The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!-Chapter 1232 - 764: The Writer President’s Reward (Part 2)

Chapter 1232: Chapter 764: The Writer President’s Reward (Part 2)

Liu Zheng laughed.

"Hum! Wait until I come back to deal with you."

Niu Ma got up and staggered out of the lounge.

Si Xue agreeing to let Niu Ma help in the kitchen was within Liu Zheng’s expectations.

From his own experience and Niu Ma’s description, you can tell that as long as you’re useful, Si Xue meets the standard of a good boss.

It’s just uncertain whether there will be credit deductions; if so, whether it’s his or Niu Ma’s.

Closing the lounge door, Liu Zheng continued drinking.

He certainly wouldn’t drink the way Niu Ma and the others did, by chugging it down; instead, he’d savor a dried fish before taking a sip of wine.

Half a bottle down, the takeout order hadn’t arrived yet, but a call from The Fool did.

"Sorry, delivery gentleman, we didn’t keep you as guests earlier; it was really impolite."

The Fool apologized.

"No worries, we weren’t really looking to be guests at Emperor’s Garden anyway."

Liu Zheng said frankly.

"Haha, delivery gentleman, you’re really straightforward. But I am indeed considering moving."

The Fool said.

Emperor’s Garden is not just expensive; it has many benefits for cultivation.

But after clashing with Peacock twice, staying at Emperor’s Garden feels a bit awkward.

Luckily, his power doesn’t rely much on location, so moving won’t have much impact.

"That’s good. Oh, right—best not to choose properties under Mr. Li’s name."

Liu Zheng suggested.

"Why?"

"Because I’ve had conflicts with him too."

He replied candidly.

"Delivery gentleman, you really... have acquaintances all over."

The Fool tried to use a non-pejorative yet accurate description.

After all, relationships are relationships, whether friendly or antagonistic.

"No choice, the job is about offending people. Did you have something specific in mind when you called, Mr. Fool?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"It’s like this, the president is about to go into seclusion, so he asked me to see if you’d like to become his ’audience’ before he does."

The Fool said.

"What is ’audience’?"

This clearly wasn’t the literal meaning.

"You can think of it as subordinate gods, but the relationship isn’t as close. Once you become an ’audience’, you can travel in worlds within the author’s book, not only bringing items or characters into reality but also cultivating the book’s power system."

"Compared to the president’s status, even if there’s no corresponding power system in reality, you can still use it. With the president’s help, your cultivation will be very smooth."

"And as the president’s status increases, the benefits you gain from the book world will also be greater."

"However, the downside is obvious too. If the president’s status drops, your powers will drop as well, and the things you’ve gained might disappear."

The Fool laid out both the pros and cons.

"Thanks for the president’s kind offer, but it doesn’t seem right for me."

Liu Zheng thought for a moment and politely declined.

Firstly, he’s a player who frequently travels across different worlds; the power of ’audience’ might not apply elsewhere.

Secondly, he doesn’t like choices that make him dependent on others.

After all, if he were willing to become subordinate gods, Liu Zheng could’ve become Ra’s.

Though Ra’s status has declined now, its standing remains, and the Sun God’s power is applicable in most worlds, which suits him more.

"No worries, this spot will remain reserved for you. If you change your mind, feel free to reach out."

The Fool wasn’t offended.

"Thank you. By the way, can this spot be transferred to someone else?"

Liu Zheng asked boldly.

"Well... it can be, but the president hopes it doesn’t land with unrelated people."

The Fool paused before saying.

"Understood."

This means he doesn’t want it sold for money or other reasons; only transferred to close ones.

"Also, I have a personal gift, which will be sent to the clinic later. Hope you like it."

After that, The Fool was about to hang up.

"Mr. Fool, please wait a moment."

Liu Zheng quickly stopped him.

"Is there anything else, delivery gentleman?"

The Fool asked.

"Yes, someone entrusted me to ask the president about the method for ’turning yin to yang, dying and reviving’."

He informed him about the issue with the Heavenly Martial King.

"Hmm... since it’s the Master of Nine Dragon Heaven Centipede, I should help in principle. But this concerns the president’s secrets, which are inconvenient to share."

The Fool said.

"That’s troubling; my stuff is still with him."

Liu Zheng said worriedly.

"What stuff?" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"The Three Five Evil-slaying Sword. The sword itself isn’t important, but it’s a public item, and if I don’t get it back, my head might not be safe."

He said with a sigh.

"Is it that serious? Alright, I’ll apply to the association to see if there’s anything suitable from the big library."

The Fool thought before saying.

"Thank you very much."

"You’re welcome. Is there anything else, delivery gentleman?"

The Fool asked.

"Nothing else, you go ahead."

Liu Zheng hung up.

"Phew~"

He breathed a sigh of relief.

The "Nine Dragons Carrying Coffin" task is finally complete, among the highest in difficulty and scope in all he accepted.

Fortunately, the reward was rich enough, making his toil worthwhile.

Looking back, the biggest benefit of the ’audience’ spot isn’t what The Fool mentioned, but the spot itself.

Being an ’audience’ to the author president means receiving his protection.

With the president’s strength, as long as you don’t mess up, it’s basically "all things go well, dying naturally."

These eight words might not mean much in reality, but they’re worth a lot in Metropolis.

Granted, this protection might not be as useful given Liu Zheng’s complex network.

His cloud bosses are at a similar level to the author president, not differing much.

So transferring the spot to others is indeed the best choice.

Transferring it to Sea Girl would be nice; Fisherman can’t leave the sewer, while the author president isn’t restricted.

Then if those bald monks dare to harass Sea Girl again, don’t blame the author president for exploring the Metaverse.

Giving it to Sasha works too; she stays at the clinic daily without enemies, and those diners won’t offend the author president for some medicine.

Thinking this, Ghost Hand crawled in from outside.

"Can’t catch a break."

Liu Zheng sighed.

Though he hadn’t acted, facing an enraged Peacock was truly draining.

If not for his high attributes and the protection of an artificial body, he would’ve been scared to death by Peacock’s speech.

Ghost Hand heard his complaints and patted his foot in comfort.

Liu Zheng looked at Ghost Hand, Ghost Hand looked back, silent except for dried fish.

They finished the dried fish together, and Liu Zheng picked up the takeout order from the ground.

"Meal: One serving of White-Cut Chicken"

"Address: Kowloon Walled City"

"Orderer: Fat Biao"

"Time limit: One hour"

"Kowloon Walled City..."

The order appeared just after he completed the "Nine Dragons Carrying Coffin" task, making it hard to believe the restaurant wasn’t doing it intentionally.

Additionally, the orderer lacks a specific room number, making it look hard to deliver.

Liu Zheng gathered the takeout order and exited the lounge.

Opening the meal box on the food cart, it revealed a plate of white-cut chicken.

Golden skin, tender white chicken meat, and meat near the bone showing a light red color with red blood threads in the bone, along with a small dish of sand ginger soy sauce dip—a very standard plate of white-cut chicken.

"Name: One serving of White-Cut Chicken (disposable)"

"Type: Tool"

"Quality: Ordinary"

"Effect: Recovers a small amount of stamina."

"Note: ’People have people taste, chicken have chicken taste. Sometimes, being a person is like being a chicken.’"

"Can be taken out of the instance: Yes"

"Hmm..."

Something felt odd about the note, but it was hard to pinpoint.

Liu Zheng shook his head and placed the meal box into the Legendary Takeout Box.

The green light lit up; he nodded, closed the box, and walked into the takeout passage.