My life can't be a harem game!

"Sea King, since you have given me this opportunity, I will not be polite. As long as I win the championship, I will take over your ocean empire!"

Muttering like this over and over again, the fishman finally turned his head to look at the dark corner next to him, where a group of slowly wriggling insects were.

[Hehe, you really trust us demons...]

There was a bloodthirsty and ferocious light in the black, slowly wriggling eyes of the insect. It slowly raised its body and spoke to the fishman.

.......

It was a beautiful night with a bright moon and sparse stars. In the wonderful moonlight, a muscular young man sat on a chair and slowly flipped through a book. In front of him was a glass of deep red wine. Next to him was a black ball with red eyeballs all over his body, which kept making strange noises.

"Uh-huh....."

He could understand the sounds that sounded quite harsh, and he nodded while listening to them. In the end, he stood up from his chair, turned his head, took out another bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet next to him, raised his index finger, and chopped it open, directly cutting the red wine.

"That's a pretty good result. Thirty sub-people with a high chance of becoming champions have accepted our help and want to win the championship."

Then he drank the whole red wine down his throat, squinted his eyes and looked very enjoyable. It was really nice that not only his life but also his work were going smoothly.

The hateful sub-humans occupied such a fertile land just because they were humans’ dogs?

"......." The big eyes beside him continued to make meaningless noises.

With his eyes narrowed, he said softly, "What do you think we should do if the demihumans who have accepted our power fail? What a simple answer. In order to prevent the truth from being exposed, we should just let them die."

"......." The black monster with eyes all over its body continued to make noise.

"The value of the goods? This kind of thing is totally unnecessary. We don't need anything except the strongest. We, the demon clan, only need the strongest right now. We don't need the rest. We need the strongest to give birth to the next generation of true demon kings."

After saying that, the tall man's body kept twisting and deforming, and he turned into a graceful woman with black mist all over her body, waist-length hair, two crystal-like horns on his head, and some fine scales on his hands.

............

The situation was turbulent and there was hidden hostility everywhere. If there was some restraint in the first few days, it became less and less restrained as time went on. Some of the remaining contestants gathered together without hesitation and kept looking for other contestants on the street, fighting and attacking them.

Despicable is called shameless. Beating up the opponent in the street is considered quite open and aboveboard. Then, stabbing or setting traps in various situations are endless.

The authorities completely ignored this. Even if they found a few people doing this, they only gave them a verbal warning, and they never saw such behavior in subsequent starts. This is precisely why the arrogance of those Asians who advocated eliminating their opponents before the game was emboldened.

Several of the hundred have been eliminated. The long preparation period seemed to be an irregular screening. All the weak seeds that only passed the test by luck were eliminated without mercy, and those who remained were the fighting elites.

The indulgence at the beginning has turned into restraint. As almost every one of the remaining 100 contestants has a certain fame, there was even a scandal at the end of the last screening where one of them had sex with a dozen beautiful female demi-humans in the street and then walked back holding the wall after being drained. But now, let alone continuing this behavior of sowing life, it is even difficult to see them on the street. One by one, they have become cowards.

"I am a coward, fearless."

Sitting on the soft duvet, holding a newly published newspaper in his hand, looking at the column specially opened for the [Top 100 Battle], the solemnity on his face could not be eliminated. This was just an informal fight before the game. If it really came to the game, it would be a real, flesh-and-blood battle.

The dormitories prepared by the authorities were basically all empty. No one wanted to be attacked by the other top 100 players as soon as they walked out of the dormitory area. Even if they were weaker than the others and could kill all those guys, the injuries they suffered might cause them to lose in the next game. So they all hid in the dormitories and basically did not show up outside.

"Fengxian, it's time for breakfast."

Suddenly, a melodious call came, completely attracting Lu Fengxian's attention...

197. The real big move

A wife has three qualities: gentleness, kindness, and good service...

The three good things of a royal sister are beer, bathing, and eating young grass....

It is already quite difficult to find a married woman, and it is even harder to find a woman who has both the attributes of a married woman and a mature woman.

Can drink, gentle, kind, and the service is quite good...

She has to be able to work in the living room, cook in the kitchen, face the audience, and be good in bed.

It's really rare.

But it's really an insight.

"This is pork kidney soup, this is beef bone soup with rice, this is chestnut roasted chicken wings, this is mushroom fried with black beans..."

I have been in the kitchen thousands of times in the past ten years, but the dishes in front of me are something I have never seen before, at least I have never cooked these dishes in all these years.

It is obviously a functional dish, but it tastes delicious and tasty.

It is the human embassy stationed in the Ghost King City in the sub-human area. It is filled with garrison members of the Ghost Tribe. In the sub-human area, basically every race has such facilities, the only difference is the size and the facilities inside.

It couldn't be shabby. As one of the ten major races, the ghost tribe had even more complete hardware facilities here than in Oli's home. In the human embassy, the already weak laws prohibiting human technology were basically completely non-existent. All kinds of human technology were available. You could even see a circle of magnetic raw stones around the embassy, in the name of reducing the impact of the sub-human area on human electrical appliances, but the real meaning was currently unclear.

"Why would we need to rely on other places if the built-in one is so good?"

I fell in love with this place in just one day. No matter what it is, as long as I need it, I can ask the ghosts who are responsible for human life supplies here. There is basically an oversupply.

Quite wealthy indeed.

The sub-human area was an extremely dangerous place before the heroes divided it thousands of years ago, but the fact that danger often brings opportunities is common in many places.

Unbelievably rich land, exotic fruits and vegetables, vast oceans full of treasures, dangerous but extremely valuable animals...

Everything is included in it, it is rich, beautiful and fantastic. There is a reason why the brave man allocated the areas that humans cannot open to the demi-humans. In that era without technology, only the demi-humans could protect the nature of this area.

"Don't you understand? The reason why I want to move from this place to another place is not because of boring reasons like living in a uncomfortable place, but because..."

As Bai Jie spoke, she pulled open the curtains next to the dining table, revealing countless sparkling green gems behind it... No, those were not green gems, were they?

"Demihuman eyes?"

Lu Fengxian swallowed the large piece of turtle meat that was still in his mouth, and said in confusion, "If they are the guards of the Ghost Clan, doesn't this number seem too many?"

Later, Bai Jie's explanation cleared up his doubts.

It turns out that this human embassy uses not only humans, but more elderly sub-humans.

No matter how powerful a creature is when he is young, time will equally grant them the right to birth, aging, sickness and death, and demi-humans are no exception.

It is true that their lifespan is long, but the problem is that no matter how long their lifespan is, they cannot be immortal, especially the fighting race ghosts. The old injuries left over from the war make it impossible for them to reach the level of ordinary ghosts. However, the ghosts themselves still need them to stay to demonstrate the glory of the ghost clan.

During the war, those with less serious injuries could still lead normal lives, but those with more serious injuries even had difficulty getting out of bed.

As permanent residents of this human embassy, although human technology is not very obvious in other aspects of life, it can really provide those old ghosts with considerable help in making life more convenient.

Some of the old ghosts have horrific scars all over their bodies and still have the aftereffects of war. They will attack at the slightest disagreement. They come out to stretch their muscles at night. This activity is similar to square dancing for old humans, but it is extremely dangerous for Bai Jie.

They all like to protect their own shortcomings and will not take the initiative to hand over their old heroes. This human embassy once had a record about this matter. A merchant from the human world was killed by a sick old ghost but did not receive any punishment.

No matter how good the environment is, no one will come here. Basically, any consortium with a little bit of strength will contact the forces on the Asian side and arrange accommodation for them. Otherwise, no one will dare to come here no matter how high the salary is. Having money but no life to spend it is not what they want.

"That's why I don't want to stay here. It could lead to my death at any time."

"The influence of Guiyan Group in the sub-human area is still quite large, right? Why..."

"In the large-scale attack a while ago, although we don't know who was responsible, the group's strength was reduced by 50% in an instant. Basically, all the investment was withdrawn, regardless of whether it was demihumans or humans."

Is that why you don't know where to go?

After finishing his big meal, Lu Fengxian gently picked up a glass of boiled water and poured it into his mouth. He rinsed his mouth gently and spit it out. He had seen too many such things. When his parents were still alive, the group of relatives in his family were quite enthusiastic, but as soon as they left, they almost pushed him into a desperate situation.

"By the way, veterans who have participated in the war for many years..." After looking at the shining green eyes outside the window, Lu Fengxian was silent for a long time and then smiled slightly...

"interesting."

..........

The battlefield where demons are dancing wildly is a stage with blood splattered all over. The weapons in their hands are musical instruments, constantly playing music formed by screams and wails.

He is old and weak, suffering from all kinds of pains and diseases. His former glory is gone, and now he is just an old man who has difficulty even holding a glass of water.

Walking with a cane in this place full of modern machinery, if I'm unlucky, it might be tomorrow, but if I'm lucky, it might be postponed a little bit...

"Enjoy the moment, enjoy now, everyone."

One of the eyes on his face was missing, and his left leg was completely broken from the base of the leg. A ghost man laughed loudly and said to the other dozen old ghosts in the garden, "By the way, did you get any wine or something? I'm almost dying from eating that meat porridge every day."

"Hot brat, if I had wine, I would throw it right in your face!"

"If you have it, smash it. I'm responsible for it!"

Bragging and laughing with each other and chatting non-stop while sitting on the benches seemed to have become the main theme. They were even inferior to those humans with normal hands and feet. Having fought on the battlefield for their entire lives, they still had the ghost people as their life guarantee even after retiring and coming here to retire.

I don't want this kind of life. Even if a lion's teeth fall off and its claws are worn down, it is still a lion. I don't want this kind of life in captivity at all!

"I really hope I can have a sip of wine. With a sip of wine and a cigarette, now no matter if it's a god or a demon, we are all sworn brothers."

"Shameless old man, you're misusing the word buddy just for that little thing!"

"Ha ha!"

call out--!

Along with their teasing voices was the whistling sound of sharp objects cutting through the air. Several old men who were originally chatting and interrupting the conversation like candles in the wind suddenly changed their expressions, and they rolled over and were behind the nearest shelter. Several of those who were holding crutches instantly split their crutches into several parts, and finally turned them into a long stick and pointed it in the direction of the whistling sound.

They are still warriors. As long as they have not taken their last breath and their hearts have not stopped beating, they are still warriors. If someone attacks them, they will fight back without hesitation...

However, not an attack.

Or rather, it wasn't even a threat, what was attacking was a huge wine barrel!

"I've heard that this place is full of hidden talents. I came here today to pay you a visit. It seems that you are all still very skilled."

The man in the fox mask, wearing a blood-red cheongsam, stood above the street lamp closest to the group of old ghosts and spoke in a playful tone.

"Human." A one-eyed old ghost recognized his race at a glance.

"He's quite young, probably less than 20 years old." Another old ghost warrior leaning on a cane estimated.

"He has good physical fitness, and he seems to have practiced a lot of strange fighting moves. They are weird but effective."

Just a few words completely destroyed the atmosphere when Lu Fengxian first appeared. If there is anyone in the world who is least likely to believe in monsters and demons, it must be the iron-blooded warriors. On the battlefield, the only things they believe in are the sweat and strength shed during training, and everything else is fake.

"This smells like the cheap, watery wine from that bar full of chicks out there. It's super spicy."

There were already a few people who couldn't stand it anymore and gathered around the barrel of wine. One of the old drunkards sniffed and explained the origin of the barrel of wine brought by Lu Fengxian in detail, then he opened the barrel and drank it without hesitation.

“What an incredible group of guys.”

Seeing the barrel of wine brought from outside at a high price being drunk up so quickly, Lu Fengxian's face twitched twice and he was speechless. He originally thought that he would have to use a lot of words to get them to get along with him, but now it seems that he was completely overthinking.

He really had a good alcohol tolerance, and because he hadn't touched the wine for a long time, after a short while, the barrel of wine was turned upside down, revealing the bottom with nothing left...

"Hiccup, buddy, did you bring it?"

“…Not yet.”

"That's such a pity. I wanted to get drunk, but that amount of wine is only enough for us to taste. It's really..."

As if to confirm their previous oath, although Lu Fengxian had not yet introduced his name, this group of battle-hardened old ghosts, both men and women, began to call him "brother".

After drinking a few sips, the initial hostility turned into a certain degree of closeness. The leading ghosts, who were obviously taller than the other ghosts, asked Lu Fengxian.

"So, is there anything you want to ask of me?"

"It's not like I'm asking you for a favor. I'm just following the voice in my heart and coming to ask you for advice." His eyes began to close slowly, and Lu Fengxian said softly to them, "It's just combat experience."

"Haha, you may be disappointed. Our experience is gained through real fighting. Drills like playing house may not be very effective."

What this means is that if it is not just a playful exercise, it is very likely to put yourself in danger?

That's a very thoughtful idea, but...

"Perhaps you misunderstood what I meant. I was planning for you to watch and feel it from the sidelines, and you just need to practice it for me."

"Drill? With whom? By ourselves?"

"No, it's you and the other me..."

As Lu Fengxian spoke, he called out softly in his heart...

Show me what you mean by powerful, Barbarian God...

I have always responded to all the ten years later with a sense of awe and learning. At this moment, if I want to break through those tragic ten years later with my own abilities, I must learn, learn and learn again. After ten years of learning, I will surpass ten years later!

[Little devil, open your eyes and watch me]

Then, Lu Fengxian opened his eyes as wide as possible, and starting from the pupils, streams of blood kept pouring out, quickly turning the pupils blood red. Blue veins popped out and blood vessels beat wildly, expressing their existence. The originally jet-black hair seemed to be dyed red by the blood squeezed out of the scalp, which was terrifying. The four fangs in his mouth began to grow wildly, completely ignoring Lu Fengxian's own desire to maintain his appearance.

Ten years later, the Barbarian God is possessed by 10%!

This is a very dangerous mode, where you completely surrender yourself to another self ten years later, both in terms of rationality and thinking, and just watch the whole process from the side.

It is a truly ultimate move. Currently, the highest level is only 10% of the consciousness after ten years, and more than 70% of the self-awareness. The Savage God is the self, and the self is the Savage God...

“Crack…”

He stretched out a hand and grabbed it hard. The lamp, which was as thick as a normal person's waist, became dented and broken. With his blood-red eyes half-closed, the Barbarian God Lü Fengxian smiled slightly. He hooked his index finger at the ghosts standing there, whose faces had completely changed from relaxed to solemn and alert. With a cynical smile in his blood-red pupils and the corners of his lips, he said slowly to these huge murderous people who had once been on the battlefield...