The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!-Chapter 1136 - 714: Black Swan, Screw Your Eggshell (Part 2)

Chapter 1136: Chapter 714: Black Swan, Screw Your Eggshell (Part 2)

Liu Zheng said with an expectant face.

"Forget it, being remembered by you for a lifetime is kind of disgusting."

Fei Shibu showed a disdainful expression.

"Same to you."

He retorted.

Just as another round of bickering was about to start, the Toad Waiter knocked on the door of the private room.

"Sorry, the Black Swan is about to go on stage, there’s no time to meet fans, but I can deliver your flowers for you."

After coming in, the Toad Waiter said.

"Then forget it, I’ll give them to her personally when she’s free."

Liu Zheng waved his tentacle.

"Okay. I’ll take my leave now. If you need anything, just press the service bell on the wall."

The Toad Waiter exited the private room.

He glanced at his phone; it was already 6:58, and the Black Swan indeed didn’t have time to meet fans.

Of course, it also depends on who the fan is.

If it were a fan of the caliber of Ace’s father, the performance today would have to be canceled to accommodate them first.

"Sigh, in the end, I’ve got to show off again, though I’m really not the type who likes to showboat."

Liu Zheng sighed with mock seriousness.

"Well, you could also sneak out now and find a deserted spot to hang yourself quietly."

Fei Shibu mocked.

"Can’t be bothered with you."

He turned to the stage, waiting for the show to begin.

At exactly 7:00 PM, the lights in the center of the stage went out on schedule.

Possibly due to some sort of Extraordinary Power, the center of the stage was completely pitch-black, with none of the surrounding light seeping in.

As a gentle melody began to play, a brighter black seemed to flow through the darkness.

When the blackness faded, a tall Black Swan appeared in full view of the audience.

Unlike ordinary black swans (which have fluffy gray feathers on their backs), its entire body was covered in feathers that were both black and shiny, as dark as a solar eclipse and as shiny as silk.

Its beak, like an ordinary black swan’s, was mainly white, with a red "V" marking extending to either side near the tip.

Besides that, its entire body had flowing lines in perfect accordance with the golden ratio, almost not like a natural creature but rather one carved out.

Yet the light in its eyes, the quivering of its every feather, the rhythm of its every movement, exuded vibrant vitality.

"It dances so well."

Even someone like Liu Zheng, who doesn’t normally watch dance, instinctively praised it.

Moreover, the beauty of the Black Swan transcended race and gender, reaching a level close to beauty itself.

"If Ottawa hadn’t lost its goose life, would it become like this too?"

He thought of the weak and ugly body of the Big White Goose in the Gem Mirror.

Who knows if the Big White Goose knows that the Black Swan looks like this; if so, its hatred would be understandable.

"The Extraordinary World is truly cruel."

Liu Zheng couldn’t help but sigh.

The real world is also cruel, with much opportunistic plundering, but there are always some things others cannot take away from you.

In the Extraordinary World, however, your body, soul, memories, past, future, even your very existence, can all be taken from you — a true winner-takes-all situation.

If it weren’t for the strong suppression by City Hall, who knows what kind of Hell the Metropolis would become.

And without the Supreme Councilman, City Hall would have just become a tool for the strong to carve up interests.

"What kind of person is the Supreme Councilman really?"

Countless images formed in Liu Zheng’s mind, yet none satisfied him.

"Senior, time’s almost up."

The novelist reminded.

The dance "Swan’s Lament" isn’t long, just over five minutes, and it’s already more than halfway through now.

"Okay."

Liu Zheng nodded, taking out a studded men’s leather jacket.

"Name: Ga Ga Shuang Bathhouse Playwear"

"Type: Item"

"Quality: Excellent"

"Effect: Upon use, completely transforms into a style consistent with the playwear look; when damaged, the playwear is prioritized for destruction."

"Note: As long as it’s not broken in, it doesn’t count."

"Whether it can be taken out of the instance: No"

"So, any changes?"

He put on the jacket and asked.

"Senior, you should take a look yourself."

The novelist stifled a laugh, taking a compact mirror out of her bag and handing it to him.

Liu Zheng took the mirror and saw a large man with a Mohawk-style haircut, with a face full of hair. The open collar revealed chest hair thick enough to serve as body armor — it looked very punk.

"Did President Yuan give me something he couldn’t use?"

The thought that this was supposed to be playwear made him couldn’t help but quip.

"Who’s President Yuan?"

The novelist asked blankly.

"A friend who runs a bathhouse."

Liu Zheng was startled but tried to respond nonchalantly.

"Oh."

The novelist didn’t probe further.

"I’m going out; take care of yourselves."

Liu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mm-hmm, good luck, Senior!"

The novelist raised her little fist to cheer him on.

With the family background of her and Fei Shibu, as long as they weren’t caught in the act, nothing would happen to them.

After leaving the private room, Liu Zheng headed down to the first floor.

Both the waiters and the audience on the first floor were absorbed in the Black Swan’s performance, and those few who were working intently didn’t bother him when they saw he was coming down from the second floor.

If you buy a first-floor ticket, you can’t go to the second floor, but if someone from the second floor wants to come down to the first floor and lower their viewing experience, no one really cares.

Among the audience who love going to the Grand Theater to watch performances, there’s never a shortage of emotionally rich individuals or performance artists. There was even someone who, after drinking too much, poured alcohol on himself and set it on fire, jumping out from a second-floor box as a burning airborne performer.

As long as the performance on stage isn’t disrupted, the staff have seen it all before and won’t be surprised.

Liu Zheng didn’t rush onto the stage directly but stood in a corner, swaying to the rhythm while watching the Black Swan dance.

Seeing this, the staff further let down their guard.

Just as the music was dying down and the performance was reaching its end, Liu Zheng retrieved two items from the System Space.

One was a plate of shrimp and pig heart stir-fry, and the other was a small booklet.

"Name: Longjing Shrimp Pig Heart (single-use)"

"Type: Item"

"Quality: Excellent"

"Effect: When using offensive language on an enemy, the impact is doubled. More effective when used with similar items, lasting for one hour."

"Note: Shrimp and pig heart together — how terrifying."

"Whether it can be taken out of the instance: Yes"

"Name: Swear Word Collection (single-use)"

"Type: Item"

"Quality: Exceptional"

"Effect: When used, it can generate targeted swear words based on the target’s race."

"Note: Anyone arguing with me will lose their mother within three seconds. As for their father, he shot out with their brain matter long ago."

"Whether it can be taken out of the instance: No"

He had acquired these two items a while ago but hadn’t found the right situation to use them — until now.

Liu Zheng first dumped the entire plate of shrimp and pig heart into his mouth, then picked up the Swear Word Collection and flipped it open.

"Item use successful, compiling swear words based on target’s race..."

"Swear words compiled successfully, please use with caution."

With the system prompt, line after line of text appeared on the initially blank pages.

"Black Swan, I screw your eggshell, you damn Ugly Duckling with no feathers, what gives you the right to dance on the Grand Theater’s stage..."

Holding the Swear Word Collection with one tentacle and pointing at the Black Swan with another, he spewed insults as loudly as a priest condemning a demon.

"What are you saying?"

The music abruptly stopped, and the Black Swan stood on one leg, its blood-red gaze shining over like two searchlights.

"Was I wrong? I heard that as a chick, you couldn’t compete with your nestmates. To get a bit of worm, you sold your body, and your cloaca was expanded into a three-bedroom by the biggest chick..."

Liu Zheng got louder and more excited as he went on.

The audience was also captivated by his colorful swearing and shocking stories, turning their attention from the stage to him.

"Arrest him!"

A staff member finally reacted, shouting loudly.

Other staff members, realizing the situation, began to surround him.

"Let him speak!"

A viewer raised a shoe and patted the back of a chair, complaining.

The other audience members also came to their senses — sure, performances can be seen anytime, but this kind of fun is rare!

"Let him speak! Let him speak!"

The audience raised their shoes or accessories, banging them on the backs of the chairs as they chanted.