I Like Claypot Rice with Soup

As the sound of pulleys sliding rang out, the elevator slowly rose.

It was not moving quickly—slower even than the elevators in Liu Zheng's apartment complex in the real world. Even without stopping, it was comparable to an office building elevator during rush hour.

Metropolis technology was always like this: unimaginably advanced in some respects, yet below the bare minimum in others.

But he was in no hurry, so he studied the elevator buttons with interest.

Just as One Shot Samurai had said, the floor buttons were rusted beyond recognition. Liu Zheng's finger had been covered in brown rust from that single press earlier.

"Are there surveillance cameras in the elevator?"

he suddenly asked.

"Of course. However, I can make a few minor adjustments. What would you like to do, sir?"

One Shot Samurai's voice came through the speaker.

"I've got nothing better to do, so I might as well do a good deed."

As Liu Zheng spoke, he lifted a corner of his Erotic Suit, exposing the tentacles that were healing beneath it.

He pressed a tentacle against the first button in the first row and smeared it with his blood.

Once the first button was evenly covered, he moved on to the next.

It sounded tedious, but with Liu Zheng's current hand speed, coating them all took barely over a minute.

And that was enough time for the blood to react with the rust.

"Now, witness the miracle."

Liu Zheng directly took out the Legendary Underwear and began wiping the blood-soaked floor buttons as though cleaning glass.

Items recognized by the system could still be used like ordinary objects. As long as they were not damaged beyond a certain extent, it would not affect their function.

The bloodstains and rust on the buttons were gradually wiped away by