Deceitful Game

Chapter 196 Sake or Rice Wine

Chapter 196 Sake or Rice Wine

After Mingbo left the material world, the torrential rain caused by "Hell Transformation" dissipated in an instant.

At this moment, the person running outside must be completely bewildered.

The torrential rain was like a joke; in the blink of an eye, dark clouds gathered, and then vanished without a trace.

Looking out the window, Mingpo smiled inexplicably.

He didn't know why he was laughing, but he felt much more relaxed.

Mingpo walked towards the Dionysus shrine, gently stroking the dark gold exterior of the wine cabinet, and sighed: "Six whole days—"

That's practically a lifetime. Add to that all the memories of the past—you're so valuable, my darling.

He pulled out the newest bottle of wine, one he had never seen before.

That was the only cloudy wine among all of Mingpo's wines.

Perhaps it's because the bottle looks a bit like frosted glass, or perhaps it's because the light from the wine cabinet makes it appear somewhat yellowish.

It looks a bit darker.

"Hell Transformation" doesn't look like wine; it's more like a very thin white porridge.

As the amber is gently shaken, a few fluffy particles can be seen inside, slowly drifting away like willow catkins.

On the front of the bottle is an extremely ugly painting.

The style of the painting is somewhat like ukiyo-e, and also somewhat like distorted religious paintings. But it is not something beautiful; rather, it is distortion and blasphemy.

The painting depicted thick, black and red flames that shattered clouds and melted rocks, with black smoke billowing everywhere. Men, women, and children could be seen all around, seemingly sinners—suffering in hell.

Some had their skin and flesh curled up and charred, some lay stiffly on the scorched earth, some crawled on their knees, and some had disheveled hair.

In the very center of the picture is a betel nut cart ablaze—a high-class oxcart used by the nobility.

The oxcart had mostly disintegrated in the flames, revealing its contents.

It was a young girl who appeared to be unmarried, her hands and feet tightly bound to the car. She looked like a witch on a pyre.

Her long, flowing black hair was ablaze, and her red dress blended with the flames, blurring the lines between them. Her perhaps beautiful face was twisted like a vengeful ghost by the agony and despair, with a small monkey curled up like a shrimp beside her.

Golden red, jet black, ochre brown, dark purple—the intense colors layered upon each other, as if they were about to overflow from the wine bottle.

The wine was fresh from the wine cabinet and still ice-cold. Yet, Mingpo couldn't help but tilt her head back slightly.

In her hallucination, Mingpo seemed to feel waves of heat and a putrid stench rushing towards her. It was like bringing her face close to a "little sun" in winter, or bending down to get close to a grill while roasting meat.

That was the ultimate shock.

They couldn't even tell whether the painting depicted hell or the human world.

Just looking at it, Mingpo felt as if a nail had been driven into her soul.

If a person stares at a table lamp for a long time and then looks away at a white wall, a green shadow will appear. This is said to be due to a principle called "visual complementary color".

At that moment, after looking at the painting, Mingpo felt a chill run through her body as soon as she looked away. It was as if she had been caught in the rain or had caught a cold.

Mingpo gripped the bottle tightly, as if he wanted to crush it, and his face turned somewhat pale.

"—Does a title like Zhou Zhiqing's lead-level title really constitute this level of mental pollution?"

Or is it because the "uniqueness" is too strong?

"I'd like to see what you taste like."

Mingpo grinned and poured himself a glass.

He took a sip and found it wasn't strong, so he drank it all in one go.

"—This must be the Qingji Bar."

Mingpo pursed her lips, unsure: "Still rice wine?"

The wine was very mild, even a little sweet, and contained some tiny grains. It was like overcooked rice porridge, cooked until the rice had completely lost its flavor.

Although Mingpo had never drunk alcohol while he was alive, he could tell that the alcohol content of this wine was definitely no more than 5 degrees. It was probably similar to the "osmanthus rice wine" or "pomelo rice wine" that you find in supermarkets.

It's more like a beverage with a hint of alcohol than wine.

But even with wine like this, there probably won't be any rice residue in it.

"What terrible wine."

Mingpo scoffed, but poured herself one glass after another: "They do deserve such a rotten person."

He drank three cups in a row, and smacked his lips reluctantly.

Contrary to the "vibrantly colored" artwork on the bottle, the wine tastes very mild. There's not even that satisfying feeling in the throat after drinking it; it's more like drinking water.

But for Mingpo, who wasn't a big drinker, he genuinely felt that the wine tasted just right.

Mingbo got up and began to study bartending.

However, he didn't actually have high hopes. After all, even a unique title at the pseudo-gold level couldn't be used for bartending, so a higher-level unique title probably wouldn't work either.

The result was exactly as Mingbo had predicted.

"Hellish Transformation" can't be mixed with any other spirit to create a new drink; its characteristics are exactly the same as "Frankenstein." He even tried putting "Hellish Transformation" and "Frankenstein" together—but it still didn't work.

But sometimes, no answer is also an answer.

Why do these two titles, which represent completely different fields and classes, share the same unique characteristics?

Where does the specialness of these "unique titles" come from? Or rather, why are they "unique"?

Mingpo stroked his chin, lost in thought.

He had considered one possibility before, back when he still thought the Dionysian shrine was the legacy of the god of balance.

He believed at the time that "bartending" itself was a characteristic of the Balance Realm. After all, the Balance Realm was a middle way that was "neither violent nor intelligent," "neither kind nor evil." Under the influence of this "neutralizing agent," it was not impossible for titles from other realms to be combined.

It's like the concept of "compromise".

If this idea is correct, then the reason why a unique title cannot be combined with other titles is probably because it is too special to be compromised. Because if it were compromised, this "specialness" would be lost, and it would no longer be special.

Now, Mingpo knows that the Dionysus Shrine is actually a relic of the Slaughter—

Then the situation would be completely different.

What comes to mind when you think of alcohol?

Mingpo was deep in thought.

Strangely enough, the first thought that popped into his head was "dissolve".

Alcohol is a polar organic solvent. Some things that cannot be washed off with water can be washed off with alcohol.

However, Mingpo wasn't a science student; he hadn't studied chemistry seriously. He never expected to make that connection.

But if we're talking about dissolving—and then we do think of "killing."

It's like destroying evidence.

Those who frequently commit murder know that killing is easy, but concealing the body is difficult.

And "dissolving" is one such solution.

"Kill—"

Thinking of this, Mingpo paused slightly.

Speaking of which, wouldn't such a "unique title" be overwritten by other titles? Probably so.

That's where the problem comes in.

Where did these covered titles go?

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