The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!-Chapter 1231 - 764: The Writer’s Union President’s Reward

Chapter 1231: Chapter 764: The Writer’s Union President’s Reward

Before being selected by Hell’s Game, Xia Kai always considered himself a materialist.

He didn’t believe in ghosts or gods, nor in fate.

If he had to believe in something, it would be the conservation of luck law.

Based on Xia Kai’s own personal experience, his first thirty years went quite smoothly.

He was born average, grew up healthy, had a harmonious family, a smart mind, liked by the girls he liked, studied just the right topics before exams that turned out to be the main questions, and after graduating from his master’s program, his advisor got him into a high-paying, easy, and nearby company.

It could be said that Xia Kai’s first thirty years were a template of a life winner.

But after he turned thirty, everything changed.

First, his parents died in a car accident, then his advisor, who treated him like a son, was diagnosed with late-stage lung cancer,

By the time Xia Kai personally saw his advisor off, the company had gone bankrupt due to a broken financial chain.

In the end, all he was left with was a mountain of debt and a tomorrow with no future in sight.

In such a situation, going to extremes seemed like a natural course of action.

But after Xia Kai jumped into the water, he didn’t see the murky black bottom but a mass of black flame.

Then he became a player.

After joining Hell’s Game, Xia Kai’s luck mirrored the smoothness of his first thirty years.

First, the beginner’s instance just happened to be an intellect-type instance suitable for him, allowing him to easily make his first bucket of gold.

Then he met a few good veteran players, which saved him from taking many detours.

Even when encountering a high-difficulty instance like Yate City, a high-level player mixed in, turning it into a sightseeing tour.

But the smoother things went, the more cautious Xia Kai became; those memories of happiness and suffering often woke him from nightmares.

And now, the nightmare had become reality.

"Instance Name: Bathhouse Fright"

"Instance Type: Hell Trial"

"Instance Population: Solo"

"Mission Objective: Survive for 24 hours"

Looking at the words "Hell Trial," Xia Kai’s whole body trembled.

The instance difficulties in Hell’s Game were ranked as Beginner, Normal, Nightmare, Epic, Hell.

Instance difficulty didn’t equal mission difficulty but was a comprehensive evaluation of factors like world size, power systems, political structures, and racial composition.

But for regular players like them, treating instance difficulty as mission difficulty wasn’t far off.

Before this instance, the highest difficulty Xia Kai experienced was Nightmare, which was Yate City.

Nightmare difficulty was already too high for him; if not for help, he wouldn’t have passed the beastified priest, not to mention clearing the beasts, confronting the Hunter, exploring the Academy, and the final act of killing Gods.

And he became wealthy overnight after settling that instance, which made his following two instances a walk in the park.

"Is this a matter of retribution just not being due yet?"

Xia Kai smiled bitterly.

As expected, Hell’s Game wouldn’t just let him snowball like this, especially when his advantage relied on hugging high-level players’ legs.

Just don’t know what difficulty that high-level player’s instance is, hopefully not just a beginner’s trial?

"Hell..."

Xia Kai took a deep breath and stepped into the Black Fire Gate.

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Seeing Niu Ma still asleep, Liu Zheng thought for a moment and called White Feather Chicken.

"What’s up?"

White Feather Chicken asked.

"Head chef, my boss got injured again, could you help treat him one more time?"

He inquired.

"No."

White Feather Chicken flatly refused.

"The food essence isn’t meant for healing injuries. We used up most of it last time, and I need to keep the rest for any emergencies, so I can’t let it use it again."

"Could you at least let it help out in the kitchen again?"

Liu Zheng asked as a compromise.

As long as Niu Ma stayed in the delivery department, the restaurant would assign orders to it, and with its current state, getting a Garbage Processing Plant order could mean serious injury if not death.

But if Niu Ma helped out in the kitchen, the restaurant wouldn’t assign orders while Liu Zheng was out delivering.

"You think I can decide if you can help in the kitchen?"

White Feather Chicken sneered.

"You could try applying, see if the boss agrees or not."

Liu Zheng suggested.

"Sounds easy when you say it. Wait."

White Feather Chicken hung up.

A few minutes later, Niu Ma’s phone rang.

It shuddered all over, barely opened its eyes to check the caller ID, then sighed in relief and closed its eyes again.

"Spit it out, I’m busy here."

It forced itself to say.

"Busy licking your wounds?"

White Feather Chicken mocked.

"How’d you know?"

Niu Ma was stunned for a moment, then immediately looked at Liu Zheng.

Liu Zheng lowered his head, pretending to play on a game console.

"Count yourself lucky, the boss agreed you can come help in the kitchen. But don’t get too happy, I won’t go easy on you just because you’re injured."

White Feather Chicken said.

"I don’t need your care, even if I use my mouth to cook, it’s better than yours."

Niu Ma retorted defiantly.

"Fine, then use your mouth to cook in a bit."

White Feather Chicken said coldly.

"Uh, that’s not what I meant. Hello? Hey! Damn it!"

Niu Ma looked at the phone, a scowl on its face.

Now if White Feather Chicken decided to make red wine braised cow mouth, it couldn’t resist at all.

Gosh, should’ve just held back for a bit.

"Laugh again and I’ll cut your mouth off now and send it to Napoleon for cooking."

Niu Ma glared at Liu Zheng who was holding in laughter.

It obviously knew Liu Zheng was behind this.

"Boss, you’d better go quickly, don’t let Napoleon find an excuse to cook you up."