The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 1202 747: Gifts and Reciprocal Presents (Part 2)

"Na: Fried Ghost (Single-use)"

"Type: Item"

"Quality: Excellent"

"Effect One: Restores a large amount of stamina"

"Effect Two: If the player possesses Undead Bloodline, restores a small amount of Soul Power."

"Note: There really is a ghost inside the Fried Ghost, that's the Bloody Restaurant."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"

"It's alright, you can keep exploring."

He closed the lid of the pot, placing the fryer into the Legendary Takeout Box.

Entering the takeout channel, Liu Zheng hesitated for a mont but still took out the "at Bone" bought from Oynk.

Originally ant for grave robbing, it ultimately went unused. Since last ti the takeout channel gave him a piece, this ti he reciprocates by returning one piece.

He pasted the "at Bone" onto the wall, which trembled slightly and swallowed the "at Bone."

Just as Liu Zheng thought the takeout channel had accepted his return gift, the wall swallowed his hand as well.

When he pulled out his hand, there was a dicine jar inside it, the sa as last ti.

Looking inside, this ti it wasn't empty, but contained a larger "at Bone" than last ti.

"This..."

He quickly understood the takeout channel's intent, but he was sowhat reluctant to agree.

Drugs are not a good thing in any world, and he thinks well of the takeout channel person, not wanting them to stray further down the wrong path.

"Why do you have to take this dicine? If you're just addicted, swallow my left hand. If it's because you're uncomfortable, swallow my right hand."

Liu Zheng pressed both hands against the wall and asked.

Soon, his right hand sank into the wall.

"Then drink alcohol; it also has the effect of numbing pain and nerves. Du Kang Wine Workshop's wine is certainly better than the drugs from small clinics outside."

Liu Zheng sighed, taking the wine bottle by bottle and stuffing them into the wall.

After stuffing dozens of bottles, the wall gradually hardened, preventing him from adding more.

"Let know if you need anything else."

Liu Zheng patted the wall and walked out of the takeout channel.

"Artificial body, huh? Interesting."

The driver sat in the spirit car, looking him over with keen interest.

"Colonel, did you all use artificial bodies in the past?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Yes, but not much. First, the technology was not mature enough; second, we still preferred genetic modifications and extraordinary abilities over chanical transformations."

The driver nodded first, then shook his head.

"However, I once saw a scientist who suffered an accident during an experint, losing most of his body. Taking advantage of the situation, he equipped himself with a chanical body."

"He originally possessed superb spear technique and swordsmanship. With his chanical body, he beca even more formidable, single-handedly wiping out a recon squad of gray livestock."

He continued recalling.

"Where is he now?"

Liu Zheng asked with interest.

Such a talent, he might be able to help him improve the 'Extre Fury Asura.'

"I don't know; after the empire fell, those scientists disappeared. But for talents like them, as long as they didn't die in the battle, City Hall would surely continue to employ them."

The driver said.

Even semi-skilled engineers like him were retained by the restaurant, those treasures of imperial scientists surely wouldn't be wasted.

"Alright. By the way, this book was given to by him; he said you might like it."

Liu Zheng got in the car, handing the manuscript of "My Incredible Inertia" to the driver.

"This is... the manuscript of 'My Incredible Inertia'!"

The driver opened the autobiography and looked at it for a mont, his hands trembling constantly.

His lips trembled, and his tears, semitransparent, dripped onto the pages before evaporating.

"Ah!"

The driver tried several tis to speak but finally only let out a long sigh.

Then he closed the book, placing it in the inner pocket near his heart for safekeeping.

"Tell , what do you want to exchange?"

He asked.

"I don't have anything to exchange for now; just regard it as a gift from ."

Liu Zheng replied.

"You don't know its significance to ; without giving you sothing in return, I can't be at peace."

The driver shook his head.

"Alright, then give that Waffle Cannon or whatever you had last ti."

Seeing how serious he was, Liu Zheng had no choice but to say.

"It's the Gustav Gun."

The driver glared at him.

To equate the pride of imperial artillery with a pastry, if not for the manuscript, he would have certainly punished this kid with a hundred lashes.

"Sa difference."

Liu Zheng waved his hand, accepting the cannon model from the driver.

"Na: Miniature Gustav Train Cannon (Single-use)"

"Type: Item"

"Quality: Perfect"

"Effect: Fires a powerful cannon strike, with greater force exerted by the player leading to a stronger cannon strike. If the player remains utterly stationary, the strike becos penetrating damage and includes an anti-magic effect."

"Note: With sufficient range, there's no need to transport it to the front lines! But how would you aim it, Dr. Krupp?"

"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"

"Colonel, do you think I can stay utterly stationary under the recoil with my current capability?"

He asked.

"Not without utilizing all your functions."

The driver shook his head.

With his insight, he could naturally see Liu Zheng was currently in energy-saving mode.

"Alright."

No big issue, it's just recoil, lots of ways to handle it.

For example, acquire an item to increase one's weight or learn a skill like "Thousand Jin Plunge."

Speaking of which, he wondered if it was possible to convert the "Miniature Gustav Train Cannon" into equipnt usable by "Little Rambo," which would be quite aweso.

"Hmm, will ask about that when I next visit the 'Fun Blind Box House."

As Liu Zheng contemplated this, he drove to Rose Street.

"Human, you're uglier than before."

Upon eting, the French Plane Tree mocked him.

"I'm just a re human; of course, I can't compare to the noble and elegant French Noble Mr. Delago."

He agreed wholeheartedly.

"Naturally. Hmm?"

The French Plane Tree, feeling triumphant, looked at him suspiciously.

"Cunning human, what sche do you have now?"

"What sche could I possibly have? I just heard you possess a collection that can graft extraordinary abilities, and I really want to admire it."

Liu Zheng said with a smile.

"Niu Ma, that bastard must've told you."

The French Plane Tree imdiately deduced the truth.

"I'm reserving my judgnt on being called a bastard by you."

Of course, he didn't object, either.

"Humph, calling it that is being too kind; not smashing it into pieces is already lenient."

The French Plane Tree said through gritted teeth.

"Make sure you let step aside before you strike. Alright, back to the main issue: could you transfer that item to ?"

Liu Zheng said.

"Don't even think about it; I'm counting on using that item to compensate for my shortcomings once I evolve."

The French Plane Tree said.

Life evolution isn't necessarily a holistic developnt; it could be a matter of enhancing weaknesses.

For example, evolving from causing pain to being in pain when burned to causing death to oneself when burned.

At this point, the French Plane Tree could use the item to graft an ability that either enhances fla resistance or outright immunizes fla damage, covering its weak spot.

"You're not planning to evolve into a Phoenix? What weaknesses could a Phoenix have?"

If anything, a Phoenix needs to complete the Five Virtues cultivation; the problem being there's no way around it.

"Who knows if I'll succeed? And since you're not a Phoenix, how could you know they have no weaknesses?"

The French Plane Tree retorted.

"Who says I'm not? I used to be half a Phoenix, ok? And I still have this."

He took out the Phoenix Five Virtues Cloak.

"Phoenix Cloak!"

The French Plane Tree's eyes lit up instantly.

"Give this to , and I'll give you that."

It imdiately changed its tone.

"You first take out the item for to verify."

Of course, Liu Zheng wouldn't readily agree.

"Humph, cunning human."

The French Plane Tree dug out a thin twig from the Black Soil.