Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

He also broke off the little finger of his left hand and threw it along with the flesh in front of the grave.

He shouted, “Now I will return my bones to my father and my flesh to my mother, and from this day forward I will sever all ties with you.”

"You'd better find someone else to handle this matter of wiping out your entire family. Farewell!"

"After saying that, the boy took off running away."

An eerie silence fell over the Colosseum.

Anyway, the author, who was beginning to take on a human form, had a very puzzled expression on his face.

What the hell is this?

This thought flashed through the minds of all the authors present.

But that's strange, let me take another look.

Finally, after the first author clapped, a sparse clapping sounded in the arena.

The applause was initially hesitant, but it quickly turned into a sea of ​​jubilation.

Amid the applause, one could also hear plenty of laughter, some unrestrained and some reserved.

"It still has to be them, the humans."

Liu Zheng even overheard these words.

Hmm. I feel like I've given these weird residents yet another misunderstanding about the people of Metropolis.

Oh well, he's already had a bad reputation, so we're even.

After the applause stopped, Black Cat also put away Liu Zheng's work.

"I believe that after reading the two entries, everyone has already formed their own judgment."

"Of course, the final refereeing authority for this competition belongs to me."

It winked playfully, eliciting a burst of laughter.

"I'm sure everyone is well aware of the foundation upon which the Writers' Association exists. Without a continuous influx of new talent, our value at the City Hall will continue to diminish."

"Therefore, in order to encourage newcomers, I have decided that the winner of this competition is the deliveryman from the Bloody Restaurant."

"Everyone applaud!"

Black Cat led the way by clapping his hands, and the other authors joined in.

Only Hii Shikibu stared at Liu Zheng with a twisted expression, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

Although she doesn't care about the prize given her wealth, and would even hypocritically offer congratulations if she lost to someone else.

But she couldn't swallow her anger at losing to that slut's lover!

But for now, Hishikibu cannot act out.

No matter how members of the Writers' Association may form cliques and suppress newcomers in private, they must abide by the association's rules on the surface.

If you offend the black cat "Fool" in this matter, and it speaks to the president after becoming the vice president, you might actually be demoted.

That was a consequence she couldn't bear.

Therefore, even though Hii Shikibu had already killed the novelist and Liu Zheng a thousand times in her heart, she could only stand still and not move.

"Now, I will present the prizes for this competition. Mr. Deliveryman, please come to the center of the square."

"That's what the black cat said."

"it is good."

Liu Zheng nodded, then took the novelist's hand.

"Let's go."

He said.

"The fool is calling you 'senior'."

The novelist said in a low voice.

"But I am your companion, and I will not go anywhere without you."

Liu Zheng said arrogantly.

"Okay, okay."

She lowered her head and let Liu Zheng lead her downstairs.

The moment he stepped off the stairs, the novelist turned back to look at Hishi Shikibu, then smiled and made a throat-slitting gesture.

Hishi Shikibu's face, which was originally frighteningly pale, suddenly turned blood red.

As they walked down the steps, countless eyes turned to them.

It contains encouragement, warnings, and also ill intentions.

In the past, Liu Zheng might have felt a little uncomfortable, but now he is very at ease.

After all, the eyes of those insects on the 11th floor are far more naked than those of these writers.

Seeing his calm and composed demeanor, the writers who had initially looked down on him gradually changed their attitude.

Some female writers, or those who couldn't distinguish gender, even cast ambiguous glances at Liu Zheng.

"Humph!"

The novelist snorted coldly, and an invisible blade swept across, severing all those gazes.

Faced with her possessive behavior, the authors below the green feather level quickly looked away, afraid of being targeted by her.

Authors with gold feathers or higher titles, on the other hand, were completely unconcerned and even made provocative moves.

Novelists have no good solutions to this situation.

Within the Writers' Association, the color of the feathers represents the level of achievement, as well as status and power.

Despite her powerful background, she couldn't compete with so many Golden Feather authors at the same time.

Ultimately, it's because she hasn't achieved success in the field of long-form fiction.

Even if the novelist is now a top-tier author, no one else would dare to so blatantly steal food from her plate.

"When I get back, I must study that book 'Dragon Raja' carefully and write a wonderful fanfiction!"

She secretly hardened her heart.

With the insights of a top-notch editor and the original text carefully selected by Liu Zheng, she was quite confident this time.

The two approached the black cat, which looked at Liu Zheng with admiration.

"I originally thought the deliveryman was just a bit eccentric, but I didn't expect him to be so accomplished in literary creation. I'm currently co-founding a new publication, and you're welcome to submit your work."

"If you can become an author above the Green Feather level, I can ask the president to help you transfer your employment from Bloody Restaurant to the Authors' Association."

"Of course, the condition is that I must own the 'faith' on your body."

The black cat spoke.

The meaning, translated, is that the "trust" is still with Liu Zheng, and he will transfer it when he feels confident enough.

"Is the Writers' Association really that powerful?"

Liu Zheng asked in surprise.

If it's that amazing, why aren't there any dots marked on the map?

"The Writers' Association is certainly not comparable to Bloody Restaurant. But the most important thing about Bloody Restaurant is the restaurant itself; individual employees are not important. Our Writers' Association is different; every writer can realize their own value."

"That's what the black cat said."

Of course, ordinary members are not enough to get the Writers Association to intervene; at least members with the green feather rank or higher are required.

"Then I thank you for your kindness."

Liu Zheng said with little interest.

The black cat sensed his perfunctory attitude but didn't say anything more.

This delivery driver looks like he hasn't been with the company long; we'll see after he's worked there a bit more.

In terms of status and power, the Writers' Association is certainly not as powerful as the Bloody Restaurant.

But in terms of treatment and freedom, the Bloody Restaurant is no match for the Writers' Association.

It beckoned with its paws, and a waiter immediately trotted over with a tray.

The black cat untied the red cloth on the tray, revealing a red pill and a blue pill underneath.

"These are the prizes for this competition."

"For an author, this is an invaluable drug. Many great authors wrote their masterpieces after taking it."

"If you are not sure, it is best not to take it, and you should especially avoid taking two pills at the same time."

"Then I wish you all the best in joining our Writers' Association family."

The black cat handed the entire tray to Liu Zheng and then patted him on the shoulder.

Chapter 225 Senior, would you like to see mine?

Liu Zheng picked up the red pill, and an item description immediately popped up.

Name: Vision Pill

Type: Item

Quality: Excellent

"Effect: After consumption, you will gain the 'Spiritual Vision' state, which lasts for one hour."

"Note: You saw me? You saw me! I saw you."

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

Looking at the notes, he felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly put away the red pill and picked up the blue pill instead.

Name: True Vision Pills

Type: Item

Quality: Excellent

"Effect: After consumption, you will gain the state of 'True Sight' for one hour."

Note: Oppose it, know it, understand it, join it.

"Can it be taken out of the instance: No"

"Ok?"

Liu Zheng's gaze narrowed slightly.

Why can the red pill be taken out of the dungeon, but the blue pill cannot?

His intuition told him that there was very important information hidden in this, but he couldn't figure it out for the time being.

"Alright, go back to your seats."

"That's what the black cat said."

Once the two returned to their original positions, the bell rang again.

"Alright, that concludes the exciting opening match. Now, let's move on to the main event."

The black cat's paws pressed against the brim of its hat, its body slightly arched.

Then suddenly she spun around, and her dress instantly transformed into a shimmering silver dance costume, with a diamond-encrusted belt appearing around her waist.

Let's dance!

It gave a wicked smile and then snapped its fingers.

The surrounding audience seats descended with a rumble, while the central square rose continuously, transforming into a prominent large stage.

Colorful lights shine down from the Roman columns, creating a beautiful blend of classical and modern aesthetics.

The theme of this dance party is Disco!