It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Hiashikibu looked at the novelist with pride, completely changing her aggrieved look just now.

"Have you finished reading it all? Then I'll put it away."

The black cat stretched out its claws and the expanded glowing words shrank back to their original size.

"The author of the entry on the right is very interesting. He is not a member of the Writers Guild, but the male companion of a member, and currently works in the takeaway department of the Bloody Restaurant."

When the name of the Bloody Restaurant was heard, there was a commotion in the Colosseum.

Unless you reach the level of a platinum writer, you will still be afraid of the forced delivery of the bloody restaurant.

"Please appreciate the work of this delivery man."

The black cat did the same thing, and the glowing words on the right also became larger and appeared in front of everyone.

"A mass grave at midnight, the moonlight is like frost."

"A young boy covered in scars knelt before a lonely grave, mumbling to himself."

"Father and mother, I have already wiped out the Haisha Gang that was trying to assassinate you, but the Haisha Gang leader's counterattack before his death also severed my meridians, and my cultivation can no longer improve."

"But I learned from the leader of the Haisha Gang that the real mastermind behind this is Ye Liangchen, the mayor of Baiyun Biancheng."

"Ye Liangchen is very powerful. Even if I practice for another ten years, I will not be his opponent. Besides, it is very difficult to practice nowadays."

"But if I don't avenge you, wouldn't I be unworthy of being a son?"

"At this point, the young man stood up with a determined look in his eyes."

Chapter 224 It has to be you humans

"The young man used his finger as a sword and cut off a large piece of flesh from his left arm, blood gushing out."

"He also broke off the little finger of his left hand and threw it in front of the grave along with the flesh."

"He said loudly, 'Now I will break my bones to return to my father and cut my flesh to return to my mother. From now on, I will sever all ties with you.'"

"You'd better seek help from someone else to avenge the extermination of our family. Goodbye!"

"After saying that, the young man ran away at full speed."

The Colosseum fell into an eerie silence.

Anyway, the author, who had just begun to take on a human form, had a very puzzled expression on his face.

What the hell is this written about?

This thought flashed through the minds of all the authors present.

It's weird though, let me take another look.

Finally, after the first author applauded, sparse applause was heard in the Colosseum.

The applause was hesitant at first, but soon merged into a sea of ​​​​joy.

Amid the applause, one could also hear a lot of laughter, some unbridled and some reserved.

"It still has to be them humans."

Even Liu Zheng heard such words.

Hmm. I always feel like I have caused these weird residents to misunderstand the humans in the metropolis again.

Forget it, his reputation has been damaged anyway, so we are even.

After the applause stopped, Black Cat also put away Liu Zheng's works.

“I believe that after reading the two entries, everyone has already made up their minds.”

"Of course, the final decision-making power of this competition belongs to me."

It winked playfully, causing laughter.

"I think everyone is clear about the basis for the existence of the Authors Guild. Without a continuous infusion of new blood, our value in the city hall will continue to decline."

"Therefore, for the purpose of encouraging newcomers, I have decided that the winner of this competition is Mr. Delivery Man from the Bloody Restaurant."

"Everyone applaud!"

Black Cat took the lead in clapping, and the other authors followed suit.

Only Hiashikibu looked at Liu Zheng with a distorted face, her eyes looking as if she wanted to devour someone.

Although she doesn't care about the prize given her wealth, even if she loses to someone else, she will hypocritically congratulate them.

But she couldn't swallow the humiliation of losing to that bitch's lover!

But now, Hishikibu cannot attack yet.

No matter how the members of the Writers Association form cliques and factions in private and suppress newcomers, they must abide by the association's rules in public.

And if he offended the black cat "The Fool" in such matters, and it became the vice-president and gave advice to the president, he might really be demoted.

That was a consequence she couldn't bear.

So, even if Hishikibu had killed the novelist and Liu Zheng a thousand times in her heart, she could only stand there motionless.

"Now, I will present the prizes for this competition. Mr. Delivery Man, please come to the center of the square."

Black Cat said.

"it is good."

Liu Zheng nodded and took the novelist's hand.

"Let's go."

He said.

"The Fool is calling you, Senior."

The novelist whispered.

"But I am your male companion, and I won't go anywhere without you."

Liu Zheng said arrogantly.

"Okay, okay."

She lowered her head and let Liu Zheng lead her downstairs.

The moment he stepped out of the stairs, the novelist turned around to look at Hishikibu, then smiled and made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Hishikibu's face, which had originally been frighteningly pale, suddenly turned blood red.

Walking down the stairs one by one, countless eyes looked at them.

There is encouragement, warning, and ill intention in it.

If it were in the past, Liu Zheng might still feel a little uncomfortable, but now he is very calm.

After all, the eyes of those bugs on the 11th floor are much more naked than those of these writers.

Seeing how calm he was, the writers who had originally looked down on him gradually changed their attitudes.

Some female or gender-indeterminate writers also cast ambiguous glances at Liu Zheng.

"Humph!"

The novelist snorted coldly, and the invisible blade arm swept across, cutting off all those sights.

Faced with her act of protecting her food, the authors below the green feather level quickly looked away, fearing that they would be spotted by her.

However, those authors above the Gold Feather level did not care at all and even made provocative moves.

Faced with this situation, the novelist has no good solution.

Within the Writers Association, the color of the feather represents the level of achievement, as well as status and power.

Although she had a strong background, she could not fight against so many golden feather authors at the same time.

Ultimately, it's because she hasn't achieved any success in the field of long-form writing.

Even though the novelist is now a Red Feather author, no one else dares to pick at her plate so blatantly.

"After I return, I must study the book 'Dragon Tribe' carefully and write a wonderful fan fiction!"

She was secretly furious in her heart.

With the experience of the gold medal editor and the original works carefully selected by Liu Zheng, she is still very confident this time.

The two men came to the black cat, and the latter looked at Liu Zheng with admiration.

"I originally thought that the delivery man was just a bit eccentric, but I didn't expect that he had such high attainments in literary creation. I am co-founding a new publication with someone, and you are welcome to submit your articles."

"If you can become an author above the Green Feather level, I can ask the president to transfer your work relationship from the Bloody Restaurant to the Authors Guild."

"Of course, the condition is that the ownership of the word '信' on your body belongs to me."

The black cat spoke.

Translated, it means that the word "faith" is still with Liu Zheng, and will be transferred when he feels he is capable enough.

"Is the Writers Association so well connected?"

Liu Zheng was surprised.

If it's so awesome, why aren't there dots marked on the map?

"The Writers Association is naturally not as good as the Bloody Restaurant. But the most important thing about the Bloody Restaurant is the restaurant itself, and individual employees are not important. But our Writers Association is different. Every writer can realize his or her own value."

Black Cat said.

Of course, if it is an ordinary member, it is naturally not enough for the Writers Association to intervene. At least it must be Green Feather or above.

"Thank you for your kindness, then."

Liu Zheng said without interest.

The black cat noticed his perfunctory attitude, but didn't say much.

It seems like this delivery man has only been employed for a short time. You will know after working for a while.

In terms of status and power, the Writers Association is certainly not as good as the Bloody Restaurant.

But in terms of treatment and freedom, the Bloody Restaurant is not as good as the Writers Guild.

It waved its paw, and a waiter immediately trotted over dragging a tray.

The black cat untied the red cloth on the tray, revealing a red pill and a blue pill under the red cloth.

"That's the prize for this competition."

"For an author, this is a very valuable drug. Many great authors wrote their famous works after taking it."

"But if you are not sure, it is best not to take it, especially avoid taking two pills together."

"Then I wish you to join the big family of our Writers Association."

Black Cat handed the entire tray to Liu Zheng and patted him on the shoulder.

Chapter 225 Senior, do you want to see mine?

Liu Zheng picked up the red pill and the item introduction popped up immediately.

"Name: Vision Pill"

"Type: Props"

“Quality: Excellent”

"Effect: After consumption, you will gain the 'clairvoyance' state, which lasts for one hour."

"Note: You saw me? You saw me! I saw you."

“Can I take out a copy: Yes”

Looking at the contents in the notes, he shuddered and quickly put away the red pill and picked up the blue pill.

"Name: True Vision Pill"

"Type: Props"

“Quality: Excellent”