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?!

"Who says it isn't true? Every time we idle chat, she likes to bring up my sore points. And since she's a woman, I can't really argue too much even if I'm dissatisfied, which is really headache-inducing."


"Therefore, the only solution is to reduce the frequency of idle chats, to avoid feeling depressed."


The Blood Warrior said with an unchanged expression.


"So what you're saying is that you don't get along with her, right?"


"Exactly. Although that old man is also eccentric, he's still pleasant to talk to when we're not playing chess. But that woman always has to intervene, and it's troublesome for both of us to quarrel with her."


"You remind me of a question I once saw."


"Have you ever encountered any idiots among your colleagues at work?"


Chapter 378: The Richness of the Metropolis Vocabulary Bank_2