Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Beethoven was about to get angry, but then he thought that what the boy said seemed to make sense.

"Here's what we'll do: tell me your method, and I'll give you those two super-large blood gems."

He thought for a moment and said.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, Liu Zheng knew he was referring to the treatment of Father John.

"Goodness, you haven't forgotten about that?"

"Of course, that was my lifelong pursuit. It's just that I'm not good at research, so I've focused my energy on defending against and hunting wild animals."

Beethoven said.

"Alright. Then have the others leave."

Liu Zheng said.

"Alright, Malfoy, you two can go out for a bit."

Beethoven commanded.

"Yes, Master Beethoven."

Malfoy and several other hunters on guard went out.

"Can you tell me?"

Beethoven asked.

"Alright. The way to get rid of Father John is to feed him my blood."

Liu Zheng said.

"I see. Yes, indeed, I should have thought of that earlier."

Beethoven seemed to be deep in thought.

He recalled the feeling of fear and disgust he had when he first saw Liu Zheng's blood.

"What is your blood?"

He said hesitantly.

"I've been modified just like you. Even the way you see me now is a result of my perception being altered. My true form is more terrifying than those wild beasts."

Liu Zheng laid his cards on the table.

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Beethoven looked at him, unsure of what to say.

Although he has always advocated the virtue of honesty, this is the first time he has met someone as honest as Liu Zheng.

Aren't you afraid I'll hunt you down?

Beethoven paused for a moment before speaking.

"What's there to be afraid of? If it weren't for the fact that I like you, I would have already negotiated directly with the Blood Healing Church. If they don't accept my terms, I'll just take them by force."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

"And don't think you can really beat me, old man. If it's a fight to the death, I'll be the one who survives."

"So confident?"

Beethoven gripped the hilt of the Moonsword with his other hand, and an aura as dazzling and magnificent as moonlight emanated from him.

"Look at this."

Liu Zheng reached into the pocket of the legendary vest and pulled out a finger.

"This is."

Beethoven's pupils dilated.

He felt the same terror from that severed finger as he had felt when he hunted down gods.

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"It's nothing, I just helped someone resolve a family dispute. To repay him, he broke off his finger and gave it to me."

Liu Zheng waved his tentacles, indicating that it was not worth mentioning.

"These kinds of family disputes involving powerful people are difficult to resolve, aren't they?"

Beethoven gave him a sympathetic look.

"Indeed, it's only me. Anyone else would have died countless times."

He twitched the corner of his mouth and said.

If it were Xia Kai instead, he probably wouldn't have been able to get past the werewolf murder mystery game level, and he also wouldn't have been able to beat Nightingale in the fishing competition later on.

"However, even so, I am confident that I can cut it open."

Faced with the terrifying power of the severed finger, Beethoven's spirit only grew stronger.

They're just gods; it's not like he hasn't hunted them before.

On the contrary, being able to slay a god again in the twilight of one's life is a great blessing.

Sensing Beethoven's mood, the Moonlight Greatsword burst forth with dazzling light.

"Who said I was going to use it against you?"

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

"Hmm? So who are you going to use it against?"

Beethoven was puzzled and somewhat annoyed.

Besides him, who else in the Blood Healing Church is worthy of being pointed at like that?

“I’ll sneak into the cathedral and dump it while your church leaders are having a meeting, and I guarantee I’ll wipe them all out. Then the church will be leaderless and in complete chaos. And you’ll definitely be sitting in the high hall to take charge.”

"Then, won't I be able to take whatever I want from the warehouse?"

Liu Zheng said in a sinister tone.

“I’m starting to regret taking you on as my apprentice. I wanted to train a noble knight, but you’re more despicable than the most cunning assassin.”

There was a hint of anger in Beethoven's tone.

"There's no other way; life forces us to. In the metropolis, good people only become someone else's prey."

he said calmly.

"The more desperate the situation, the more important it is to maintain a noble character."

Beethoven shook his head.

“Then I would have died long ago. I wasn’t always this strong, Old Bei. Seven days ago, I was just an ordinary person. Not to mention the beasts on Atlantis Street, even an ordinary resident of Atlantis could have killed me.”

Liu Zheng pursed his lips.

Through observing Anko's family and Fura, he discovered that even the residents of Atlantis who had not received blood therapy possessed physical qualities far exceeding those of humans in reality.

According to Deakins, this is probably because the origins of Atlanteans are different from those of real humans.

"Seven days, that's terrifying."

Beethoven was secretly alarmed.

Even if he were to dedicate all his efforts to nurturing a genius, it would still take at least fifteen years to train him to the same level as Liu Zheng had previously performed.

Judging from Liu Zheng's words, he could still only struggle to survive in that metropolis.

What kind of place is the metropolis? Is it a paradise for the gods?

"Besides, don't let my appearance fool you. I'm already a well-known good guy in the metropolis, and I've even been certified by Phoenix's Four Virtues."

Liu Zheng said smugly.

What are the four virtues?

"Virtue, righteousness, trustworthiness, and benevolence—just one more is needed to complete the five virtues."

he replied.

Which one is missing?

Beethoven was somewhat curious.

"Politeness. Actually, I think I'm quite polite myself, don't you think, Old Bei?"

"Hehe. In that case, you can leave some of your blood for the church to use for further research. I'll give you those two super-large blood gems as a gift."

Beethoven got back to the main point.

"I'm fine with it, are you sure?"

Liu Zheng said.

"Any questions?"

“Your High Priest has already told me that the essence of blood therapy is to use one virus to suppress another. And my blood is essentially a virus, and its level should be far superior to those you have encountered.”

"If you were to use my blood to promote a new form of 'blood therapy,' I seriously doubt you could withstand it."

He said.

"Did the High Priest say that?"

Beethoven was stunned.

He had always believed that blood therapy was the real cure for the beastification disease, or rather, he had always hoped that was the case.

But Liu Zheng's words shattered the illusion he had created for himself, forcing him to face the truth.

"Then what should we do? What should the people of Atlantis do?"

Beethoven let out a deep sigh, and the Moonsword behind him dimmed.

"Of course, do what you do best."

Liu Zheng answered him.

"What am I best at?"

Beethoven looked up in confusion.

"Hunting, huh? Just like my blood comes from some evil god, your blood therapy must also use the blood of some higher being. Kill it, and maybe the beastification disease will be cured?"

Liu Zheng said.

"What if it's not lifted?"

Beethoven countered with a question.

"Then let's think of another way. At least it won't be worse than the current situation, right?"

He spread his tentacles and said.

No, actually.

Beethoven looked around, hesitated for a moment, and then continued.

“Killing a god comes at a price. Decades ago, we hunted a god once. The dead god cast a curse, and the hunters who survived all lost consciousness in their sleep and became the living dead.”

“Apart from me, Maria and a few others, almost no one was spared.”

He said with a somber expression.

Those hunters, will they be dragged into the dream world?

Liu Zheng seemed to be deep in thought.

However, he had signed a contract with Amelia and could not tell Beethoven his conjectures.

"Are you afraid that the gods will curse all those who have undergone blood therapy?"

he asked.

"Yes."

Beethoven looked at Liu Zheng approvingly.