The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?

Chapter 1418 - 857: Perfect Cuisine!_2

"Awesome, boss."He gave Niu Ma a perfunctory compliment.

With Niu Ma accompanying him, things became much easier. Even if they couldn’t win, they could escape, and if all else fails, there was Oynk to back them up.

Speaking of which, since he was going to the black market, he needed to prepare some extraordinary items to draw blind boxes at the Wonderful Blind Box House.

Earlier, Liu Zheng felt he got a bad deal when he drew a little soldier model but found it really useful after using it.

"Boss, is there any way to get a large number of extraordinary items? Quality is more important than effectiveness, the higher the quality, the better."

Liu Zheng asked Niu Ma.

"Why? Are you thinking of opening an extraordinary items shop?"

Niu Ma asked casually.

"Not that; I’m going to the black market and want to bring some goods to draw blind boxes."

He replied.

"What, did you make a lot last time you went to the blind box house?"

"Hehe, made a small profit."

Liu Zheng laughed.

"Damn it, I’ve also used the Joker Card, why wasn’t it as effective?"

Niu Ma said jealously.

"Well, someone told me that if a person’s fortune isn’t strong enough, no amount of lucky items will help."

He said tactfully.

His luck was so immense it nearly scared a panda’s master out of his wits. Forget how it came, just talk about its strength—and that’s it.

Of course, Niu Ma’s fortune was certainly stronger than the average person’s, or it wouldn’t have been able to rise from livestock to Minister of the Bloody Restaurant’s takeaway department.

"You always find a way to show off."

Niu Ma rolled its eyes.

It watched Liu Zheng rise like a rocket first-hand, and indeed couldn’t argue about the fortune aspect.

To say it was envy, there’s a bit of envy, but only a little.

Everything comes at a price. Liu Zheng’s exaggerated fortune is like a canoe pushed by a storm, moving fast and sinking just as quickly.

It, with a family to support, just hoped for some small and safe prosperity.

"So, do you have any?"

Liu Zheng pursued.

"No, extraordinary items aren’t like Old City District non-citizens who can infinitely multiply with just water and food."

Niu Ma said.

"Do you have any idle extraordinary items? I’ll buy them all."

He said persistently.

"Who would hold onto useless extraordinary items? Those not personally usable are definitely exchanged."

Niu Ma said irritably.

The French Plane Tree could be a collector because it’s public property and mostly doesn’t need to fight.

Niu Ma, working as a Bloody Restaurant delivery agent, with work intensity equal to combat intensity, hoarding useless extraordinary items would mean inviting trouble.

"Didn’t you take out a few last time?"

"None left, okay? I threw them away."

Niu Ma said impatiently.

"Tsk, miser."

Liu Zheng saw its stubborn refusal and could only give up.

Fortunately, he still hoarded a lot of takeaway replicas, which could exchange for many lottery draws.

After finishing a game, Ghost Hand crawled in.

"Come on, excellent, come on, excellent."

Liu Zheng prayed as he picked up the takeaway order.

"Dish: Life, Old Age, Illness, and Death Stew"

"Address: Kongxiang Gallery"

"Orderer: Timor Layman"

"Time limit: One hour"

"Hiss!"

He drew in a sharp breath.

The dish’s name was indeed high-end, but the address plus the orderer seemed to be from the Buddhist Sect.

Although he was temporarily at peace with the Buddhist Sect, this group of bald-headed monks wasn’t easy to deal with.

Thinking of this, Liu Zheng immediately dialed Yong Ren’s number.

"Director Yong, are you busy right now?"

He asked politely.

"Not busy, not busy. If Mr. Liu calls, even if there’s a huge matter, I’d make time."

Yong Ren responded equally politely.

"Then can I ask about someone?"

Liu Zheng said.

"Go ahead. If I know them, I’ll speak truthfully without reservation."

Yong Ren said readily.

"Do you know Timor Layman from Kongxiang Gallery?"

He asked.

"...You’re not delivering food to him, are you?"

Yong Ren asked after a pause.

"Work, no choice."

Liu Zheng admitted indirectly.

"Then your workload is really tough."

Yong Ren said sympathetically.

"Is this Timor Layman very strong?"

"Extremely strong. Let me put it this way: before leaving Metaverse, he claimed to be the first in the Battle of 60 Billion Nuns."

Yong Ren said.

"Wow, that’s quite impressive."

Liu Zheng clicked his tongue.

Although 60 billion is surely exaggerated, even among six million monks, being the most capable fighter is very strong.

"Have you ever faced him?"

He asked.

"I’m not afraid of Mr. Liu laughing at me; forget about facing him, I don’t even qualify for a theological debate with him."

Yong Ren said with a bitter smile.

Yong Ren was quite accomplished as a monk, but compared to Timor Layman, it was like a remote county school grade one versus Beijing Normal University Affiliated High School grade one; the gap was substantial.

"Have you had interactions with him?"

Liu Zheng asked again.

"No, though it’s said Timor Layman has a fiery personality and especially dislikes Buddhist Sect’s strict rules, otherwise he wouldn’t have defected from the Buddhist Sect and left Metaverse."

Yong Ren revealed some inside information.

"A fiery temper and he opens a gallery?"

Isn’t painting a patience-demanding task? A fiery personality should open a salon instead.

"I don’t know. Even back in the Metaverse, I never heard of any painting skills. But after such a big upheaval, a change in temper is possible."

Yong Ren said.

"Alright. Can you give me some tips, Director Yong?"

Liu Zheng brazenly asked.

"This... okay, it’s said Timor Layman is more interested in martial arts than divine powers. Perhaps you could find some rare secret martial arts manuals to please him."

Yong Ren thought for a while and said.

"Got it, thank you for the advice, Director Yong. Great kindness can’t be thanked, give me your address and I’ll send you some specialties."

Liu Zheng said.

The specialties of Metropolis, naturally, were cash exclusively issued by the Metropolitan Central Bank.

"Just a little help, nothing to mention. If you’re busy, Mr. Liu, I’ll hang up now."

Yong Ren politely declined and hung up.

"Secret martial arts manuals..."

Liu Zheng thought for a moment and dialed Ma Baoli’s number.

"Let me borrow some secret martial arts manuals for use."

He said straightforwardly.

"Just come to the martial arts hall; I’ll teach you. What can you learn from a manual?"

Ma Baoli said.

Talents sense each other, and she felt no such resonance with Liu Zheng.

"I’m not learning, I’m gifting."

Liu Zheng said.

"If you’re giving them away, I can’t give you a few of the secret ones."

Ma Baoli said.

Though society progressed, various martial arts halls weren’t as protective of their martial arts; many secret martial arts manuals could even be found online.

But there are always some top-tier martial arts that aren’t publicly spread, sometimes passed to males only or females only).

"If they’re not secret, the receiver probably won’t care."

Liu Zheng frowned.

In reality, even secret martial arts manuals might not appeal to Timor Layman, who claimed "First in the Battle of 60 Billion Nuns" and likely learned all Buddhist Sect martial arts.

"So powerful? Can I spar with him?"

Ma Baoli didn’t know his troubles and was eager to try.

"You should first beat Shi Yidao."

Liu Zheng couldn’t bother explaining her lack of understanding of what’s beyond her reach.

"Humph, you’re underestimating me."

Ma Baoli was unhappy.

"To raise my estimation, you should help me think of a solution. Otherwise, if I die in the line of duty, you won’t even be able to see me."

Liu Zheng said.

"Is it that serious? Alright, I’ll discuss it with my dad."

Ma Baoli sensed the seriousness and adopted a solemn attitude.

"Then hurry up; I’m heading to your martial arts hall now."

He wasn’t polite; he hung up and left the break room.

Opening the meal box, a stew made of unidentifiable ingredients appeared before him.

"Name: Life, Old Age, Illness, and Death Stew (one-time use)"

"Type: Tool"

"Quality: perfect"

"Effect one: recover massive stamina within the first quarter-hour, lose massive stamina within the next quarter-hour, and..."

"Remark: How can this be called a side dish? At least bring out some delicacies."

"Can be taken out of the instance: yes"