Beast World: The villain mermaid cub refuses to become a good person

Chapter 221
Ackerman comes from a very chaotic underwater city where he has seen many shady things.

H103, or underwater city for short, is a bustling yet dirty underwater city.

There, various forces intertwined and built one beautiful little town after another, providing entertainment for the wealthy 'nobles'. But on the other side of District 103, countless poor and weak orcs lived.

Ackerman also lived in that filthy environment, making money by hunting Fallen Ones, hoping to leave District 103 as soon as possible.

He once had a friend who said to him, "If you keep killing these Fallen Ones, when will you ever have enough money to leave District 103?"

“Ackerman, let me tell you, there’s a place where you can earn in one night what you can’t earn in a year or even ten years! You’re so capable, you can definitely do it too! How about I take you there?”

Ackerman knew without a doubt where his friend was referring to.

Go to places where the rich can have fun and entertain them. If you can make the rich happy, you'll have everything you need.

But Ackerman disdained that; he preferred to kill the Fallen openly and honestly!
“I won’t go, and I advise you not to go either. This kind of money is not something you should be earning.”

"What do you mean I shouldn't earn it? The money those rich people spend lavishly is extracted from us poor people. What's wrong with us taking their money? Does it make our hands dirty?"

His friend suddenly showed him the balance of his personal computer account with a smug look, "Look, I just went there yesterday and got this much money! I don't get this much in a month!"

"What did you go there for?" Ackerman frowned. "Don't go over there again!"

"What could I have done? Do you think I did anything to sell myself?" my friend scoffed. "I'm not as lecherous as you, otherwise I would have already hooked up with a rich woman and left this lousy place!"

"I found a job selling alcohol there. As long as you speak nicely, those rich people who want to feel superior will spend lavishly on you! Especially someone as good-looking as you!"

Ackerman frowned, wondering why his friend, who usually seemed so righteous and indignant, had suddenly changed his expression.

My friend still dislikes rich people, but she also wants to get money from them. She's even willing to abandon her dignity for that money…

Is that place so 'alluring' that it can dye someone's hair like that overnight?
"That kind of place isn't one you can just walk into and walk out of casually." You might go in and never come out again.

Ackerman advised, "You should quit that job!"

Meeting Ackerman's complicated gaze, his friend said angrily, "Ackerman! Don't be so stubborn! Some money is better left unearned! If you weren't my friend, I wouldn't have told you about this way to make money! Since you're not happy about it, I'll come to you later!"

After that day, his friend turned cold and stopped contacting him much. When his friend contacted him, it was only to brag about how much money he had made.

One day, a friend came to him, suddenly kneeling on the ground. "Ackerman! For the sake of our years of friendship, please help me! If you don't help me, I'm really going to die!"

He learned from a friend that his colleague had plotted to frame him, intending to send him to the arena to fight against ferocious sea monsters!

“Ackerman, you know my capabilities! If I go in, I won’t come out! But if I don’t go, I’ll lose a lot of money, more than I could ever earn in ten lifetimes!”

"Please, help me! Otherwise, I'm doomed!" The friend cried, snot and tears streaming down his face, and finally promised Ackerman, "If you help me win this time, I swear I'll never go to that place again! I'll quit my job!"

Ackerman couldn't bear it and agreed this time. But Ackerman never expected to be betrayed! His friend of ten years betrayed him without hesitation for money, using deception and taking advantage of his kindness to push him into the beastly arena.

"Boss, I knew it! As long as I took charge, he would definitely agree! Don't worry, Ackerman is amazing! He'll definitely give you a great show! He's definitely not like those weaklings before, who got torn to shreds by sharks as soon as they went in!"

"You don't know, he once killed even an A-level Fallen!"

"Well done! Here's your bonus! If you can find a few more people like him, I can give you even more!"

My friend wasn't tricked at all; he just wanted to curry favor with the rich and get a large sum of money, so he lured Ackerman here...

Looking at his friend's fawning face through the incredibly sturdy cage, Ackerman felt a deep sorrow. "How could you lie to me like this?"

"Ackerman! Don't get excited!" his friend advised. "You're already in, so the only way out is to kill the sea monsters inside! Once you're out, you'll get a lot of money!"

His friend scolded him for being tactless, but then turned around and began to flatter the wealthy person next to him with great tact and diplomacy...

Ackerman had no choice but to fight desperately while listening to the cacophony of noise, breaking three ribs and an arm, and killing the corrupted creatures inside!
"Great! Brilliant! Hahaha! I haven't seen anything this funny in a long time! Give me a reward!"

Ackerman walked out covered in blood, glaring at his friend who had betrayed him. "Now, can I leave?"

"Of course..." A hint of guilt flashed in his friend's eyes. He stood a few meters away from Ackerman, afraid that Ackerman would rush over and kill him!
"Ackerman, the money, the money's already in your account, take a good look!" His friend straightened his back again. "I'm doing this for your own good. How much money can you make if you go in and fight a game?"

"Anyway, you usually kill corrupted beings anyway, so what's the difference between killing them here and here? You can earn dozens or even hundreds of times more money than usual!"

"Go back and get some rest! After a week or two of recuperation, you can come back and start earning money again!"

Ackerman stepped out of that magnificent place, telling him, "I will never come back."

Ackerman's words, however, made his friend anxious.

"No! You have to come! I've already spoken to the boss!"

He thought Ackerman's attitude would soften after seeing so much money. If Ackerman didn't go, how would he explain it to his boss? He'd finally earned his boss's favor; if he messed things up, he'd be in deep trouble!
"The boss is kind-hearted and won't force you to go on stage, so don't push your luck!"

Ackerman sneered.

Kind-hearted?

It's just the rich people's perverse tastes.

They wanted to see brothers turn against each other, and they wanted to see a dog bite a bone hanging from a cliff!

"I'll think about it when I get back... I need to recover now!"