The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!-Chapter 1244 - 770: Choose to Be a Coward for Life or a Comrade for 10 Minutes_2

Chapter 1244: Chapter 770: Choose to Be a Coward for Life or a Comrade for 10 Minutes_2

"I’ve already informed City Hall..."

He tried to justify himself, but all he received was a look that seemed to see through everything.

"Alright, I’ll go."

For whatever reason, in the end, Liu Zheng chose to accept.

"Then..."

Iron Rust extended his hand and grasped the Golden Star Tank Medal on his chest.

A warm and vibrant flame rose from his palm, slowly burning and reforging the medal.

Finally, he released his hand, and the Golden Star Tank Medal transformed into a new medal.

On this new medal, which was a size larger than the original, a tiny figure was charging towards an indescribable entity.

The figure had goat hooves and four tentacles, each holding a torch, a kitchen knife, a musket, and a grenade.

Obviously, this little figure was Liu Zheng in his Black Mountain Goat Cub hybrid state.

"Best of luck, comrade."

Iron Rust said warmly.

"Name: Evil God Slayer Medal (Growth Possible)"

"Type: Equipment"

"Quality: Excellent"

"Effect One: Slightly reduces the damage and negative impact inflicted by Evil God and its minions on the player."

"Effect Two: Slightly increases the damage and negative impact the player inflicts on Evil God and its minions."

"Effect Three: After killing a sufficient number of Evil God and its minions, the medal will evolve. Current progress: 0%."

"Note: Who says the offspring of an Evil God can’t be its nemesis? That’s what I call a perfect match!"

"Can be taken out of the instance: Yes"

"Wish me luck, comrade."

Liu Zheng put on the medal and sighed.

After leaving the shelter, he called the Fisherman.

"What’s up, thinking of burning down the rat’s nest? Too late, someone already snagged that job."

The Fisherman said with malicious glee.

"Oh boy, someone’s actually snatching work. Who is it?"

He asked curiously.

"That monkey you sent down."

The Fisherman replied.

"Hou Taotao, huh. Is it really such a diligent monkey? Doesn’t seem like it."

Liu Zheng said doubtfully.

"Better to burn a rat’s nest than eat shit. Don’t worry, your Xi Family Army’s with it, no escape."

The Fisherman said.

"Oh, that explains it. Let them be, it’d be better if they got eaten by rats."

He felt no turmoil within.

Liu Zheng had no feelings for Hou Taotao; such a gambling monkey only made the grain in the Metropolis more expensive by being alive.

It’d be better off dead, removing a hidden threat for Niu Ma.

"Should I help you?"

The Fisherman saw through his thoughts.

"No need, letting things take their course is one thing, doing it actively is another."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

In this world that’s both materialistic and idealistic, having a clear conscience is vital.

"Alright then, having a monkey help unblock the river isn’t bad. So, why did you call me?"

The Fisherman asked.

He was also bored in the sewers, watching the Xi Family Army train Hou Taotao was rare entertainment.

"I need to visit the Kowloon Walled City again."

Liu Zheng replied.

"Are you crazy?"

"Not crazy, but almost. Got another tough task."

He sighed.

"From the Rust Faction?"

"Yeah."

Liu Zheng responded.

"I’ll come over."

Soon, the Fisherman arrived riding the Devil Fish.

"What do they want you to do?"

"Parkour to feed this thing."

He took out the "Check-in Anti-evil God Grenade."

"There’s actually such a thing, quite interesting."

The Fisherman immediately understood the grenade’s function upon taking it.

"What happens if you don’t react in time and get hit?"

Liu Zheng asked with malice.

"I don’t know, but I do know you’ll definitely die if you get hit by me."

The Fisherman replied with equal malice.

"I was just casually asking, look at you, getting all worked up. Seriously though, do you have any stuff for survival, get me one, will you?"

Although he has dealt with entities more terrifying than the Evil God, those were still beings that could be communicated with; even the Peacock had to abide by Metropolis’ rules.

But beings like the Evil God, whether communication is possible is not even the point—they wouldn’t descend if they were willing to follow Metropolis’ rules.

"Sure, trade this for it."

The Fisherman tossed a grenade.

"If you want it, I’ll give it to you, it’s not like it’s anything rare."

Liu Zheng said generously.

"I don’t want it. If I take a fish fry from you, I have to return a whole fish pond someday."

The Fisherman saw he wasn’t faking it and promptly tossed the grenade back at him.

"If you don’t want it, then don’t, why throw it around? What if it explodes?"

He juggled to catch it, complaining.

"It’s a hollow shell, if it explodes, then let it explode."

The Fisherman replied offhandedly, then fell into thought.

Liu Zheng waited quietly.

"You’re sure you’re just going up for parkour, not planning something big?"

The Fisherman suddenly asked.

"Don’t worry, I know my own weight."

He replied.

"Then that’s that."

The Fisherman swung a hook and fished up a slippery, scaleless fish from the Underwater River.

"Right, what did you say just now?"

He asked.

"Ah, I said I know..."

"Ah!!!"

Before Liu Zheng could finish, the Fisherman suddenly let out an earth-shattering yell.

"Damn!"

He instinctively stepped back two paces, but the Fisherman didn’t mind him, focusing intently on the fish in his hand.

The fish was equally terrified, its eyes bulging out, its entire body exuding pink mucus.

"Why’re you standing so far away?"

The Fisherman gave him a strange look.

"Why did you suddenly yell so loudly?"

Liu Zheng said with a grievance.

"What do you know? This fish needs a good scare to come out of the water."

The Fisherman said as he smeared the mucus evenly over him.

Whenever the mucus ran out, he’d scare the fish in various ways.

Whether the fish got scared to death was unknown, but Liu Zheng’s eardrum certainly suffered terribly.

"Almost done, off you go!"

The Fisherman sized up Liu Zheng, now turned into a little pink man, then kicked him into the Underwater River.

Before Liu Zheng could react, the Fisherman jumped in again, grabbed him by the nape, and swam deeper.

Not until the river thickened into slurry did the Fisherman finally stop.

"Inside there, you roll around nonstop. Once you see me, I’ll naturally let you out."

Having said that, the Fisherman kicked Liu Zheng again, shoving him into the silt that even the Underwater River couldn’t wash away.

Liu Zheng obeyed compliantly, rolling with effort in the sludge.

And the resistance from the muck was as vast as mountains and seas; even with the double blessing of the "Heart of the Ocean" and "Kun Absorption," he could only move barely.

After a few slow rolls that even a sloth would call expert, a fishing net scooped Liu Zheng out from the muck.

"You rolled just a few circles, with such measly skill you think you can parkour under the Evil God’s nose?"

The Fisherman said disdainfully as he looked at him.

"Should I go back to rolling?"

"You think the riverbed is your home? Forget it, this’ll do. Off you go!"

The Fisherman gave him a hefty kick, blasting him back onto the riverbank.

Liu Zheng got up clutching his butt, finding his body surface already coated with muck.

The black-yellow lumps of muck cracked like dry earth, with pinkish mucus faintly visible flowing in the cracks.

Aside from facts and taste, he looked like a large serving of strawberry lava cake.

Of course, if anyone took a bite, then this life of theirs would become their past life.

"So what’s this for?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Haven’t you heard of fighting poison with poison? The best way to deal with Evil God contamination is to be corrupted by a stronger Evil God. Whatever comes down, it won’t be stronger than the sewer."

The Fisherman said.

"Impressive, impressive, worthy of being the sewer’s representative, your thinking is really wild."

He said in admiration.

"Hmph, you think I’ve worked all these years for nothing? Don’t be ungrateful, you punk. If not for the sewer considering my face and your past achievements, you’d be lucky to soak in shallow muck for a bath."

The Fisherman said proudly.

"So I should thank both of you?"

"There’s no need for empty words. The sewer wants you to hurry and catch that traitor; as for me..."

The Fisherman suddenly went silent, his expression a bit bashful.