The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!-Chapter 1334 - 815: Temporary Madness: Motorcycle Syndrome_2

Chapter 1334: Chapter 815: Temporary Madness: Motorcycle Syndrome_2

"Ready."

Liu Zheng replied.

"Okay."

"Bang!"

As soon as the Heart Stealer spoke, he immediately suffered a heavy blow to his head.

It wasn’t painful, but the impact was extremely strong, making his whole mind buzz.

Moreover, in a daze, Liu Zheng felt as if he had sunk some, and the surrounding sounds became clearer.

"Bang!"

Another heavy blow.

He sunk again, and this time he finally heard it clearly.

An woman was muttering to herself, expressing her love for her colleague and resentment why the colleague would rather resign than be with her.

A man was praying to God, asking God to let his wife suddenly die the next day, so he could receive a large insurance payout.

A kid was asking him if he could kill his teacher for five bucks so he wouldn’t have to hand in homework tomorrow.

There were also old people, lawyers, mages, Taoists, knights...

Countless voices surrounded Liu Zheng, coming and going, all trying to make him listen while his soul swayed amidst the tugging.

"Mr. Liu, can you withstand this level?"

The Heart Stealer’s voice pierced through the overlapping fog, reaching into his mind.

"I can."

Liu Zheng steadied himself and said.

"Alright, then I’ll start the final sprint."

"Bang!"

Another heavy blow came upon his head, this time heavier than the previous two combined.

Liu Zheng sunk once more, and this time he directly reached the bottom of the pool.

All the surrounding voices became clear, and he even vaguely saw many people coming toward him through the fog.

"Answer them."

The Heart Stealer said.

"How do I answer?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"It’s not important what you answer, the important thing is your voice should be loud and your attitude firm."

The Heart Stealer replied.

"Okay."

He looked straight ahead as a plump woman walked over toward him.

"Why doesn’t he love me?"

The woman cried big tears, leaving ruts in her thick makeup.

"How would I know, maybe he’s gay?"

Liu Zheng said impatiently.

Most annoying are these love-struck fools, if this one doesn’t love you, just change to another, why didn’t you fix on one pit when you were taking a dump.

"You’re right, clearly it’s not my problem."

The woman left happily, and a man wearing a suit without a tie came out.

"Please, let my wife die. If she doesn’t, my whole family’s finished."

The man knelt and pleaded.

"If you’re broke, go sell yourself. As a respectable office gentleman (og), you’d surely eat well at the Black Market."

Liu Zheng kicked him back into the fog.

"Five bucks to take care of my teacher."

A backpack-carrying kid appeared, sharp-eyed and defiant.

"I’ll give you ten bucks, you damn well go back and do your homework! If you don’t get first place, go eat shit in the sewer!"

He pulled out ten bucks and tossed it at the kid’s face, then slapped him away.

...

One by one, people emerged from the fog, appearing more frequently and speaking more bizarrely.

Fortunately, Liu Zheng was a seasoned veteran, having seen all sorts of weirdos and creatures, maintaining the ’you say yours, I curse mine’ attitude, cursing back strongly, hitting if curse doesn’t work, kicking if hitting doesn’t work, pushing them one by one back into the fog.

Finally, no one emerged from the fog anymore.

"Mr. Liu, please take a deep breath, only inhale, don’t exhale."

The Heart Stealer’s voice sounded again.

"Alright."

He opened his mouth and took a big inhalation, the surrounding fog quickly surged into his body.

Until he couldn’t breathe anymore, a tentacle descended from the sky, wrapping him up, pulling him out of the pool.

"Mr. Liu, how do you feel?"

The Heart Stealer released the tentacle and asked.

"Gan Lin, my brain feels like it was ravaged by a thousand fly people, truly a damn headache."

Liu Zheng shook his head and said.

Though the headache was intense, the feeling of weakness had indeed vanished.

"Temporary madness ’Motorcycle Syndrome’ acquired, lasts for 48 hours."

The system’s voice abruptly rang.

"It seems your aftereffect is ’Motorcycle Syndrome’."

The Heart Stealer also said at this moment.

"What kind of syndrome is ’Motorcycle Syndrome’?"

Liu Zheng said in frustration.

"As the name suggests, ’Motorcycle Syndrome’ means sometimes your speech will become very bothersome..."

"Enough, you don’t need to explain, I know what motorcycle means."

He interrupted the Heart Stealer’s explanation.

This aftereffect wasn’t severe, but to say it wouldn’t affect work and Life would be bullshit, at least now he feels like beating himself up. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Okay."

The Heart Stealer smiled and said.

"Is there a way to remove this aftereffect?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"There’s certainly a way. But all soul-level problems are best solved spontaneously; continuous external intervention might cause permanent damage to your soul. As a professional and certified soul therapist, I advise against it."

The Heart Stealer said earnestly.

"Alright."

He chose to heed the professional’s advice.

"By the way, those people in the pool..."

"All materials used for your treatment are sourced through legitimate channels."

The Heart Stealer smiled and said.

"I’ll pretend I didn’t ask."

He pouted.

In the Metropolis, the more principled you are, the more you need feigned ignorance, otherwise, you won’t accomplish anything.

After settling the bill, the Heart Stealer gave him an embossed stone business card, identical to the previous one.

"Keep this card with you, my tribesmen can sense it. If there’s any conflict, they might give me some face."

The Heart Stealer said.

"What if I run into your nemesis?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Your thinking is... quite erratic. Don’t worry, I have no enemies within the tribe anymore."

The Heart Stealer replied.

"Fine. I’m off then."

"Take care."

He walked out of the office building and glanced up, only fifteen minutes had passed.

But there’s no time left to do anything else, Liu Zheng headed straight to his spirit car to rush to the delivery address.

Arriving at a four-story building, he looked up at the various signs on the facade, discovering his target.

A white sign with many conical black lines extending from the edges, all pointing toward the center, where five bold black letters were.

Golden Hour Gym.

"Third floor?"

Liu Zheng identified the floor then entered the building.

No main entrance, no turnstiles, no security, all the way until reaching the gym entrance without encountering any block.

This unobstructed feeling almost moved him.

"This is how things should be, the City Hall should abolish all gates and security, delivery efficiency is a true reflection of a city’s civilization level!"

Liu Zheng shouted in his heart.

After venting, he walked into the gym.

Entering a hall, directly opposite the entrance was the front desk, next to it was a vending machine, with tables and sofas in both corners.

To the left and right of the front desk were turnstiles, and beyond them were numerous gym equipment in sight.

"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"

The receptionist, wearing a short tee and shorts, tall but not overly muscular, still had visible muscle lines on her arms.

"Hi, is Cang Xiangsha here?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"May I ask what business you have with Cang Xiangsha?"

The receptionist asked.

"Oh, I heard he has unique insights in fitness, so I wanted to exchange ideas with him."

He fibbed without a blink.

"Alright, please wait a moment."

The receptionist nodded slightly, then shouted loudly.

"Coach Jie Xiong, someone’s here causing trouble."

"???"

Just as Liu Zheng wondered, a gust of wind blew from the turnstile, scattering the paperwork on the receptionist’s table.

Amidst the flying papers, a man in a blue and white sports jacket and blue pants leapt over the turnstile and landed in front of him.

"Bang!"

The whole building trembled.