The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!-Chapter 1323 - 810: Asura, Show Me Your True Strength!

Chapter 1323: Chapter 810: Asura, Show Me Your True Strength!

"Lyudmila, you’ve been sneaking snacks from the guests again."

The old butler’s stern voice echoed at the top of the stairs.

The little maid, who was happily chewing on dried fish just moments ago, suddenly froze as if possessed by it.

"Please don’t blame her, Mr. Mig. These are my own snacks; I offered them to her."

Liu Zheng quickly stepped in to defend her.

"You’re a kind gentleman, but the Romanov family has its own rules. Lyudmila, go stand in the kitchen for an hour as punishment, and no food until breakfast tomorrow."

The old butler announced the little maid’s punishment.

"But... but..."

The little maid pitifully pointed at her puffed-up cheeks.

"The punishment begins after you finish what’s in your mouth."

The old butler sighed.

"Hehe~ Thank you, Mr. Mig."

The little maid was happy again.

"Alright, go back to the kitchen now."

The old butler couldn’t help but smile.

"Mm-hmm!"

The little maid saluted Liu Zheng and then bounced back to the kitchen.

"Sorry for the trouble, Mr. Liu. Lyudmila is spoiled by the master and me."

The old butler said to Liu Zheng.

"It’s quite nice. Having such a lively and cute maid around would brighten anyone’s day."

Liu Zheng replied.

"Thank you for your understanding. Please follow me; the master has agreed to see you."

The old butler said.

"Alright, just a moment."

He glanced at the remaining snacks and then swept them into his mouth in ten seconds.

"It seems you really were hungry."

The old butler remarked.

"Why can’t it be that I just love your snacks?"

Liu Zheng asked deliberately.

"That’s impossible unless your taste buds are peculiar." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

The old butler shook his head.

"Oh, so you also know your snacks aren’t tasty."

He remarked, speechless.

"We’ve always known, but there’s nothing we can do. It’s one of the Romanov family’s rules."

The old butler sighed.

"Every family has its own problems."

Liu Zheng sighed along.

"You’re the first guest during my tenure to finish all the snacks. In light of this, as long as you don’t do anything disrespectful later, I’ll allow you to leave this mansion alive."

The old butler said.

"Thank you very much."

He said sincerely.

"You’re welcome."

During their conversation, the old butler had already led him to a door.

"Please enter; the master is waiting for you in the study."

The old butler said.

Liu Zheng looked at the grand silver door in front of him, covered by a thick, hard layer of ice.

Inside the ice were many strange creatures sealed, resembling real-life salamanders, but they were covered with a layer of black, cracked hard shell, with faint flames visible at the crack edges.

"These are Salamanders, Fire Elves. They are placed on the door to prevent the cold from spreading."

The old butler explained.

"I see. So I have to open the door myself?"

He asked.

"Yes. If you can’t even open the door, then you’re not qualified to meet the master."

The old butler nodded.

"Alright."

Liu Zheng didn’t boast; instead, he directly activated the Four-armed Asura mode, grasping the massive door handle with four arms simultaneously.

A strong stinging sensation arose from where he touched the door handle, but he didn’t feel much cold.

"So that’s what it feels like."

Liu Zheng mused.

He had heard that extreme cold felt hot, and now he realized it could also feel painful.

But soon the pain lessened as his artificial body’s defense mechanism kicked in, and the anger in the Vein Patterns gathered towards his four arms.

"Wait."

Liu Zheng was about to exert force when the old butler stopped him.

"What, worried I’ll break your door?"

He joked.

"I’m not worried about that. It’s just, this door opens inward."

The old butler said with an odd expression.

His keen eyes had spotted that Liu Zheng was about to pull outward.

"Ahem, I was actually planning to push it in."

Liu Zheng insisted.

"Mm-hmm, sorry for butting in, please go ahead."

The old butler gestured for him to proceed.

"Hey!"

He exhaled and applied force with all four arms.

Initially, the door didn’t budge because the ice had also frozen the door seams.

But as the ice in the seams gradually melted, the door started to give way.

"What kind of flame is that?"

The old butler asked curiously.

The ice on the door wasn’t just cold; it required high-quality flames to melt.

"This is the Asura Rage Fire."

Liu Zheng replied.

"Asura? I think I’ve heard of it, isn’t it the magic used by those bald monks?"

The old butler recalled.

"Sort of. But my Asura is specifically for killing monks."

He said as he intensified his grip, melting and vaporizing the ice shell, eventually opening the door bit by bit.

"That will suffice, Mr. Liu."

When the door was opened to a third, the old butler stopped him.

"The door is open enough; if it’s fully opened, the cold inside will rush out."

The old butler explained.

"And we’d be turned into ice sculptures, right?"

Liu Zheng joked.

"No, but the furniture and objects in the mansion would be damaged, and the walls would freeze over, making recovery very troublesome."

The old butler said.

"Well, that does sound more troublesome than being turned into ice sculptures."

He shrugged.

"Glad you understand, please go ahead."