Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

But more importantly, this way Liu Zheng wouldn't have to worry about the topic of the restaurant being discussed.

Although Mr. Li seemed to know the boss quite well, that rule should still apply.

He glanced at the newspaper with some curiosity, but because the print was too small, he only saw a few words like "arrival," "suppression," and "downgrading of citizens' status."

"Master, the things the guest requested have been brought."

After a while, the maid came over carrying a large tray.

On it were the seasonings Liu Zheng wanted, a pair of chopsticks, and a bowl.

"Thank you for your hard work. Young man, the food is here, let's start eating."

Mr. Li put down his newspaper and said.

Liu Zheng looked at the sheep's eyeball in the glass jar, swallowed hard, and let out a long sigh.

Let them eat it; after all, it's a free prop.

The same high-quality Ascension Moss cost him two thousand yuan.

He put all the seasonings into the bowl and then stirred them.

The spicy aroma hit Liu Zheng's nasal cavity, whetting his appetite.

"This dipping sauce is delicious even for dipping shoe insoles."

He couldn't help but feel smug.

But when he looked at the jar of sheep eyeballs, he couldn't help but sigh.

"It would be better to just dip the insoles."

Liu Zheng picked up a sheep's eyeball, put it in the bowl, rolled it around a few times, and then stuffed it into his mouth with his eyes closed.

The first bite tasted like dipping sauce; aside from the slightly strange texture, it was alright.

But when he bit into it, an extremely strong fishy smell quickly filled his entire mouth.

My head, which had been groggy from the injury, suddenly cleared up, only to crash again due to the overwhelming signals from my taste buds.

"Is it tasty?"

Mr. Li asked.

"It's quite fresh."

Liu Zheng tried his best to give an objective evaluation.

"If you like it, eat more and finish it all."

Mr. Li said with a smile.

It's like a kind elder looking at a young person with a particularly good appetite.

"it is good."

He nodded with difficulty, then picked up another eyeball.

To be fair, once you get past that initial hurdle, this stuff isn't that bad.

Right?

Under this psychological suggestion, Liu Zheng stuffed sheep eyeballs into his mouth one by one.

As the dipping sauce in the bowl dwindled, Mr. Li thoughtfully had the maid prepare a new one.

"Could we change the song?"

Liu Zheng suddenly stopped and said.

"Young man, we didn't play any music."

Mr. Li looked at him strangely.

"No music playing? Then what was I hearing?"

Liu Zheng looked up, and the music grew louder and louder.

It was so loud that he couldn't hear what Mr. Li and the maid were saying to him.

"Is it an auditory hallucination?"

Liu Zheng suddenly remembered that he had drunk some Hell Rock Coke.

"But this isn't rock music, is it?"

The music was long and ethereal, mixed with many whispers he couldn't understand, like the sound of insects crawling in the humus layer.

It doesn't sound like rock music at all, it's more like...

Gospel.

"Shub-Niggurath!"

He suddenly uttered a string of strange musical notes.

"No!"

Upon hearing this string of notes, Mr. Li let out a shrill scream, and then exploded.

His splattered flesh and blood seemed to be attracted by a magnet, flying into the maid's wide-open mouth.

Immediately afterwards, the maid tore off a shield-shaped pendant from her neck, which had a mark engraved on it that looked like a fishbone.

"In the name of N'tss-Kaambl!"

She cried out loudly, her voice aged.

An invisible force dispelled the distant malice.

"Hell Rock Coke? Should I say you're incredibly lucky, or incredibly unlucky, lad?"

The maid smiled helplessly, but it was Mr. Li's voice that came out.

In her pupils, Liu Zheng's figure was rapidly changing shape.

"Warning: Rationality is declining."

"Warning: Rationality is declining."

"Warning: Acquired 'Flesh Aberration' status."

"Warning: The upper limit of rationality has been permanently lowered."

"Acquired temporary 'irritability'."

A series of system notifications woke Liu Zheng up.

He shook his head and felt much refreshed.

Am I all better now?

He instinctively raised his hand to touch the wound, but what he saw was a tentacle.

Liu Zheng suddenly flipped off the sofa and retreated to the wall, only to find that the tentacle was following him like a shadow.

He had to realize that it was his own arm.

"What's wrong with me?"

Liu Zheng asked, his voice trembling slightly.

"Young man, don't be nervous, you just look a little different."

The maid comforted her.

"Mr. Li? You've possessed the maid's body?"

He noticed the maid's voice.

"No, child, I am Mr. Li."

The maid shook her head, her tone kind and gentle.

"Aren't you going to check out your new look?"

She pointed to the full-length mirror in the entryway.

Liu Zheng walked up to the mirror and faced the monster in it.

The monster had four tentacle-like arms and strong, hoof-like feet, with tumor-like lumps of flesh spreading from its feet all the way to its head.

What's most repulsive is its face; its ears, nose, and lips have all disappeared, leaving only pure black eyeballs and a mouth full of sharp teeth.

Liu Zheng was silent for a moment, then smiled at the monster.

The monster also opened its mouth and spewed out a strong stench of decaying vegetation.

"System, how long will this state last?"

he asked.

"After the instance ends, you can cancel it by spending game points."

The system replied.

"That's good."

Liu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

If I have to live like this from now on, it will truly be worse than death.

"Young man, would you like the rest?"

The maid asked.

"of course."

He moved his new hoof toward the dining table.

Since I'm not going to be human anyway, I'll just eat and eat and eat.

Chapter 12 A Sea of ​​Dung and Mad Maggots

One, two, three.

Liu Zheng expressionlessly stuffed the remaining sheep eyeballs into his mouth.

He didn't dip it in water again because his new tongue thought it tasted good.

With each pill Liu Zheng ate, new things would grow in his body.

His rationality didn't decline any further, probably because he had gotten used to it.

"Gain the 'Flesh and Blood Regeneration' status."

Status: Flesh and Blood Regeneration

"Effect: Gain near-immortal physical regeneration abilities."

When Liu Zheng ate the last sheep's eyeball, the system notification appeared again.

"Finally, something good has happened."

He burped.

"Seeing you enjoying your meal so much makes me feel at ease."

The maid said with satisfaction.

Should I call you Mr. Li or Xiao Jiu?

Liu Zheng casually leaned back on the sofa and wiped his mouth with his tentacles.

"Either is fine; a name is just a label."

"Then I'll still call you Xiao Jiu. Thank you for treating me to dinner, I should go now."

He stood up and said.

"Wait, young man, I haven't given you your tip yet."

The maid said.

"what do you want?"