Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

After a moment, it asked.

"The last poem of Bai Langzi, the genius poet of the Snake-People tribe."

Liu Zheng said.

"Forgive my ignorance, but I have never read this poet's works, nor have I heard of his reputation."

The Fool recalled for a moment and then said.

“There are many poems, and they are quite troublesome to recite. I am on Rose Street now. If it is convenient for you, you can come and take a look in person.”

"Okay. I'll be right there."

"That's what the fool said bluntly."

Soon, a carriage without a shaft or a driver drove into Rose Street.

The carriage itself was only half front; the other half was shrouded in gray fog.

In the blink of an eye, the carriage arrived in front of Liu Zheng.

"Delivery driver, I'm here."

The carriage door opened, and the Fool jumped out.

"Good evening, Mr. Plane Tree, and Mr. Projector."

Upon seeing the plane tree and the projected figure, it politely greeted them.

"Well, good evening."

The plane trees gave a perfunctory greeting.

Good evening, esteemed Mr. Fool.

The person projecting the message returned the greeting respectfully.

“Look, Mr. Fool, that is Bai Langzi’s manuscript.”

Liu Zheng pointed to the light screen and said.

"Sorry, I can't see anything."

The Fool spread his paws and said.

"Only those on the attendee list can see the projection. Mr. Fool could certainly crack it with his abilities, but a gentleman like him would never do something so impolite."

"That's what the projector said."

"Okay. No problem, you can just look at the original manuscript."

Liu Zheng took out the snake man's poem directly.

The fool took the manuscript and read it carefully. A few minutes later, he closed the manuscript.

Have you noticed anything amiss?

he asked.

"No."

The Fool shook his head.

"To be honest, although I have some expertise in the field of novels, I can't even write a simple limerick in the field of poetry. I really can't see the beauty in it."

It said somewhat awkwardly.

"Ok."

"However, I have another way. Who is that?"

After the Fool finished speaking, he looked at the cattle and horses in the distance and asked a question.

"That's my boss, we're brothers who've been through thick and thin together."

Liu Zheng replied.

"Just like me and this Mr. De Lego."

He added a sentence.

"Hmph, who in their right mind would want to have a life-or-death relationship with an idiot like you?"

The plane tree said disdainfully.

"Alright. I'm about to enter a state of high alert. Any impolite behavior will provoke my retaliation, so I hope you won't get caught in the crossfire."

The Fool issued a reminder, which was also a warning.

"Don't worry, it won't happen."

Liu Zheng assured.

"it is good."

Seeing his sincere gaze, the fool finally made up his mind.

It removed its top hat, reached its paw inside, and slowly pulled out a book made entirely of gray mist.

It moved very slowly and had a very serious expression, as if it were holding not a book, but a mountain.

"Looks like it's about time. I'll close the session after the countdown."

Just then, Captain Penguin's voice came from inside the auction hall.

"Mr. Fool, it's time to close the betting."

Liu Zheng reminded him.

"it is good."

The Fool responded in a deep voice, then grabbed the gray mist with both hands and pulled hard, finally removing the book completely.

Then, the Fool carefully brought the Book of Gray Mist close to the manuscript.

As the Book of Gray Mist drew nearer, the words of the manuscript floated out one by one, connecting end to end to form the figure of a snake-man.

At first, the snake-man's figure was as big as two volumes of poetry, but as the Book of Gray Mist drew closer, the snake-man's figure shrank, until it was only the size of a thumb.

"receive!"

Upon seeing this, the Fool quickly retreated and then forcefully stuffed the Book of Gray Mist back into his top hat.

"I know what this is."

It said with a solemn expression.

Chapter 563 An Ideal Land Far From Everything

"What is it?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"This is a book about the fate of literature. The poet Bai Langzi's talent has reached the level of a platinum author, but because his sales and fame have not kept up, he has not reached the same level."

"That's what the Fool said."

"How did you know?"

"Just now, I used my own literary luck to test it. If the literary luck is not spiritual enough, it will hide and dare not show itself. But Bai Langzi's literary luck refused to yield and directly appeared to fight against mine. If I hadn't taken the initiative to stop, it would have preferred to die rather than submit. It truly deserves to be called a masterpiece."

The fool sighed.

"Then what is the use of this Book of Destiny?"

he asked again.

The Fool did not answer immediately, but instead snapped his fingers.

Large amounts of gray mist billowed out of the top hat, isolating the two of them from the outside world.

"That gray cat was actually the evil corpse I chopped off."

The Fool sighed.

"what?"

Liu Zheng looked shocked.

No, how did it turn into slaying the three corpses? This change in style is too sudden!

"After I wrote 'Amon and His Monocular Eye,' my literary career soared. However, I felt my inspiration had run dry, and I could no longer create anything better. So, after much thought, I used Taoist methods to sever my own 'evil corpse,' allowing it to forge a new path. When it also ascends to the 'Platinum Author' level, I will absorb it, and perhaps then I can break through to an even higher realm."

The Fool explained.

"What was its intention in taking a picture of this manuscript of poems?"

he asked.

"It knows in its heart that if it continues to develop in the field of novels, it will never be able to surpass my original self. But if it turns to other fields, there is no hope of advancing to the narrator. Therefore, it plans to use this manuscript of poems to change its foundation and move towards the field of poetry. If it can absorb me in the future, the possibility of breaking through will be extremely high when the fields of novels and poetry are superimposed."

"If one could create a long epic, it wouldn't be impossible for the narrator to ascend to immortality."

"That's what the Fool said."

"I see."

Indeed, the human heart is uncontrollable, and neither is the cat's heart.

Even a great figure like the Fool cannot make everyone act according to its will, not even another version of itself.

"Then I'll just let it go unsold later and then give you this manuscript of poems."

Liu Zheng said.

Even if someone else bids for it, there's still a risk that the tank will win the bid. It's best to let it go to the Fool if it fails to sell.

"Now that you know the value of this manuscript, are you still willing to give it to me? Actually, whether I absorb the chariot or the chariot absorbs me, in the end we will both become a cat, and we will both be very grateful to you, Mr. Deliveryman."

"That's what the Fool said."

“I don’t understand such high-level things. Now, Mr. Fool is my friend, and you are the only one who is my friend.”

He shook his head.

"I understand. No wonder Izanami likes you so much. The deliveryman is definitely no ordinary person."

The Fool smiled and said.

It snapped its fingers again, and the gray mist flowed into the top hat like rivers flowing into the sea.

"Mr. Liu, we've entered the final stage."

The projected figure immediately spoke upon seeing Liu Zheng emerge.

"I won't accept any of them."

He didn't even glance at the competitors and spoke directly.

"Are you sure? If the item fails to sell at auction now, we'll charge you an additional service fee of 100,000."

The projector reminded him.

"determine."

Liu Zheng felt a pang of regret, but he still spoke up.

"I'll pay for it."

Just as he was about to take out his money, the Fool took out a black bank card with gold trim and handed it to the projector.

"The password is eight eights."

it said.

"Yes, Mr. Fool."

The projector transmitted the bank card to the backend and then quickly transmitted it back.

"The seller was not satisfied with any of the competing items, and this round of auction failed to sell."

Captain Penguin quickly announced the auction results.

"How can it be?!"

The gray cat suddenly panicked.