Runaway Bottle

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.

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

The tip of the Blood Warrior's sword slightly lifted, slanting towards the sky.


He followed the direction of the sword's tip and noticed an inconspicuous part of the blood cloud above him twisted into the shape of an ear.


"So, is it okay if I just stand still and let you chop at me?"


Although Liu Zheng did not despise violence, he was not a battle-crazed lunatic either.


Fighting had been non-stop since he entered the Metropolis, and he was indeed a bit tired.


If he had to be chopped, then he might as well lie flat and take it.


Having been an elevator for so many years, he had never seen such a lethargic piece of work.


If he didn't still hope the other party would help save his wife and daughter, he would have considered chopping him as dirtying his own blade.


Chapter 377 Your Elevator Is Pretty Useless, Employees Huh