Chapter 302 - Good Person
Chapter 382 of "Player Reload" kicks off with: Chapter 302: Chapter 278 Good PersonPlayer ID cockroach, get☆daze!Li Cheng tied up the trash bag,... Continue reading!
Chapter 302: Chapter 278 Good PersonPlayer ID cockroach, get☆daze!
Li Cheng tied up the trash bag, casually took a thick glass jar used for pickling from the storage, dropped the trash bag into it, and then filled it with a little expanding foam glue used for packaging express deliveries, finally sealing the jar’s lid.
"Eh? Aren’t you going to kill it directly?"
Gray Rain blinked in confusion, thinking that Li Cheng might want to keep the cockroach for fun.
"No need. It’s better to let it suffocate to death."
Li Cheng explained casually, the type of joker who has the ability to possess others after death is just like a toad’s face – not biting, but disgusting.
Killing it directly instead allows it the chance to escape its bind; better to seal it inside a can, waiting for it to suffocate or commit suicide, thereby preventing possession from occurring.
Come to think of it, Li Cheng could also take the cockroach-form joker back to the real world and sell it on the black market.
A player’s qualifications can be transferred through the act of killing, and a fresh set of player qualifications could fetch about ten thousand Game Coins on the black market, turning into instant revenue.
However, after thinking it over, Li Cheng decided against it,
the joker could be resurrected by possessing a new host, so it’s wiser to nail down its coffin tightly, hammering several nails to prevent resurrection.
Buzz——
The roaring sound of flying craft engines approached from afar, as several Divine Eagle Gunboats sped towards them, circling amidst the high-rise buildings.
The glaring
Other assorted items also fell like raindrops.
Kurosaki Ichigo’s face turned more unsightly; these outsiders had not particularly high energy levels, but their methods were more bizarre one after the other.
"The third, Eugene is already dead, and I have his key as well."
Li Cheng tilted his head, calmly saying: "Eugene was one of you, you should know that the final victor can gather all the keys.
Although I’m not sure about the specific function of the keys once gathered, one thing is certain—it will have an extremely profound impact on the future of Toy City.
The wise course of action for you would be to cease the struggle and turn to cooperation."
"Exactly because the keys will have a profound impact on Toy City’s future, we can’t let them fall into the hands of you outsiders who view everything through the lens of self-interest."
Mr. Fantastic squinted his eyes and said, "Based on the information we have, each one of you outsiders possesses ’Space Items’, allowing you to store things inside.
Upon the death of an outsider, items stored in the alternate space also disappear.
But the keys alone will drop upon death.
In other words, even if Eugene met an unfortunate death, as long as we can catch you and Gouchen, we can still obtain the keys and they would still be in our hands."
Damn, bro, why aren’t you playing by the rules?
Gray Rain’s expression became quite varied, and Li Cheng, whose theory had been poked full of holes, also found it somewhat difficult to keep a straight face.
This toy version of Mr. Fantastic, even copying the attack moves of another rubber man, Lu Fei, suddenly had a spike in IQ at this moment, what’s the joke?
(In comic book settings, Mr. Fantastic Reed Richards has an extraordinary intellect, having earned doctoral degrees in engineering, mathematics, physics, and other fields, and is hailed as the smartest man on Earth)
From the standpoint of City Hall, Li Cheng, who launched a terror attack, is no different from the Joker; both are robbers who treat this world as a playground and a resource pool—this indeed fits the stereotype of most players.
"Don’t look at me bombing the nuclear power plant with artillery; I’m actually a good guy."
Li Cheng said helplessly, in his defense: "Once I saw a news report that children were urgently in need of organ donations, so I immediately went to the hospital and donated three hearts, six lungs, five kidneys, seven pancreases, and ten corneas.
From judges to prosecutors to lawyers to prison guards, they all praised me as a good person."
So you’re an organ trafficker, huh? I’ll award you with an hour by the firing squad.
Words are futile, and Kurosaki Ichigo draws his sword again, "Crescent Moon Sky Strike!"