

However, they immediately froze.

Because two enormous, invisible blades were blocking the sky above, the meaning was clear: anyone who dared to take them would be cut down.

The novelist maintained a gentle smile, yet the murderous aura emanating from him dispelled even the surrounding black mist.

Under the gaze of the authors, the uniform of the Bloodstained Restaurant was gently hooked by an invisible blade arm, then floated down and landed in her arms.

The novelist hugged the uniform tightly, a genuine smile appearing on his face, and the murderous aura suddenly dissipated.

"Holy crap, I've got an idea!"

"Fuck, me too!"

"Holy crap, I'm going to cut up this book and start a new one!"

"Didn't you just cut up the last book you were writing and start this one?"

"That was just something I wrote casually to fool the editor. I have a feeling this is the real love letter I'm going to use to prove my point!"

Amidst the discussions, many authors took out their writing tools and began creating.

The black mist around them had also thinned considerably.

After all, inspiration is the best medicine for authors.

"Not bad."

The black cat naturally noticed the changes in the scene and nodded in satisfaction.

If it can maintain the association's order and inspire authors, the position of the next vice president is practically its for the taking.

"Delivery driver, you've really given me a lot of surprises."

"I just don't know if you can still pull off a miracle?"

"If you can successfully defend your title and become this year's dance king, I wouldn't mind deepening our relationship."

The black cat looked at Liu Zheng with anticipation.

Liu Zheng was unaware of Black Cat's plans; all he could see now was Hishi Shikibu.

Or rather, all he saw was Hishishibu's dance.

Liu Zheng is not enthusiastic about dancing, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like watching dance.

On the contrary, he enjoys watching dance videos and has even participated in a dance club.

Figure skating is also one of Liu Zheng's favorite sports to watch.

In Liu Zheng's opinion, Hishibu's figure skating level has reached that of a professional athlete.

If you compare yourself to her with similar dance styles, you will inevitably be drawn into her rhythm, and you will certainly lose.

"Passion and spontaneity."

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes and quickly came up with an idea.

Suddenly, he twisted his waist and hips, then pointed forward.

His flirtatious gestures resembled a playboy flirting with a beautiful woman, but his resolute gaze was like that of a king summoning his soldiers.

This one appearance alone was enough to impress the audience.

Chapter 228 He's my man, no one but me can have him.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp, powerful snap of his fingers, Liu Zheng began to dance.

The four tentacles undulated like waves, but their movements were strong and powerful, without the slightest stickiness.

"Clap!"

Strong, powerful hooves pounded the ground, making a sound like tap shoes.

He walked toward Hishishikibu with rhythmic dance steps.

The surrounding black mist surged toward him, only to be pushed aside.

"Huh? Oh, I forgot to grant the permissions."

The black cat was puzzled at first when it saw this scene, and then it suddenly understood.

It patted its forehead, then picked up a quill and pointed it at Liu Zhengyi.

Liu Zheng felt as if a valve had been opened within his soul.

The first black character emerged from his body, then the second, the third, and the fourth.

Countless words rushed to break free from the shackles of reason, breathing in the fresh air beyond Liu Zheng's will.

The text was initially black, but later it began to be mixed with some red.

In the end, it had turned completely blood red.

A thick, dark red fog enveloped Liu Zheng, as if a thick mosaic had been applied to his face.

Amidst the thick fog, faint screams could still be heard.

There were screams of women, screams of men, screams of insects, and screams of mermaids.

And there was Liu Zheng's own screams.

All the pain that Liu Zheng witnessed, experienced, and caused, unknowingly became echoes in his soul, lingering in his mind.

"Ow!"

A loud and high-pitched scream echoed throughout the entire Colosseum.

Sensing the powerful will behind them, all the authors turned pale with fright.

As if they had found a pillar of support, all the screams adjusted their rhythm and joined this chorus of suffering.

The music and lights in the Colosseum also seemed to become unstable due to the influence of the chorus.

The originally bright and lively accompaniment became intermittent, and some key syllables were replaced with screams.

The originally colorful laser lights were now dim, and eventually all turned into black and red light.

The originally cheerful dance party atmosphere instantly turned into a horror movie scene.

Liu Zheng was completely unaware of this. As the negative thoughts that he had been suppressing and holding back were finally released, he was now in a state of unparalleled lightness.

His light soul guided his light body, ascending towards an even lighter state.

Dance! Dance! Dance!

Every muscle in Liu Zheng's body was activated, moving according to their own will.

However, their rhythms are unified under one sound.

The sound started out softly, but quickly grew louder and louder, engulfing the chorus of screams.

"Ya! Shub-Niggurath!"

"Meow meow meow!"

The black cat stared wide-eyed.

Other platinum authors also showed expressions of surprise.

They could certainly tell that Liu Zheng had heard the gospel, but they didn't expect that this would bring out the gospel.

"Great idea! Let's all go together!"

"A platinum author, wearing a mink coat and sporting a mouthful of gold teeth, shouted."

Platinum authors, including Black Cat, nodded and then picked up their quills.

As they pointed their quills, all the black mist came alive, breaking down and recombining into articles.

Then all the articles rushed onto the stage, completely enveloping Liu Zheng.

The Colosseum was silent for a moment, then the music and lights returned to normal.

However, all platinum authors know that this is only temporary.

If the Writers' Association's black mist can't dispel Liu Zheng's blood mist, then things will get really messy.

Moreover, this was just a normal process in a dance battle, with the authors' dark mists colliding and eroding each other.

While experiencing pain, the authors were also able to free themselves from their negative thoughts.

This process also refines the author's thinking.

As the dance king who perseveres to the end, negative thoughts are also worn away most thoroughly, and after the dance, he is often able to write a work that is beyond his usual level.

However, something unexpected has happened.

Who would have thought that this newcomer's negative thoughts would be so intense?

An endless black mist surged toward the stage, sizzling like hot oil poured onto a hot iron, turning into wisps of smoke.

Although Liu Zheng's blood mist cannot compare with that of the authors in terms of quantity, its texture is surprisingly hard due to the blessing of the gospel.

As the black fog in the entire arena dissipated by a small portion, while only a thin layer of the dense fog around him was worn away, even the platinum-level authors couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

They only ever complained that the authors had too much negative emotion; they never imagined that one day they would complain that there wasn't enough black fog.

However, using forces outside the established procedures could lead to even more uncontrollable consequences.

How to do?

All the other platinum authors turned their attention to Black Cat.

They all had a good relationship with the black cat to be able to attend this ball.

But as platinum authors, they naturally have their own will and temperament.