The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 589 - 440: If Mom Doesn’t Show Her Power, You Really

"Amitabha, benefactor, your choice. But rember, even taking a dump counts as part of your ti."

The Great Monk made a gesture of invitation.

"Forget it, I won’t go anymore."

Nightingale changed her mind.

"To go or not, the choice is yours."

"Ten."

"Nine."

"Eight."

"..."

The Great Monk began counting down directly.

"Are you counting down your own life, you bald donkey?"

A sudden voice entered his cybernetic cochlear implant.

"Hmm?"

The Great Monk frowned and looked in the direction of the voice.

He saw a humanoid Tentacle Monster in a yellow vest sprinting toward him.

"It’s Liu Zheng, it must be Liu Zheng!"

The Vampire Sister, lying flat on the ground, lit up with joy as she saw this.

Although they were separated by an array formation and couldn’t hear Liu Zheng’s voice, her certainty was unwavering.

"Is that... a Bloody Restaurant delivery guy?"

The Great Monk froze for a mont, quickly pulling up related info in his database.

Though the Buddhist Sect had withdrawn its strength to the taverse, basic knowledge of tropolis was still thoroughly disseminated.

"Am I being forced to deliver takeout now?"

The Great Monk grew montarily anxious. After all, the fearso reputation of the Bloody Restaurant was highlighted in red in his database.

"Zhi Wu, Zhi Zhang, Zhi Kong, stop him."

Seeing Liu Zheng nearing the battle zone, he shouted urgently.

"Yes, Master."

The three cybernetic monks stopped their fight with the guards and made their way toward Liu Zheng.

"Are the people in your Buddhist Sect tired of living? You dare obstruct a Bloody Restaurant delivery in progress? Should I report this to my boss and have the whole delivery departnt storm the taverse, turning all of you into donkey kebabs?"

Liu Zheng bellowed.

"Zhi Wu, Zhi Zhang, Zhi Kong, hold off for now."

Hearing his words, the Great Monk’s eyelid twitched as he stopped his disciples.

Being highly cultivated, his cybernetic body was advanced enough to express micro-expressions seamlessly.

He had been expressionless before simply because he deed it unnecessary.

"Amitabha. Benefactor, are you truly a Bloody Restaurant delivery guy?"

The Great Monk raised one palm in a ceremonial gesture.

"No shit! Who’s dumb enough to impersonate us?"

Liu Zheng retorted irritably.

People feared Bloody Restaurant delivery workers, but they also wanted to exterminate them.

Since fake delivery wouldn’t pay any "tithe tax," there was no purpose in impersonation. What were they going for, insurance fraud?

"Where is this delivery going?"

The Great Monk inquired without taking offense.

"That’s confidential. Why should I tell you?"

Liu snapped curtly.

"You may not know, but we are executing a significant mission here. If you refuse to share, I’m afraid I cannot let you pass."

The Great Monk gestured, signaling Zhi Wu, Zhi Zhang, and Zhi Kong to silently approach again.

"Do you think I’m afraid of you?"

Liu Zheng sneered.

"Co on, stop from delivering, and everyone’s gonna die."

He instantly pulled out a gnawing stick, aiming it at the Great Monk’s shiny bald head.

"Na: Tendaros’ Gnawing Stick (Single-use)"

"Type: Tool"

"Quality: Excellent"

"Effect: When thrown, summons a Tendaros Hound for three minutes."

"Note: Be warned, the summoned creature isn’t always the classic Tendaros Hound."

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

"Amitabha, benefactor, why resort to such a murderous tool at the outset?"

The Great Monk’s face twitched even more.

"If not now, when? Your disciples are raring to pounce on . This stress—it makes my tentacles shake uncontrollably. Oh no!"

He yelped dramatically as if the gnawing stick was about to slip from his tentacles.

"Ah!"

His faux slip sent monks and guards scattering like startled birds, disregarding the duels they’d been imrsed in seconds earlier.

"Oops, it didn’t drop~"

Liu Zheng feigned surprise and delight.

"Amitabha, benefactor, do hold onto that precious item carefully. Please, don’t drop it again."

The Great Monk said stiffly.

"Can’t promise that. I’m notoriously clumsy; love dropping stuff left and right."

"Last ti, I dropped a bomb that blew up the whole street."

"What do you think will happen if I throw the gnawing stick into the taverse? Could it devour all of you?"

He asked with childlike curiosity.

"Are you threatening this monk?"

The Great Monk’s face darkened.

"Damn right I am. So what?"

Liu Zheng stood defiantly, and the monk indeed felt threatened.

The City Hall’s treaty with the Tendaros clan prohibited them from appearing casually to wreak havoc within tropolis.

However, whether the taverse was technically part of tropolis was a gray area.

The Great Monk didn’t want to gamble—and he couldn’t afford to.

Though Buddha or the Great Bodhisattvas could surely subdue the Tendaros Hound, its venomous, vengeful nature would guarantee future chaos.

Ultimately, all karmic repercussions could very well land squarely on him.

"Amitabha, as the saying goes, better to resolve enmity than to deepen it. We have no past grievances nor recent feuds with you, so why go to such lethal extres?"

"If I’m not mistaken, you too wouldn’t escape a Tendaros Hound once it’s summoned, correct?"

The Great Monk chanted a Buddha na, suppressing a flash of anger before he continued.

"Yeah, so? Every ti we Bloody Restaurant delivery workers head out, we assu we aren’t coming back."

"Without our do-or-die ntality, how could we deliver every single al?"

Liu Zheng proclaid with pride.

"Your resolve is admirable, but your approach is too perverse for the heavens."

The Great Monk shook his head.

"You’re a monk, so why are you parroting Taoists? Just tell —are you letting deliver or not?"

"Who is the recipient of your delivery, exactly?"

The Great Monk stubbornly pressed on.

"So annoying. It’s for that Vampire Sister in ’Aladdin Ding’ Apartnt 1219, alright?"

Liu Zheng said impatiently.

"1219?"

The Great Monk glanced at the room number, confirming it matched his target.

The Vampire Sister on the ground was likely the ntioned recipient.

"What a coincidence. We were just about to have a talk with the residents of 1219. Why don’t you hand the delivery to , and I’ll pass it along?"

The Great Monk proposed.

"Dream on. What if you gobble it up yourself?"

Liu Zheng rejected him outright.

"Amitabha, I observe dietary rules and don’t touch at or fish. Moreover, this body doesn’t require normal sustenance."

The Great Monk assured.

"Just because you don’t need it doesn’t an you can’t eat it. And there are plenty of monks who drink and feast on at. How should I know you’re any different?"

"Forget it. My sincere words have been treated as dung. Let’s settle this physically..."

"Freeze!"

Before finishing, the Great Monk quickly ford a hand seal. A burst of Buddha light shot toward Liu Zheng at lightning speed, paralyzing his entire body.

"Zhi Wu, Zhi Zhang, Zhi Kong, take this scoundrel down!"

The Great Monk commanded loudly.

If he could convert a Bloody Restaurant delivery worker into a disciple, it would count as boundless rit.

With Sea Girl, Huang Mao, and such peculiarities, his path to becoming a Bodhisattva would be unhindered.

"Yes!"

The three eagerly waiting disciples pounced toward Liu Zheng.

"Woof!"

A sharp bark resounded, and a shield-wielding Kobold leaped high, landing a crushing punch on the three monks.

The ferocious force of its punches demanded imdiate attention, forcing the monks to block instead of attacking.

"BAM!"

With three consecutive blows, Zhi Wu spat out a blue liquid resembling thick oil, clearly taking the brunt of the attack.

Zhi Zhang and Zhi Kong fared better but were still forced back several steps.

However, the Kobold looked worse for wear. Its short claws bent unnaturally in reverse, seemingly useless.

"Roman Kobold, I’ll pay you two hundred thousand—wipe out these bald donkeys!"

Liu Zheng, snapping out of his paralysis, shouted urgently.