Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"What do you want to play, human?"

Player #7 asked with great interest.

"I want to play with the ama."

He shook his head.

"You can't even beat me, and you want to play as an Ama?"

Player #7 chuckled.

"If you want to mess with me, you'll have to get past him first."

The female divers chimed in.

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No way, what's wrong with you weird residents?

So, if you're being NTR'd in person, you have to check the NTR guy's stuff first, right?

No man who can stand up to me can gain my wife's approval.

"Row."

Although Liu Zheng had a million complaints he wanted to vent, he only said one word in the end.

He feared that if the discussion continued, even the last vestiges of his human values ​​would crumble.

"What do you want to play? Werewolf, murder mystery, poker, any board game you like."

Player #7 said confidently.

"Can't we do without playing board games?"

Liu Zheng asked.

There was barely enough time, but he had a feeling that if he continued playing board games, his luck would be very bad.

"Okay."

Player number 7 was quite easy to talk to.

"Car racing, horse racing, fighting, flower arranging, cooking, anything you can think of can be compared."

Wow, he's an all-rounder.

A son-in-law of this caliber, even if he rode a ghost fire, wouldn't be blond; he'd be golden-haired.

If even the fisherman doesn't like it, then Liu Zheng doesn't know what kind of fisherman would even look at.

However, having been entrusted with a task, he still had to find a way to successfully undermine the wall.

He would definitely exclude the items mentioned by Player 7.

But even those things not mentioned, Liu Zheng estimates are in serious trouble.

After all, this isn't the real world. Although this guy sounds quite young, he might actually be an old monster who's hundreds of years old.

Or perhaps they are the kind of freak geniuses who, after seeing just a little bit, think, "I completely understand now."

"Let's have a food delivery competition then."

An idea struck him.

"You've really stumped me. I can't compete in this game."

Player #7 shook his head.

"Didn't you just say that you could compare anything you wanted?"

"I misspoke, so what?"

Player #7 said confidently.

"whispering sound."

Liu Zheng forgot that not everyone in this world is like the French plane tree, incapable of lying.

"The Bloody Restaurant is no good place. You're a citizen, so if you want to live longer, you'd better leave sooner rather than later."

Player #7 offered advice in return.

"I'd only die faster if I left the Bloody Restaurant."

Unlike these natives, he doesn't have a home, and now he's worried about where to go after using his sick leave certificate.

"If you'd like, you can come work at my board game shop."

"That's what Player #7 said."

"So you're the owner here."

Liu Zheng asked in surprise.

Oh no, the blond team has scored another point.

"No, that's not it. I can't afford to open a board game arcade as big as 'Red Witch'. I'm planning to open a small board game arcade first."

"That's what Player #7 said."

"So you came here to plagiarize."

Liu Zheng said with disdain.

Doesn't the witch statue chop him up? His G-spot is so weird!

"You can't say it's plagiarism, it's not that bad. I didn't plan to follow the same model as 'Red Witch'. I plan to differentiate myself from other competitors."

Player #7 argued.

What kind of differentiated competition?

"Have you heard of Kingslayer Chess?"

"Player #7 asked."

"No."

"I bet you don't have it either. This is a recently released board game, and there are fewer than ten people in the whole city who know how to play it. I had to pull a lot of strings to get my hands on it."

Player #7 said with a hint of smugness.

"Are you stupid? There are so few people who know how to play, how are you going to make money?"

Since they were rivals anyway, Liu Zheng didn't hold back in his words.

"Don't worry, the rules aren't complicated, and they're actually quite addictive. Anyone who plays it once will fall in love with it."

"That's what Player #7 said."

"Why doesn't 'Red Witch' Board Game Hall feature such an amazing board game?"

Liu Zheng questioned.

"Because they were afraid of trouble from the city hall, and I happened to have the necessary connections."

Is it really necessary to make such a fuss over a board game?

“This wouldn’t be the case for other board games, but this board game originated from the ‘Chaos Club’.”

Player #7 gave a mysterious smile.

"Depend on."

Why are there those awful places everywhere?

If it came from the Chaos Club, it's no wonder it has a demonic quality.

After all, wine contaminated by it can make people feel like they're in heaven.

"Have you heard of the 'Chaos Club'?"

This time, it was player number 7's turn to be surprised.

"Let me hear a little bit."

He had not only heard of it, but he also had its membership card in his system space.

"Yeah, that makes sense, after all, he's a deliveryman for the Bloody Restaurant."

"How about it? Come work for me. The benefits won't be as good as at the Bloody Restaurant, but the salary will definitely be higher. And the Ama (female diver) will be coming too."

Player #7 tempted.

"No need, I'm doing quite well at the restaurant."

Liu Zheng refused.

He didn't believe the kid had any good intentions.

Either she's lusting after his body, or she's lusting after his brain.

Anyone who frequently reads programmer jokes knows that if a bug allows the program to function, it shouldn't be touched.

Although the Bloody Restaurant was fraught with danger, at least he had a general understanding of the rules and had become familiar with the people there.

Starting over in a different place might be an opportunity, but it's more likely to backfire.

Moreover, many of Liu Zheng's subsequent plans also depended on his status as a restaurant employee.

"Alright. So what exactly do you want to compete in? If you don't tell me soon, I'm taking the ama with me."

"That's what Player #7 said."

"That's it."

Upon hearing the name "Hai Nu," a sudden thought flashed through Liu Zheng's mind.

Let's have a fishing contest!

Chapter 100 A person who isn't crazy can't stand still

"no!"

This time, it was the female divers (Ama) who spoke out in refusal.

She looked at Liu Zheng, and the admiration in her eyes turned into hostility.

"Who on earth sent you?"

She asked coldly.

"Is it important?"

"Important. This will determine whether I ask you to leave or throw you into the crucible."

Something was rolling rapidly under the female diver's clothes, as if it was about to burst out.

"Alright, I was sent by the fisherman."

Liu Zheng said frankly.

"I knew it was that old man."

The female diver let out a sneer.

"What did he promise you? A fish, a bag of bait, or a fishing rod?"

She pressed him for an answer.

"He promised a father's gratitude."

Liu Zheng thought for a moment and then said.

"Father's gratitude? Hahahaha!!!"

Upon hearing his words, the female diver let out a high-pitched, fake laugh.

"Does he even know what a father is? What father would send his daughter's mother to a garbage dump?"

"What father would let his daughter live alone on the ground from a young age?"

"Even livestock on a farm know how to protect their young, but he only knows how to keep his fish company in the sewers."

"Has he become like those others, fat and stupid now?"