The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 137: Acknowledging a Wild Father Figure for Liu Zhen

"Boss, boss."

Although he was likely to get beaten up, Liu Zheng still managed to wake Niu Ma.

After all, a cetery was obviously a dangerous place, and he couldn’t completely rely on those three won.

"Are you looking for a beating, kid?"

Niu Ma woke up furious.

He furiously rubbed his nostrils, disgusted by the plant decay scent coming from the kid’s tentacles.

"Boss, boss, wait until I co back from the delivery and then you can beat up, but now could you please check the order for ?"

Liu Zheng pleaded.

"First, compensate for my emotional distress."

Niu Ma stretched out his hoof.

"Alright, alright."

He reluctantly slapped a banknote onto the hoof.

"Show the order."

Niu Ma put down his hoof contentedly and also backed off with the bull horns he had been ready to use.

"Wow, the vampire’s inheritance is actually in the cetery. Hmm, that does make sense when I think about it."

He nodded.

"Forget whether it makes sense. What exactly is a cetery?"

"A cetery is just a cetery. If citizens are willing to pay, they can buy a plot for themselves so that their bodies don’t get processed by City Hall or used by others."

"Races like vampires, zombies, ghouls, if they have money, they will also buy a place in the cetery, because the environnt there is more suitable for them."

Niu Ma explained.

"So you an to say, a cetery is kind of like a neighborhood?"

"Pretty much. Besides, dealing with these dead folks is actually easier than dealing with the living, it’s just the environnt isn’t suitable for the living."

"Of course, with the protection from your Legendary Armor, it shouldn’t be much of a problem."

Niu Ma looked enviously at the vest he was wearing.

Having made deliveries to the cetery for many years, Niu Ma knew it wasn’t dangerous, but it was always very uncomfortable.

"Then I can rest easy."

Liu Zheng heaved a sigh of relief.

"You’re resting easy too soon. While the dead are generally easier to deal with than the living, there are so among the dead who are much more troubleso than the living."

Niu Ma said with a sneer.

"What do you an?"

He slapped another banknote onto Niu Ma’s hoof.

"Generally speaking, City Hall won’t let powerful dead wander around freely. Be it ghosts, zombies, or thought forms, once discovered by City Hall, they’re either enlisted or dealt with."

"But the cetery is different. As long as you follow the cetery’s rules, even the most powerful dead can enjoy a certain degree of freedom. So, think about it, what do these powerful dead have in common?"

Niu Ma asked.

"Uh... stubbornness?"

Liu Zheng thought for a mont and responded.

"Exactly. Only those with a will strong enough and a mind stubborn enough can maintain their existence after death."

"So, the stronger the dead and the longer they exist, the more stubborn their thinking becos."

Niu Ma nodded.

"In fact, even if they’re not that stubborn to begin with, under the continuous influence of the cetery’s environnt, they beco increasingly so."

"Then how do you deal with them?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"It’s simple: just kill them again."

"Boss, don’t forget that there’s a tenth of the inheritance for you too."

He sighed.

If you’re not going to give useful advice, you could at least not suggest killing them again.

If these dead were easy to handle, would City Hall need to be so strict about them?

Liu Zheng suddenly thought of the Red Ghost; that guy should count as one of the dead by now.

He wondered what tier the Red Ghost would be considered in the cetery.

Too bad he couldn’t contact it, or he might have been able to get so useful information.

"Then just do what you usually do with deliveries. If you can trick them, do it; if you can trade, do it; if you can’t trade, threaten them; if you can’t threaten them, fight."

Niu Ma responded seriously.

"Boss, you haven’t installed surveillance on , have you?"

Liu Zheng feigned ignorance.

Otherwise, how could he be so familiar with his delivery tactics?

"You think I’m as perverted as you humans? Do I need to install surveillance? Any deliveryman who lives long enough does it this way."

Niu Ma rolled his eyes.

"I see."

Indeed, the thought processes of superior employees are all the sa.

Though Liu Zheng hadn’t yet earned the title of "superior employee," given his contributions to the restaurant, being a "superior employee" reserve wasn’t too much to ask, right?

Just by looking at Si Xue smiling at "The Eggs in the Sewer," he knew she had to be making a killing.

"Of course, that doesn’t an there aren’t shortcuts."

Niu Ma said.

"What kind of shortcuts?"

"Well, since it’s a cetery, naturally there will be people tending graves. If you go as a grave-tender, then you’ll be protected by the cetery’s rules."

Niu Ma’s expression was a bit odd.

"And how does one go about tending graves?"

Liu Zheng sensed sothing amiss but had to keep pressing.

"Of course, it ans finding a ’father’ for yourself first, hahaha!"

Niu Ma couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

"But, I’m an orphan."

"Then find yourself a wild ’dad,’ hahahaha!!!"

Niu Ma laughed even louder.

"...Are you serious, boss?"

"Anyway, I’ve told you the thod. It’s up to you whether to use it or not."

Niu Ma flopped back onto the pile of grass, this ti in a side-lying position.

"How would I go about finding a ’dad’ then?"

Liu Zheng asked, resigned.

"There are two ways: you either find a body and take it to the cetery with you, or you bring offerings and randomly choose a grave to tend."

"The forr costs a lot, but it’s relatively safe and might even have extra benefits."

"The latter doesn’t cost much, but it’s risky because you don’t know what kind of creature the owner of the grave you’re tending is."

Niu Ma rolled over and said.

"What extra benefits?"

"Gratitude from the dead, of course. The chances are low, though."

Niu Ma said.

Liu Zheng began to quietly consider the feasibility of these two thods.

He did have corpses, both the skeleton of the Legendary delivery man and Natasha’s remains could work.

If it ca to burial, he would probably choose to bury Natasha’s.

After all, the skeleton of the Legendary delivery man had too many secrets, and who knew what would happen if it were buried in a public cetery.

What if it just directly left its body and possessed him?

Moreover, the French Plane Tree might not agree to relocate the Legendary delivery man’s grave.

As for the second thod, he thought about it briefly and then passed.

Not to ntion the ethical issue of recognizing so random dad, what if he ended up having to kill his kin for justice?

"What do I need to prepare to take a corpse to the cetery for burial?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"No need, they sell everything there, and a manager from the cetery will et you for the handover. As for those precautions, the manager knows them. It’s a matter of whether you can get the information out of them or not," Niu Ma replied.

"Big bro, you seem to know so much, you must have a friend buried there, right?"

He asked tentatively.

"Yes."

"Then..."

"The last ti I went to pay respects to it, it almost tore off one of my legs. You can go if you want, I’ll provide the offerings, including the ones for your tribute," Niu Ma said with a cold laugh.

"Ah haha, then forget it. Paying respects at a grave is better done on a personal basis," Liu Zheng said with an awkward laugh.

"What a coward, get lost, don’t disturb my sleep," Niu Ma grumbled as he turned over again.

"Get lost then!" he said loudly and then left the resting area.

Liu Zheng took out the al from the lunch box, not for any other reason but to see how the remarks could further blacken the restaurant’s na.

"Na: Fried Fries"

"Type: Prop"

"Quality: Common"

"Effect: Restores Stamina."

"Remark: Don’t fucking order potatoes again!"

"Can it be taken out of the instance: No"

Seeing the words in the remark, Liu Zheng’s scalp went cold, as if pecked by a White Feather Chicken.

Well, he felt he should remind Nightingale and the others to order sothing else next ti.

Lest a kitchen fire endanger the delivery departnt.

After packing up the als, Liu Zheng looked at the map.

The cetery was more than a hundred kiloters away from the restaurant.

Although he could make it running there, he would have very little ti left.

Moreover, running around outside in the middle of the night didn’t seem like a good idea.

So, he called a chauffeur.

"I encountered the white spider, but it seems a bit socially anxious, and our communication wasn’t very smooth," Liu Zheng started, but not to request a car.

"It’s always like that. If you can get it delicacies made of insects, maybe it would be more willing to communicate with you," the driver said.

"Alright, I’ll try next ti," he nodded.

"Are you calling for a car?" the driver asked on his own initiative.

"Yes, do you have anything faster?" Liu Zheng asked.

Last ti, the Chevrolet Malibu he drove was not much different from the cars in reality, so this ti he got a little bolder.

"How about a rcedes W15? I can give you a discount," the driver offered.

"What kind of car is that?"

"An F1 racing car."

"Er, let’s skip that. Just find a standard sports car," Liu Zheng said.

He was going for a delivery, not a race.

Even though his attributes were superhuman now, he still didn’t have the confidence to master such a beast forged by modern industry.

"Alright then, I’ll just get you any Ferrari," the driver said, sounding a bit disappointed.

"Okay," Liu Zheng agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Liu Zheng entered the delivery channel.

He was too lazy to ask how much it would cost to rent the sports car, as he would have money again by the ti he returned.

Even if he didn’t inherit the Old Vampire’s fortune, he could still ask Vampire Sister to lend him so.

Exiting the delivery channel, there was a fiery red sports car parked at the entrance.

"A Ferrari has got to be red," Liu Zheng comnted.

Just like an Audi having to be black, a BMW having to be white, other colors weren’t necessarily ugly, they just lacked that certain flair.

He started the car, stepped on the gas, and the powerful thrust revitalized his spirit.

It’s true to its supercar na—although not the most comfortable ride, the driving experience was exhilarating.

Arriving on Rose Street, the French Plane Tree was looking at the moon.

"Gazing at the bright moon, feeling hosick are we?" Liu Zheng hopped out of the car and teased.

"If I were to return ho, I would definitely take you with ," the French Plane Tree responded, looking at Liu Zheng.

"You might as well stop feeling hosick then, settle your roots here," Liu Zheng replied.

He knew that ’ho’ for the French Plane Tree referred to the entrance of the Chaos Club.

"Did you strike it rich? Driving a sports car for a delivery?" the French Plane Tree remarked, eyeing the Ferrari.

"No choice, I have to go to the cetery, I wouldn’t make it on foot," Liu Zheng answered.

"The cetery? People actually order delivery for that place?" the French Plane Tree said, surprised.

"Even the dead need offerings. Right, I ca to move Natasha’s remains," Liu Zheng said as he pulled out the bottle of fruit wine from his pocket and placed it on the ground.

"No," the French Plane Tree unexpectedly denied the request.