The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 463 - 378 The Richness of the Metropolis Vocabulary Bank

Chapter 463: Chapter 378 The Richness of the Metropolis Vocabulary Bank

"How do I know you won’t go back on your word and fatten yourself?"

Blood Warrior said.

"Ha, only a bumpkin like you would doubt that I’m scamming you over such peanuts."

Liu Zheng sneered disdainfully.

"Do you know who those I make deals with are? Even daughters from prestigious families are minor players to me, and pulling strings at City Hall is just daily routine. Cheating you out of an elevator would be too embarrassing to mention."

"Then why bother working at a rural bathhouse like ours? Seems like a massive underuse of your abilities, right?"

Blood Warrior questioned.

"Who are you kidding? I don’t believe for a second you haven’t realized that I came prepared, with specific aims and strategies."

He curled his lip.

"Uh..."

His straightforward attitude actually made it hard for Blood Warrior to mock him.

"I am, after all, a veteran employee of the bathhouse. Aren’t you worried I’ll expose you?"

After a pause, Blood Warrior said.

"No diamond, no work dealing in porcelain. If I really wanted to leave, not even Granny Tang herself could stop me."

"Besides, I hardly think you consider Hundred Ghosts Bathhouse more important than your own wife and children."

Liu Zheng said confidently.

"That’s true. Unfortunately, you missed one thing."

Blood Warrior first nodded, then shook his head.

"Which is?"

"Since that lord made me the Elevator Spirit, how could he not set some rules for me?"

The Blood Warrior raised his long sword, which was inscribed with countless curses.

Of course, Liu Zheng couldn’t understand a single word, and the system didn’t translate for him.

"These curses not only maintain my existence but also shackle my words and actions. If you hadn’t pointed it out, I could have pretended ignorance. But now, they are compelling me to eliminate the enemies of Hundred Ghosts."

As Blood Warrior spoke, the curses moved about the blade like wriggling tadpoles.

"Who said I was an enemy of Hundred Ghosts?"

He asked, puzzled.

"Ah? Didn’t you just say you came with a full set of weaponry, aims, and strategies?"

Blood Warrior reiterated the complicated idiom he had used earlier.

"Sure, but I never said my plans were against Hundred Ghosts."

Liu Zheng crossed his arms.

"Then whose against are they?"

"For starters, you’re not exactly fond of her, right?"

"Naturally, I’m not. How could such a greedy and stingy person be worthy of running a bathhouse?"

Blood Warrior stated resolutely.

"She wouldn’t even spend money to install air conditioning in the elevator."

"Huh? You guys need air conditioning?"

He looked puzzled.

"Of course, the elevator is our physical body, and the elevator’s sensations naturally feedback to us."

"My floor button has been rusty for a long time. I’ve reported to the General Affairs Department multiple times, but she has refused to replace it with the excuse that it still works well enough."

"It really infuriates me!"

Blood Warrior wore a look of indignation.

"Uh, let’s observe a three-second silence for you. By the way, do you chat with the other two elevators?"

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

"That’s natural. However, I don’t get along well with the second elevator, so we don’t talk much. In the past century, we’ve only talked a few dozen times."

Blood Warrior nodded.

"With the second elevator..."

His mouth twitched slightly, at a loss for words.

It could only be said that Metropolis always managed to enrich his vocabulary.

Speaking of which, chatting a few dozen times in a hundred years is like chatting less than once a year.

Considering their ’workstations’ proximity, they might as well be the most familiar strangers.

"So what should be done about those two?"

Liu Zheng asked.

Since he’s here, he might as well gather as much information as possible.

He might not always be able to ride Blood Warrior’s elevator, it’d be better to be prepared in case he had to use the other two.

"The old one is easy to handle. As long as you can tell him some interesting stories to make him laugh, that should do the trick."

Blood Warrior pondered and said.

"That’s a bit tough, I’m usually quite serious, and everyone says I lack a sense of humor."

Liu Zheng scratched his head.

"I see they are too humorous..."

Blood Warrior wanted to critique, but held back for the sake of politeness.

"If you don’t have any interesting stories, playing chess with him can also please him. Just make sure not to win."

After a moment of silence, he spoke.

"What kind of chess? How good is his play?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Shogi, Xiangqi, or Go, any is fine. He’s quite good at Shogi; can consider him an advanced player. Next is Xiangqi, mediocre, just entered the room level. Go is the least, only a beginner."

"However, he particularly enjoys Go and always grabs my hand to discuss a few moves every time we chat."

Blood Warrior said.

"Great, the worse they are, the more they love to play."

He raised his eyebrows.

It would really be nice to bring Niu Ma over to Bathhouse Street; it and this old elevator would likely have a lot in common.

"As for that woman, she’s a bit more troublesome."

Blood Warrior furrowed his brow, apparently recalling some unpleasant memories.

"That woman loves hearing about sad stories, the sadder they are, the more profusely she cries."

"However, her crying can grind down people’s luck; the louder she cries, the stronger the effect."

"It can even bring such bad luck that a person could die on the same day."

He said.

"Wouldn’t talking about less sad things solve it?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"It wouldn’t work. If the stories told aren’t sad enough, she would manipulate events to turn the encounter with her into the listener’s most tragic event."

Blood Warrior gave a wry smile as he spoke.

"Goodness, if there’s no sadness, she’ll create it, huh? Pure evil indeed."

He clicked his tongue in wonder.