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The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!

Welcome to Hell’s Game. [Entering instance: Bloody Restaurant] [The position you applied for: Delivery Person] [Your customers include: a fat otaku emitting a corpse stench, a maid who bursts at the slightest disagreement...] [Your colleagues include: A boss who's too pretty to be human, A cow or a horse in the literal sense, a man-eating tree that swears in French...] Facing these incredible characters, Liu Zheng, who wanted to be a decent person, had no choice but to give up on humanity.

Runaway Bottle · 都市
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278 Chs

Chapter 237: A Place Even Less Peaceful than the Metropolis

"Name: Portable Mini Cold Storage"

"Type: Item"

"Quality: Fine"

"Effect: Can store and refrigerate up to about 20 cubic meters of items (limited to ingredients)."

"Note: How many times have I said it, don't put living things in there!"

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

Liu Zheng took the hat and put it on his head.

"If you dare lose the hat, I'll slow-roast you in the oven,"

the White Feather Chicken threatened fiercely.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of it."

He promised, patting his chest.

How could items that could be stored in the system space possibly be lost?

As for what to do with these items that couldn't be taken out of the instance after settlement—that was not his problem.

"Come with me."

The White Feather Chicken led him to a knife rack and handed him a sawtoothed butcher knife from above.

Liu Zheng cautiously caught it with all four tentacles and still nearly stumbled.

This sawtoothed butcher knife must weigh at least a hundred pounds.