The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!-Chapter 1217 - 757: The Strength of the Bloody Restaurant

Chapter 1217: Chapter 757: The Strength of the Bloody Restaurant

"You humans, always so weighed down by heavy thoughts, so many thoughts it’s hard to bear."

The Big White Goose said earnestly.

"You’re right, big brother. I’m overthinking things."

Liu Zheng agreed verbally but silently grumbled in his heart.

The Big White Goose not only had heavier thoughts than him, but its intestines were shorter (a goose’s intestines average about 3 meters, while a human’s average seven meters), so if anyone was going to break from the strain, it’d be the goose first.

"Here, the British Minister asked me to give you this little trinket."

The Big White Goose pulled out a bottle of liquid from under its wing.

"Looks a bit disgusting."

Liu Zheng took the bottle, the liquid inside was murky and viscous, with many suspicious solids floating about.

"Of course it’s disgusting, it’s stomach acid."

The Big White Goose said.

"Gross~ What’s it used for?"

He asked.

"It’s specifically for dissolving metals; steel meets this stuff like plastic meets a fireball."

The Big White Goose said.

"That could come in handy, thanks to the British Minister and big brother for thinking of me. Infinite Heavenly Venerable."

Liu Zheng also stored the bottle inside the Qiankun Ring.

True damage greatly discounts pure physical defense, and this bottle of stomach acid can serve as an auxiliary.

"When did you join Taoism?"

The Big White Goose asked in surprise.

"Ah, no, it’s just a requirement for using this ring."

He raised the Qiankun Ring to explain.

"Oh. Believing in Taoism doesn’t matter, the restaurant doesn’t care about your faith as long as you don’t cause trouble."

The Big White Goose said.

"From what big brother’s saying, someone caused trouble before?"

Liu Zheng inferred from its words.

"That’s right. An employee from the customer service department once got brainwashed by a guest and planned to summon an Evil God inside the restaurant. Luckily, the customer service department minister of the time responded swiftly, or it would have been a huge mess."

The Big White Goose said.

"With the restaurant’s power, even if an Evil God were summoned, it wouldn’t be a big deal, right?"

He said.

"What is power?"

The Big White Goose asked in return.

"Uh..."

Liu Zheng opened his mouth, finding himself unable to answer.

"Is it strength? Is it mana? Is it True Qi? Is it magic power... it’s all of these, but also none of these."

The Big White Goose listed examples one by one, then summed up.

"Power can also be understood as a deposit, no matter how large the deposit is, if it can’t be spent, then it’s just a number on paper. It’s because the restaurant’s power is so strong that it cannot be put to full and timely use."

"For example, can you mobilize every muscle fiber in your body?"

It asked.

"No."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

The innate advantage of the artificial body allowed him to use his physical capabilities efficiently, but he was still far from calling upon every muscle fiber.

If back in his original body, it’d be even worse, being able to precisely control each muscle group would be considered good enough.

"What if you could?"

The Big White Goose pressed on.

"Then I guess it would be painful?"

Liu Zheng said instinctively.

"Hmm? Not bad, humans really are smart."

The Big White Goose hadn’t expected him to arrive at this answer immediately, nodding in approval.

"A hundred percent control equals a hundred percent feedback; imagine if the pain of blood and flesh rebirth was ten times or even a hundred times greater than it is now, what would happen?"

"Then I’d probably directly die from the pain."

Liu Zheng replied.

Pain is a mechanism to protect life from danger, but excessive pain itself becomes dangerous.

"Exactly, and the restaurant’s pain is ten thousand times or even a hundred thousand times that, so it rarely takes action itself, which is why it needs employees like us and even... others."

The Big White Goose said.

"I see."

He realized.

"Of course, this is just my goose’s speculation, just take it as something to listen to. After all, the gap between me and the restaurant is like that between bacteria and elephants, there’s absolutely no way to truly empathize."

The Big White Goose laughed.

"What big brother says must be insightful."

Liu Zheng offered a flattering remark.

"Hahaha, you sure know how to talk, I’m off."

The Big White Goose patted his knee and turned to leave.

Liu Zheng watched its back, his gaze gradually growing cold.

The Big White Goose repeatedly said it would grow old and die in the Bloody Restaurant, warned him not to follow the path of the Legendary delivery man, yet always casually informed him of some restaurant secrets or even weaknesses.

What exactly is it up to?

Liu Zheng pondered for a while without understanding, so he decided not to bother thinking anymore.

Let them be calculated and strategic, as long as they’re not stronger than Hell’s Game, then he remains a pawn with legs, able to flee whenever he wishes not to play.

If they are stronger than Hell’s Game, or like the Red Ghost, able to prevent him from clearing instances, then he would accept his loss.

Liu Zheng returned to the small stool, and gave Niu Daji a call.

"Daji, how are things over at Morrison Primary School?"

He asked.

"Boss, we’ve caught a few spies and are interrogating them now."

Niu Daji paused and added.

"It was Ah Bao who discovered them."

"Good, knowing not to take the credit. Can you interrogate them?"

Liu Zheng asked.

If they couldn’t extract the information, he’d have them brought to the clinic for him to interrogate personally later.

"Bear, the boss is asking if you can interrogate them?"

Niu Daji shouted at the panda not far away.

"I am Panda, if you keep calling me a bear, I’ll interrogate you too!"

The Panda cursed.

"Boss, I think he should be able to manage now."

Niu Daji laughed and said.

"Don’t just fool around, end it decisively after the interrogation. If you can’t interrogate them, then I’ll have to interrogate you all."

Liu Zheng said lightly.

"Yes! We promise to complete the task."

Niu Daji’s forehead was sweating coldly, his attitude became much more serious.

After hanging up, he dialed another number.

"Who is this?"

A calm voice sounded.

"Hello, Professor Newt, this is Liu Zheng from Bloody Restaurant."