Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

The black cat threw its hat into the air, which caused a burst of cheers.

The music started the instant the hat fell downwards.

"Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother."

"You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive."

"Feel the city breakin' and everybody shaken."

"and we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive."

"Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive."

"Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive."

Accompanied by psychedelic and rhythmic music, the authors present began to dance.

Whether they were platinum authors or gray-feather authors, they all swayed their bodies to their hearts' content with their dance partners, releasing the pressure they had been accumulating.

Of course, there are also many cases where some authors, due to their unique styles, can only perform solo.

For example, there was a troll that was over five meters tall, and it occupied a corner of the arena all by itself.

Other authors dared not get too close, fearing that they would die if they touched him or get hurt if they brushed against him.

However, it seemed quite at ease, closing its eyes, twisting its waist and thrusting its hips, its huge body surprisingly flexible.

"Would you like to dance with me, beautiful lady?"

Liu Zheng bent down and extended a tentacle toward the novelist.

"Of course, handsome sir."

The novelist stretched out her delicate white hand and placed it on the bronze-colored tentacle.

Yes, Liu Zheng's skin tone was also changed from purplish-black to bronze by the white goose, and he no longer looked sinister, but instead exuded a healthy and sunny aura.

"Big Brother, you're a god forever!"

He mentally gave the white goose a thumbs up, then took the novelist's hand and they began to dance.

However, the long sleeves worn by novelists were not intended for dancing.

Therefore, Liu Zheng could only lead her in dancing the swing dance.

However, he wasn't particularly enthusiastic about dancing, so it didn't bother him.

Although the surrounding area was chaotic, the authors were excited yet peaceful. Apart from a few menacing glances, there was no malice in the eyes of the others.

The waiters' trays, which came and went, held either desserts or drinks, and none of the foods that would raise his blood pressure.

So, Liu Zheng was able to relax for once and enjoy the music and food.

Watching him constantly take food from the passing trays, the novelist felt both amused and sorry for him.

"Is the treatment at the Bloody Restaurant this bad? They don't even let the seniors eat their fill."

she asked.

"No, I just wanted to store up more nutrients."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

These foods and drinks are all of ordinary quality, and their purpose is to restore physical strength.

For ordinary players, indulging in excessive eating and drinking is naturally harmful and not beneficial.

However, since he has a major energy drain from "flesh and blood regeneration," eating more will definitely be beneficial for him.

The key is that you don't have to eat leftovers from cattle or horses, nor do you have to get your face shaved by the unlucky coffee shop staff. You can eat and take for free without any limit. Where else can you find such a good deal?

Soon, Liu Zheng's stomach began to swell slightly.

"The atmosphere here is quite relaxed."

He said contentedly.

"This is just an appearance. Senior, would you like to see it?"

The novelist shook his head, then asked.

"Okay."

Liu Zheng said.

He had traveled extensively throughout the metropolis and seen a lot; what strange things could a mere writers' association possibly contain?

When the novelist heard him say that, he dipped his finger in his saliva and smeared it on the novelist's eyeballs.

"Holy crap, there really is something weird."

Liu Zheng blinked, then exclaimed in surprise.

The once vibrant and colorful ballroom was now shrouded in a thin layer of black mist.

And this black mist didn't come from anywhere else, but from the authors who were dancing.

The black fog wasn't actually black fog, but rather tiny characters, as fine as dust.

"Those are the negative thoughts they've accumulated, which they release from their bodies through dancing."

The novelist explained.

"This is also the main purpose of holding salon balls."

"I see. It seems you're all under a lot of pressure."

Liu Zheng looked at the increasingly thick black fog and said.

"There's nothing we can do. The police only need to arrest people and suppress them, but the writers in the Writers' Association have to consider a lot more."

The novelist sighed.

"Then why don't I have any negative thoughts?"

He looked around and said.

There are quite a few novelists, like a veil draped over her body.

"Because the senior is not a member of the Writers Association, he does not enjoy this benefit."

The novelist explained.

"Oh. By the way, is it effective?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"But that's not the best approach. After the ball, most of those negative thoughts will still return to the author's mind. However, there's another part later, and that's where the real deal lies."

"clang!"

The bell rang again, interrupting the novelist's words, and the music temporarily stopped.

The black cat, holding the microphone, spun three and a half times in the air before landing.

"After the dance just now, I'm sure everyone has warmed up. I'm so hot, I feel like I'm going to start losing my fur prematurely."

The black cat made a joke about himself, and the other authors laughed along.

"Alright, let's move on to the next part of the dance, which is also my personal favorite part."

"That's a dance battle!"

It drawled out its words.

Chapter 226 Liu Zheng: It turns out I was the superfluous one.

"Oh~"

All the authors who could speak cheered.

"As usual, the first person to go on stage will receive a complete set of my autographed handprints. If you become the super dancer in this dance battle, you can also get a set of my photobooks."

The black cat struck what it thought was a sexy pose, which elicited a burst of laughter.

While it may not be considered sexy, it is certainly cute, especially since, despite being a black cat, its paws are pink, making it look quite tempting.

"Senior, if you can dance, why don't you go up and give it a try?"

The novelist said in a low voice.

"Forget it, I'm not interested in the prize."

Liu Zheng was tempted for a moment, then shook his head.

If the Fool were just an ordinary black cat, he might actually be quite interested.

But collecting photos of a cat that can talk and write books feels a bit perverse.

"Those prizes are just freebies; the dance battle itself is the real reward."

The novelist said.

"Is that so? Is there any danger?"

Liu Zheng asked cautiously.

"For the current generation of predecessors, there probably isn't one."

The novelist glanced at the legendary vest he was wearing and said.

"If I had to say something, it would be that it might be embarrassing."

She covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Oh well, it's just embarrassing, nothing to brag about."

Liu Zheng said nonchalantly.

"I come!"

He raised his tentacles high and shouted.

With the added advantage of his high physique, his voice was also quite loud, and his roar echoed throughout the entire arena.

Since we've decided to participate, why not be the first one and win more prizes?

"Well, the deliveryman is indeed the winner of the last round, full of confidence."

The black cat was very happy to see this.

While dance battles are one of the benefits of the Writers' Association, not every writer is willing to endure the pain involved.

Moreover, most writers are relatively introverted and withdrawn, so it's not easy to get them to take the initiative and become pioneers.

Therefore, there are quite a few times when dance battles end in awkward silences.

Although black cats could be forcibly designated through random selection, that would always be a bit awkward.

Liu Zheng volunteered to be the first one, which helped it out of its predicament.

"Please invite the delivery driver to come up on stage."

It said enthusiastically.

Liu Zheng didn't hesitate and strode towards the central stage.

As he walked down from the stage, a stone pillar automatically rose from beneath his feet, lifting him to the same height as the stage.

"The first defender has emerged, so who will be the first challenger?"

As soon as Liu Zheng jumped onto the stage and stood still, Black Cat immediately shouted.

"I come!"

To the black cat's surprise, someone responded as soon as it finished speaking.

Liu Zheng looked in the direction of the sound, then frowned.

Because the person challenging him is none other than Hishikibu.

"Alright, alright, please come up to the stage, Miss Hishishibu."

"The black cat said excitedly."

It was also very happy that it had gathered the first pair of dancers for a dance battle so quickly.