Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"5 liters? You're going to use it for a bath?"

Liu Zheng complained.

A normal adult has a total blood volume of about 5 liters, and a loss of more than 1 liter of blood will cause a person to go into shock.

Although the physical condition of people in Metropolis is much stronger than that of real humans, 5 liters of blood is still too exaggerated.

"3 liters. Let's not talk about anything less than that."

Volva finally backed down.

“But its family isn’t in my hands right now. If I can’t find them, you can make other reasonable requests.”

Liu Zheng made a patch.

"Deal. Let's sign the contract then."

"I brought it."

He took out paper and pen.

“We witches have other ways of making contracts.”

Wolva waved her hand, indicating that it wasn't necessary.

Then she plucked a strand of hair and blew on it gently. The golden-brown curls floated into the air, extending and outlining characters until they finally formed a complete contract.

Wolva pierced her finger with her bone claw and signed her name in the lower left corner of the contract.

"please."

She gestured for them to proceed.

Liu Zheng glanced at Yaksha, who nodded silently.

So he also cut his tentacles and signed his name in the lower right corner of the contract.

After the contract was signed, hair and blood-red words continued to rise, passing through the roof and disappearing.

Where did they go?

Liu Zheng asked.

"The contracts signed in Ether Alley will be collected by the Grand Master and protected and supervised by him. This is both a right and an obligation."

"Wolfa replied."

"I see."

"Bring it here."

Wolfwa raised her chin.

"it is good."

He took the enamel pot out of the legendary takeout box and placed it on the table.

"It was this?! Hmm, looks like this deal wasn't a complete loss after all."

When Wolverine saw the large maggots inside, his expression showed some surprise.

"If Your Excellency the Great Witch likes it, I'll get you a complete corpse next time you have the chance, so you can raise it and eat it yourself."

Liu Zheng said enthusiastically.

"You mean, you killed this divine monster?"

Wolva understood his unspoken meaning.

"I only did a small amount of work."

Liu Zheng smiled.

"It seems I underestimated you. No wonder you were able to call upon Priest Helam to back you up."

Wolva looked him over carefully and said with interest.

“Priestess Helam is my friend, and it’s only natural for friends to help each other. If Your Highness the Great Witch is willing, I can also become your friend.”

He said this in a humble manner.

"Let's talk about it after you fulfill your promise. But for now, according to the customs of my hometown, I want to give each of you a gift."

“Apart from what I am wearing, you can choose one item from this room.”

"Wolfa said."

Is the house itself suitable?

Liu Zheng made a joke.

"Sure, beat me, and I and this house are yours."

"Wolfa said in a very serious tone."

"Forget it, I have a phobia of empty spaces. This house is too big, I'm scared to live here."

He readily admitted defeat.

After joking around, Liu Zheng began searching the house seriously.

However, no item descriptions popped up wherever the eye looked.

"It's useless when it really matters. Is this feature just based on your mood?"

He mentally complained about the system.

Of course, the system wouldn't respond to him.

Without item descriptions, Liu Zheng could only rely on intuition and luck.

He closed his eyes, letting his senses wander throughout the house.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his head, as if he had been pricked by a needle.

Liu Zheng opened his eyes and looked in the direction where his senses had been triggered.

There were three farm tools there: a hoe, a sickle, and a pitchfork.

Chapter 588 Oxen and Horses: Get out of here, who wants to live with you?

"Why do I always encounter these kinds of choices?"

Liu Zheng was speechless.

Aside from auctions, the extraordinary items he acquired were all increasingly abstract.

It's either poison that smells like feces or a shroud with a laser-like device installed between your legs.

Look at the items exchanged in other God Spaces, how cultured and classy they are! Your Hell Game is truly low-class.

Wait, he can't be the only one like this, right?

No way, right?

Despite his complaints, Liu Zheng couldn't possibly refuse the extraordinary item he'd found for free.

Fortunately, the food deliveries were all finished, giving him ample time to think.

Liu Zheng's first thought was about the pitchfork.

In every sense, he has a strong affinity with the word "feces".

Even the people around him had a special connection with excrement; for example, the fisherman and the Nile doctor were both experts at handling excrement.

One uses manure to raise fish, the other uses manure to cure diseases.

Liu Zheng currently possesses a perfect-quality "Three-Dung Power," which might be able to achieve a synergistic effect with the dung fork.

Then he looked at the sickle.

Liu Zheng doesn't have much of a connection with sickles anymore, but his only connection is with Red Ghost, a top boss in the metropolis.

If you were to ask Red Ghost for a hammer, you might be able to summon crimson radiance directly, unstoppable by anything.

Finally, he looked at the hoe.

Liu Zheng thought about it for a while but couldn't figure out what connection he had with hoes.

Oh, it seems he's poached quite a few men.

But no matter how I look at it, this hoe can't be a control-type item, right?

So the final result was a choice between a pitchfork and a sickle.

"Then I want this."

After thinking for a moment, Liu Zheng still pointed to the pitchfork.

"Ok?"

When Wolva saw that he had chosen the pitchfork, she looked somewhat hesitant.

"If that doesn't work, I can try another one."

Liu Zheng spoke up.

"The words of a wizard have power. Oh well, take them."

Wolva sighed and waved her hand.

"Then I would rather obey your orders than be respectful."

He walked over and picked up the pitchfork, and an item description immediately popped up.

Name: Bloodstained Forklift (Disposable)

Type: Equipment/Item

Quality: Excellent

"Effect 1: When attacking a target, it inflicts a small amount of poison damage. When the target is a Witcher, the damage is increased to 300%."

"Effect 2: When used in conjunction with fecal items, it can enhance the poison damage it inflicts or the effects of the fecal items. The extent of the enhancement is related to the quality of the fecal items."

"Note: When you feel ashamed because you are a superhuman but can't beat an ordinary person, remember that a witcher mentor once died from a farmer's pitchfork."

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

"This item is very hostile to witchers."

Liu Zheng squinted and said.

He really wanted to ask Wolva if she had an old friend who was a witcher, but after thinking about it, he decided not to cause any trouble.

After Liu Zheng made his selection, Zhizi and Yasha quickly chose their gifts as well.

Tomoko chose a bag of dill seeds, while Yasha chose a bottle of oil from an unknown creature.

"Alright, you can go now, delivery driver. Your colleague is coming."

Wolva's gaze pierced through the wall, looking out into the alley, making the paint on her face even more vivid.

"Thank you for your gift, Your Excellency the Great Witch."

After saying a polite goodbye, the three left Wolva's house.

He took a step, but the bone staircase vanished abruptly.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and landed safely after a full one and a half mid-air rotation.

Liu Zheng straightened up with a smug look, only to find Yaksha looking at him with a mocking expression.

"Ahem, I've been sitting for too long, I need to stretch my muscles."

Liu Zheng added a sentence to his defense.

"Man, you've become so weak."

Tomoko delivered the final blow.

"This is called pretending to be weak to catch a tiger. What do you know, little girl? Also, don't follow the Queen's nonsense. I have a name, Liu Zheng."

He said angrily.

"Oh."