The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 223 - 222: It Still Has to Be You Humans

"The youth used his finger as a sword and sliced off a large chunk of flesh from his left arm, blood flowing freely."

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

"He loudly said, ’Today I return bones to my father and flesh to my mother, and from now on, I sever all ties with you.’

’As for this vendetta of annihilating my family, it’s better you seek soone more capable. Farewell!’"

"Having said that, the youth sprinted away."

...

The arena fell into an eerie silence.

Despite being barely human-shaped, the novelist’s face was full of great confusion.

What the hell did I write?

This thought crossed the minds of all the novelists present.

But weirdly enough, it made take another look.

Finally, after the first novelist applauded, scattered applause began to sound throughout the arena.

The applause was initially hesitant but soon rged into a raucous sea.

Amongst the clapping, there was no shortage of both unrestrained and restrained laughter.

"It still has to be humans."

Even Liu Zheng overheard such phrases.

Hmm... I feel like I’ve perhaps added to the weird residents’ misunderstandings about the humans of tropolis again.

Oh well, since my reputation has been hard before, now we’re even.

Once the applause ceased, Black Cat also put away Liu Zheng’s work.

"I trust that everyone, after seeing the two entries, already has their judgents."

"Of course, the final judging rights for this competition belong solely to ."

It winked playfully, eliciting a round of laughter.

"As I’m sure you all understand, the very foundation of the Novelists Association is at stake. Without the constant influx of new blood, our value at City Hall will continue to diminish."

"Therefore, in an effort to encourage newcors, I have decided that the winner of this competition is Mr. Delivery Man from the Bloody Restaurant."

"Everyone, applaud!"

Black Cat initiated the applause, and the other novelists clapped along.

Only Fei Shibu glared at Liu Zheng, her look fierce enough to kill.

Even though she didn’t care about the prize, and would have hypocritically congratulated the winner if it had been soone else,

losing to that wretched woman’s lover was sothing she couldn’t swallow!

But now, Fei Shibu couldn’t burst out.

No matter how the mbers of the Novelists Association ford cliques and suppressed newcors behind the scenes, they had to abide by the association’s rules in public.

If she offended Black Cat "The Fool," and it later influenced the president after becoming the vice-president, she could indeed face a demotion.

That was a consequence she couldn’t bear.

So, even though Fei Shibu had ntally killed the novelist and Liu Zheng thousands of tis, she could only stand still on the spot now.

"Next, I will present the prize for this competition. Mr. Delivery Man, please co to the center of the square,"

Black Cat said.

"Okay."

Liu Zheng nodded and then took the novelist’s hand.

"Let’s go,"

he said.

"The Fool called you, senior."

The novelist whispered.

"But I am your partner, and I won’t go where you are not,"

Liu Zheng imperiously said.

"Alright, okay."

She lowered her head, letting Liu Zheng lead her down.

As he stepped off the stair, the novelist looked back at Fei Shibu, and then smiled, making a throat-slitting gesture.

The originally pale face of Fei Shibu turned blood red in an instant.

Descending the stairs step by step, countless gazes turned their way.

So were encouraging, so cautious, and others were malevolent.

If it had been before, Liu Zheng might still have felt uncomfortable, but now he was quite at ease.

After all, the stares of the bugs on the 11th floor were much more blatant than those of the novelists.

Seeing his calm deanor, the novelists who had initially looked down on him gradually changed their attitudes.

So female or gender-ambiguous novelists even cast amorous glances at Liu Zheng.

"Hmph!"

The novelist snorted coldly, his invisible knife-arm sweeping across, severing all those gazes.

Faced with her protective action, the authors below the rank of green feather hurriedly shifted their gazes, fearing her attention.

anwhile, those above the rank of golden feather didn’t care and even made provoking gestures.

In the face of this situation, the novelist had no good solutions.

Within the novelist association, the color of the feathers represented the level of achievent, as well as status and power.

Although her background was profound, she couldn’t confront so many golden feather novelists at the sa ti.

Ultimately, it was because she hadn’t achieved notable success in the field of long novels.

Even though the novelist was now a red feather author, others still wouldn’t dare blatantly steal from her plate.

"When I get back, I must thoroughly study that ’Dragon Clan’ and write an outstanding fan-fiction!"

She resolved firmly in her heart.

With the insights of a gold-badge editor and the original works ticulously selected by Liu Zheng, she felt quite confident this ti.

The two arrived in front of Black Cat, who looked at Liu Zheng with an appreciative gaze.

"I originally thought Mr. Deliveryman was just sowhat unconventional, but I didn’t expect such a high level of accomplishnt in literary creation. I’m currently co-launching a new publication, and I welco your submissions when the ti cos."

"If you can beco an author above the rank of green feather, I can help you get the president to intervene and transfer your employnt from Bloody Restaurant to the novelist association."

"Of course, the condition is that you transfer the ownership of the ’faith’ character to ."

Black Cat stated.

What it ant was, "The ’faith’ character is still with Liu Zheng, and he will transfer it whenever he thinks he is ready."

"Is the novelist association that well-connected?"

Liu Zheng exclaid in surprise.

If it’s that incredible, then why isn’t it marked with a dot on the map?

"The novelist association naturally can’t compare to Bloody Restaurant. But the most important thing for Bloody Restaurant is the restaurant itself, not individual employees. Our novelist association is different; every novelist can realize his personal value,"

Black Cat explained.

Of course, ordinary mbers couldn’t sufficiently influence the novelist association to intervene; it had to be at least soone above the rank of green feather.

"Then I’ll thank you for your kind offer in advance."

Liu Zheng said without much interest.

Black Cat picked up on his perfunctory response but didn’t say much more.

This Mr. Deliveryman obviously hadn’t been on the job long; he’d understand after working a bit longer.

In terms of status and power, the novelist association certainly couldn’t compare with Bloody Restaurant.

But in terms of treatnt and freedom, Bloody Restaurant was no match for the novelist association.

It gestured with its paw, and a waiter imdiately scurried over with a tray.

Black Cat unveiled the red cloth on the tray, revealing a red pill and a blue pill beneath it.

"These are the prizes for the competition."

"For a novelist, these are very precious drugs. Many prominent novelists wrote their breakthrough works after taking them."

"However, it’s best not to take them unless you’re confident, especially avoid taking both pills together."

"I wish you luck in joining our big family at the novelist association."

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