The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 698 - 495: The Restaurant Gives Benefits

Chapter 698: Chapter 495: The Restaurant Gives Benefits

"You’ve been gone way too long, haven’t you?"

Niu Ma complained.

"No choice, the boss wouldn’t let me leave."

Liu Zheng said, spreading his tentacles as he returned to the lounge.

"Did they give you more work again?"

Niu Ma immediately reacted.

"Born to be overworked, even dogs on the street ask me to find them bones."

He joked about himself.

"While you were gone, I delivered takeout twice."

Niu Ma complained.

"You must be tired, want me to give you a massage?"

"Forget it, you look pretty busy yourself, probably wouldn’t do it right. I’ll just lie down."

Niu Ma grumbled a few words, turned over, and continued lying down.

Liu Zheng chuckled and was about to go over for the massage when the phone rang.

"Senior, are you okay?"

He pressed the answer button, hearing the novelist’s voice from the other end.

"I’m fine, already back at the restaurant."

Liu Zheng replied.

"That’s good. I called you several times on the way, couldn’t get through; made me really worried."

The novelist breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yeah, it’s not exactly fine. Took on several more tasks on the way. Ah, forget it, talking about it gives me a headache."

He sighed.

"You’ve worked hard. Want me to order some food delivery and join you for a stroll to relax?"

The novelist proposed.

"Nah, no need to be that pampered. Besides, you just ordered not long ago; even with good health, this kind of hassle can’t withstand."

Liu Zheng declined without hesitation.

"Senior, you’re so gentle. Then I’ll have Fei Shibu order."

The novelist spoke gently.

"Hey! It’s one thing for me to go to jail with you, but you’re taking my life too? Aren’t you being a bit too much?"

Fei Shibu’s dissatisfied voice came from the side.

"The black swan limited edition mini theater troupe you fancied last time, I’ll place the order soon."

The novelist continued.

"Of course, for one’s happiness, not only besties, but even parents’ lives can’t be spared. Go ahead, order quickly."

Fei Shibu switched tones.

"What’s a mini theater troupe?"

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

"It’s a miniature troupe that can perform a writer’s script as a stage play, useful for adaptation-focused authors and those who enjoy writing action scenes."

The novelist explained.

"And the actors in the troupe?"

"They are specially bred Mini People, each possessing multiple personalities and strong emotional perception abilities, which allows them to accurately portray characters. However, their lifespan is usually short, and the more frequently they are used, the shorter it becomes. Replacing them is costly, so only famous authors and rich people buy them."

"But the black swan limited edition comes with a thirty-year free replacement service, making it more cost-effective than the regular version if used frequently."

The novelist introduced thoughtfully.

"Do they know they’re just actors?"

"Actors can’t talk about such matters, but I think they probably know."

The novelist stated frankly.

"Alright. I’ll wait until I need it to tell you."

He paused for a moment and said.

"Okay. Rest well. If anything comes up, you can contact me anytime."

"Same to you. Just came out of Xiao Hei’s room, take time to settle down; maybe it’ll inspire a good beginning."

Liu Zheng advised.

"Definitely. I’ll let you be the first to review it when the time comes."

The novelist replied happily.

"Boss."

After hanging up, he suddenly called out.

"What? I’m warning you, if you want to show off your rich and beautiful girlfriend, I’ll really kick you."

Niu Ma warned.

"Why is life so hard?"

Liu Zheng shook his head and said.

"Life is suffering. Of course, dying might not be cheerful either."

Niu Ma didn’t expect this question, and after a long pause, replied.

"Look at those dead in the cemetery, not enough obsession will erase oneself, but the stronger the obsession, the more pain it brings."

"So, exactly who’s happy in Metropolis?"

He questioned again.

"Tycoons? High officials? Wealthy and powerful Immortal Species? Who knows?"

Niu Ma turned over.

"As for me, having meat, drinking wine, enough money to pay the loan and visit the custom shop, life’s okay."

"Other things are for you destined to die early or live forever to think about."

Niu Ma scratched its belly with a hoof while saying.

"Live forever? I’m not planning to become a Divine."

"As if you could be one just by wanting it, hilarious boasting won’t stop."

Niu Ma scorned.

"You’re not lucky enough to become a god; aim to live forever in others’ memories, that’s also immortality."

"Better to have others live forever in my memory; can’t achieve immortality, being an Immortal Species isn’t bad. Thousand-year turtle, ten-thousand-year tortoise, might as well ask Salmon’s owner for a turtle shell and become a turtle spirit."

Liu Zheng joked.

"Then how would your lineage be counted? Black Mountain Goat Cub Turtle hybrid?"

"Hahaha!!!"

Perhaps finding this title too funny, Niu Ma burst into laughter.

"Boss, could you laugh a bit quieter? It’s disturbing my eyes."

He picked at his ears, expressionless, and said.

"Hahahaha!!!!"

Niu Ma laughed even louder.

"That old schemer."

Liu Zheng secretly gave it the middle finger.

"Swoosh!"

As Ghost Hand crawled in from outside, it glanced at Niu Ma inexplicably, pointed at it, then made a glug-glug motion towards Liu Zheng.

The meaning was obvious, did this guy drink too much?

"Haha!"

This time, it was Liu Zheng’s turn to laugh.