Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Looking at the strange space before him, Liu Zheng couldn't help but sigh.

Above him was a dome made of glowing mist, and the horizon was also shrouded in mist, like an inverted bowl covering him.

Beneath his feet was a smooth, mirror-like surface, but the reflection in the mirror was not his image, but a pale moon.

The moon was even larger than it appeared from the observatory, so large that Liu Zheng could clearly see the cratered basins and valleys on the moon.

Or perhaps, it wasn't a basin or valley at all.

Thinking of Amirola's appearance, he suddenly had a thought.

"You'd better stop staring at it."

A woman's voice rang in Liu Zheng's ear.

His tone was soft yet tinged with timidity, like that of a cowardly lamb.

He looked up and saw a huge object slowly approaching him in the distance.

The slowness refers to its movement; in reality, it was not slow at all, and within a few breaths it arrived at a position about tens of meters away from him.

Liu Zheng also saw its appearance clearly; it was the same spider he had seen when he touched the statue of the Twisted Saint.

However, it is much larger than it was back then.

Even using "只" as a measure word is not quite appropriate; "辆" should be used instead, because it really looks like a fully insured semi-trailer.

"I'm sorry, did I scare you?"

The female voice rang out again, and the giant beast in the distance turned its body, presenting its rear end to him.

"No, no, I just thought of a friend when I saw you."

Liu Zheng quickly explained.

Although he didn't know why she thought buttocks were more attractive than heads, her politeness still made Liu Zheng feel a little guilty.

"Friend? Have you ever seen someone like me before?"

The woman asked curiously.

"Yes. But it's not as big as you, and it doesn't have as many feet or eyes as you."

He nodded.

Could you tell me a little more?

The woman's voice seemed very interested and made a request.

"Sure. Its name is Spider Weaver Girl, and she's in charge of making costumes at our restaurant. She has two eyes, one red and one black."

"What's interesting is that it's socially anxious. At first, I could only communicate with it with my eyes closed. Later, after I got used to it, I would suddenly open my eyes, and it would freeze in fright."

Liu Zheng couldn't help but laugh when he recalled how the Spider Weaver had faked her death.

"How could you scare it like that? That's so mean."

The woman laughed, and then complained a little.

"It's normal for friends to joke around and tease each other."

He said it nonchalantly.

He and Niu Ma often threaten each other, and they're like grandfather and grandson to each other.

"very nice."

The woman's voice said softly.

"Let's get down to business first. You're Muro, right?"

Liu Zheng said seriously.

"Yes, did the teacher ask you to come?"

"Muro asked."

“It’s him. Can’t you communicate with each other? He also told me that you’ve been waiting for a long time.”

He asked curiously.

"After becoming a leader, communication with ordinary people becomes more difficult. Ordinary people cannot understand our words, and we cannot convey them clearly and simply."

"It is only because you are in this space, and because you also have the blood of a noble and superior person in your veins, that we can communicate so without any obstacles."

"My teacher and I could only communicate through special means, which could only carry a very small amount of information and was seriously distorted."

Muro explained.

"Oh, I see."

Liu Zheng nodded.

"How is my teacher now?"

Muro asked again.

"He's doing well, he can still breathe. He just has a lot of wrinkles, after all, he's quite old. I'll give him a manual facelift sometime when I have the chance."

He said carelessly.

"I think the teacher is probably not in a very good mood today."

Muro seemed to sigh.

Everyone at Calculus College knows that Master Albert hates dealing with ignorant people the most, and with rude people the second most.

The young man in front of me seems to fit both descriptions.

"Who said that? I think he's in a pretty good mood. After all, it's hard to find a fighter like me who's good at fighting and charges such a low price."

Liu Zheng retorted.

"I hope so. Did the teacher tell you everything?"

Muro politely steered the conversation away from the topic.

"Pretty much. Anyway, he told me to kill you first, then disguise myself as a woman and kill the Moon Demon. That way, the people of Atlantis would be saved, and I would get my reward."

He said it without any hesitation.

"Salvation? Perhaps. Even a brief moment of light is far better than eternal darkness."

Muro said calmly.

"Oh."

Liu Zheng sensed something was off about her words, but he didn't press the matter.

"How did your teacher tell you why he wanted to kill me?"

Muro didn't necessarily intend to tell him.

“He said that if you cancel your ability directly, the Moon Demon will notice something is wrong, and your superior part won’t allow you to commit suicide.”

Liu Zheng said.

"The teacher's wisdom remains as profound as ever. I'm coming over here, hunter."

Muro suddenly said.

"Oh. Come over here and make a little noise, I'm afraid I might kill you before you even finish speaking if I get a shock."

he reminded.

He had a fairly good impression of Muro and still wanted to give him a somewhat ceremonial death.

"I'm sure the teacher isn't in a good mood today."

Muro complained as he moved toward them.

Meanwhile, the boundary formed by the glowing mist in the distance was slowly shrinking towards Liu Zheng.

Chapter 315 Old Deng, how much gold will you drop when you die?

When Muro got within five or six meters, she stopped.

Liu Zheng finally saw her clearly.

The enormous head was riddled with pits, each containing countless pure black eyeballs, like agate stones.

But what attracted his attention even more were the bent lower limbs beneath Muro's body.

Well, these slender limbs are completely disproportionate to her body, like a semi-trailer with the wheels of a baby walker attached, which looks very comical.

"Hunter, your smile is too obvious."

Muro reminded him.

"Impossible, I don't like to smile by nature, you must have seen wrong."

Liu Zheng categorically denied it.

"Let's just leave it at that. Keep reading."

"Muro said."

He looked down as instructed, and countless white threads grew from Muro's eyeballs, spreading in all directions before disappearing into the void.

"what is this?"

he asked.

"This is time. Or rather, this is how I understand time."

Muro replied.

"Does time fly by like an arrow, and years slip by like a shuttle?"

Liu Zheng recalled the idioms he often used in elementary school essays.

"Time flies? Hmm, a beautiful and accurate metaphor."

Muro praised.

"It's just a simple metaphor in my life."

He said modestly.

“You can take a closer look.”

"Muro said."

Since she said so, Liu Zheng simply squatted down to observe.

Anyway, the legendary affix is ​​still in effect; people who can be exempt from the decline in rationality are just that carefree.

As he focused his attention on his reflection in the mirror, the web of time continued to divide and expand.

One line branches into hundreds of lines, and those hundreds of lines further branch into hundreds of lines.

Our descendants will be endless.

"The line is about to snap."

Liu Zheng suddenly said.

Although he couldn't understand what was happening, everything he perceived gave him that feeling.

"Yes, the line is about to snap."

Muro agreed with his statement.

"The teacher spent his life pursuing knowledge and truth, but his human identity bound him. Not only because of his lifespan, but also because of his perception."

"And when he discovered the existence of the superior, he was overjoyed."

"Their infinite lifespan and high-dimensional perception allow them to access the mysteries of the universe almost without limit."

"In order to become a superior being, the teacher summarized two paths based on the legacy of the Tomel civilization and the results of previous research. One is the inner eye, and the other is the divine blood."

"The path of the Holy Blood is doomed to failure, because it is itself a trap set by those in power for humanity."

"But at the same time, the path of the Holy Blood is extremely tempting. Because in the early stages of receiving the Holy Blood, people will not experience physical changes or mental pain, but will instead feel pleasure in both body and mind, and will be able to cure most of their ailments."

"Therefore, despite repeated warnings from the teachers, the faculty and students of the academy still followed Dickins onto the path of the Holy Blood."