Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

The stag beetle threw the wallet out.

“This wallet has a self-destruct function, but I have deactivated it. At the same time, it is also a token of trust. As long as my family sees you take money out of it, they will trust you unconditionally.”

Liu Zheng glanced at it, then carefully touched the wallet with the tip of his tentacle, and the item description immediately popped up.

Name: Portable Little Vault

Type: Equipment

Quality: Excellent

"Effect: Can store approximately one cubic meter of items, limited to general equivalent items within the current instance."

Note: Still annoyed by your wife's frequent checks on your finances? Still worried about what to do with your money when you run away? With this portable savings account, you'll never have to worry about not having any cash on you again!

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

"Wow, this is quite complicated."

He curled his lips.

If he hadn't received nine years of compulsory education, he really wouldn't have understood the effect of this item.

The so-called general equivalent is a special commodity that is separated from the world of commodities and serves as the unified expression of the value of all other commodities.

Different material conditions and social cultures will produce different general equivalents.

In reality, human society has seen a variety of general equivalents, such as livestock, fur, shellfish, metals, and even humans themselves.

Money itself is also a general equivalent.

In terms of paper money, one cubic meter of space is enough to store more than 80 million banknotes, which is indeed sufficient.

Why don't you fill it up?

Liu Zheng said with some regret.

If he had over 80 million, he certainly couldn't buy a peacock's life, but he could easily buy other people's lives.

Take tomb raiding as an example. If he had more than 80 million, he could take out 10 million to bribe the tomb keeper, and then use 70 million to buy seven S-level tomb sweeping packages and hire seven dead people as bodyguards. In that case, tomb raiding would instantly turn into archaeological excavation.

As for the remaining little bit, since Red Pig looks so pitiful, let's buy him a few dozen B-grade meals to improve his diet.

"A company in its growth phase will not retain too much working capital."

"That's what the stag beetle explained."

"Okay, so where are your family members?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"There were their photos in a hidden compartment of the wallet, and the address was written on the back of the photos."

"That's what the stag beetle said."

In addition to its storage space, this portable treasury can also be used as a regular wallet.

He opened the wallet's inner compartment, and sure enough, there was a family photo inside.

The family consists of a husband and wife, a stag beetle couple, and their daughter. The wife is beautiful, and the daughter is pure and lovely.

However, not only did the stag beetle look serious, but his wife and daughter also looked rather unpleasant, as if they were being slapped at with guns pointed at them.

Are you and your family naturally averse to smiling?

Liu Zheng complained.

“My mind is all on my career. When I do come home, I’m a bit stricter with them.”

The stag beetle sighed.

"understood."

He said nothing more.

Every family has its own problems. How to balance material needs and time spent together is something even great people couldn't figure out.

Fortunately, he was an orphan and didn't have this kind of trouble.

"I have one last request."

"The stag beetle said again."

"You're making too many requests. If you keep this up, I'll start to suspect you're stalling for time."

Liu Zheng warned.

"This really is the last one."

The stag beetle guaranteed the way.

"Alright, go ahead and tell me."

Chapter 526 Liu Zheng, you big scumbag!

"Let's blow up the Green Field Culture again."

"That's what the stag beetle said."

"I can't do that."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

“I have a friend who works there, and I can’t let her get implicated.”

What is your friend's job title?

"The stag beetle asked."

"manager."

"Once my family has stabilized the company, I'll have your friend switch jobs and come to our company as a deputy director."

"That's what the stag beetle said."

A director position is too high and unreliable, while a senior manager position is too low and inappropriate. The position of deputy director is quite good, as the talent was specifically poached from a rival company, and promoting him two levels is reasonable.

"That's too far-fetched, let's just forget about it."

He still chose to refuse.

Liu Zheng doesn't like others making empty promises to him, nor does he like making empty promises to others.

"That's alright. I'll pay you in advance, and you can finish it when the time is right."

The stag beetle reluctantly broke off one of its large antlers and poured out a key from it.

"This is a master key that can open most 'doors,' whether it's a bank vault or a magical portal. I believe you understand its value."

He handed the key to Liu Zheng.

Liu Zheng took the key, and an item description popped up.

Name: The Universal Key (Bloodline Curse)

Type: Item

Quality: Perfect

Effect 1: After use, it can open most conceptual 'doors'.

"Effect 2: When used by a non-bound blood relative, the user will gain the 'Extreme Misfortune' status, which lasts for one instance."

"Note: I'm warning you, don't use my keys to open other people's back doors again!"

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

"Misfortune strikes: The player's luck value drops to 0. This status does not take effect if the player's luck value is negative."

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He looked at the key, then at the stag beetle.

"Any questions?"

The stag beetle asked calmly.

Only by shooting with a high-speed camera and observing frame by frame can one discover the subtle changes in its expression.

"I know that being too lucky can shorten your lifespan, but you don't have to help me like this, do you?"

Liu Zheng squinted and said.

"How did you tell?"

The stag beetle's heart skipped a beat, and he said in a deep voice.

"Don't worry about that. Goodbye."

He swiftly and cleanly pierced the antler beetle's head with his insect-killing dagger, then finely sliced ​​it into minced meat with his dragon scale knife, leaving not a single intact piece of meat on it.

Since the stag beetle itself doesn't want to die a dignified death, then there's no need for him to make it dignified.

Liu Zheng picked up the remaining two large, crimson horns and put them into the legendary delivery box.

It can serve as proof of completion of the commission, and it can also be taken to an auction house to see if anyone wants it.

He turned around and walked to Shui Sisan, bent down and picked up its insect skin.

"what?"

He intended to put the insect skin into the legendary delivery box, but the item description popped up instead.

Name: Water Forty-Three's Insect Molt

Type: Miscellaneous Items

Quality: Excellent

"Effect: It can be used as a medicine, food ingredient, and raw material for making extraordinary items."

"Note: Humanity that has been alienated, and then alienated again—is it regret or liberation, despair or hope?"

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

"I fear not being crushed to pieces, but only wish to leave behind a pure reputation in the world."

For some reason, Liu Zheng suddenly thought of this poem.

It might not be the right thing to do, but it doesn't really matter.

After thinking it over, he decided to give the molted insect of Water Forty-Three to its family.

You want to see people when you are alive, and you want to see corpses when you die.

Speaking of which, should this molted insect be considered a corpse or a cenotaph?

Shaking his head, he stored the insect molt of Water Forty-Three into his system space.

"Oh, right, and that stupid woman too."

Just as he was about to run away, Liu Zheng remembered the woman who wasn't quite right in the head.

He ran back the way he came, but when he reached the place where the woman was hiding, he only saw some charred bones.

"Ugh."

Liu Zheng sighed.

Although he hadn't promised to save her from the start, he still felt somewhat frustrated seeing the woman die in the aftershocks of the explosion.

Not to mention, there are many innocent waiters on the 11th floor.

But Liu Zheng had no choice. His delivery time was limited, and he couldn't even finish his own work. He was simply powerless to do many things.

He gripped the insect-killing voodoo dagger and plunged it into his own chest, blood dripping down the blade onto the charred bones.

"Consider this a compensation for the knife wound."

Liu Zheng bowed with his hands clasped in a gesture of respect, then turned and left.

"Ok?"

After he took a few steps, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

Liu Zheng suddenly turned around and saw a group of black ghosts staring at him.