The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 1343 820: Niu Daji's New Ability

Soon enough, the Ghost Hand slithered inside from the doorway.

Liu Zheng skipped the teasing this round, crouching to pass it several dried fish before snatching the delivery slip.

"Order: One Meat Clam Demon"

"Address: North gate of Shangpin Mansion"

"Customer: Stim"

"Time limit: One and a half hours"

"Oh, a whole extra half hour, quite generous."

He arched his eyebrows.

No surprise there. Securing that mother and daughter pair would let Green Shade Culture easily devour Red Forest Culture.

"Crunch crunch!"

Chewing the dried fish, the Ghost Hand gazed up at him.

Though the Ghost Hand lacked a face, Liu Zheng could sense its aggrieved look.

To show no deception, he grabbed a dried fish, munched on it, and opened his palms wide.

The Ghost Hand let out a quiet sigh before pivoting and exiting the lounge.

Noticing no retaliation, a twinge of guilt hit Liu Zheng.

"I'll fetch it some delicious treat upon my return this time."

He mused inwardly.

"Heading out for the delivery now."

Liu Zheng stroked San Huamao's head.

"Mm-hmm, go, Liu Zheng, go!"

San Huamao lifted its pair of pink paws to cheer him on.

"Haha."

Liu Zheng squeezed its tiny paws and stepped out of the lounge.

Lifting the food box lid revealed two burger patties within.

A spiny-skinned critter, mostly lizard with a hint of fish, thrust its head from amid the patties, eyeing him with huge orbs.

"Excuse me..."

Merely two words escaped before Liu Zheng slammed the food box shut.

Unsure of its nature, he knew it screamed trouble—best to stay ignorant.

Appearances can deceive, but fantasizing that grotesque beings harbor noble spirits borders on madness.

Slotting the food box into the Legendary Takeout Box triggered a green glow, summoning the item details.

"Name: Meat Clam Demon (one-time use)"

"Type: Tool"

"Quality: Excellent"

"Effect One: Restores a small amount of stamina."

"Effect Two: Players with Demon Type bloodline or Demon Hunter Class can gain random attribute enhancements (between 5 and 10 points), with a low probability of acquiring random skills, and a very low probability of refining bloodline."

"Effect Three: Players with Angel Type bloodline or Holy Professional Class may experience random attribute reductions (between 5 and 10 points), with a low probability of bloodline degradation, and a very low probability of bloodline being replaced with Demon Type."

"Note: Authentic Metropolis Meat Clam Demon, the meat must be from a young black billy goat, and the demon must be a newly born fledgling demon. If a Frenzy Demon were to be used, the entire stall would get flipped. Also, never put green peppers inside."

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

"So eating it for those without the bloodlines or classes is just pointless, huh? Oh, not pointless, it restores a small amount of stamina."

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes, slung the Legendary Takeout Box over his shoulder, and entered the delivery channel.

Exiting the eatery, he sped his spirit car directly to the Old City District.

Dusk had fallen, sun and moon poised at sky's far edges.

The crimson moon outshone the fading sun's glow.

Normally, moonlight reflects sunlight, yet Liu Zheng doubted if that held in the Metropolis.

Not even sure if they qualified as true celestial bodies.

Given the Supreme Councilman's might, sketching skyward circles—one dubbed sun, the other moon—seemed improbable yet conceivable.

His writings revealed contemplations on "existence" itself.

Delving into "existence" inevitably drags in "creation" and "destruction."

"Bang!"

The spirit car's lurch snapped Liu Zheng alert.

Peering warily via windows and mirror, he spotted no oddities.

Plus, the sound originated below the vehicle.

Liu Zheng pondered briefly, then stomped the accelerator, surging ahead.

The spirit car bumped again before steadying.

Not sparing a backward peek, he jammed the pedal, racing from the avenue.

At the bump site, flattened gore swiftly reshaped into an eye-studded Big Worm.

"Damn!"

The Big Worm swore upon resuming its true shape.

While venting, cloaked figures in heavy wraps, gripping diverse arms, slunk from shadows.

"What happened? Did your ability fail?"

A second voice probed.

"If you dare question my ability again, I'll eat you and then spit you out."

The Big Worm glared while snarling.

"Then why didn't he stop?"

The man recoiled yet persisted.

The Big Worm's power morphed it into the striker's deepest craving, intensifying with prolonged gaze.

Typically, drivers exit to inspect, cueing allies to pounce.

Strong foes? Snatch ride and flee. Weaklings? Slay and claim.

Never before had prey bolted sans a single look back.

"Could he have been drunk driving?"

Yet another suggested.

"How much would he need to drink to be like that, maybe he's intoxicated."