To be honest, he could have settled things right now.
First, there was the mission. Liu Zheng had already survived far longer than three days, not to mention how many events he had completed and how many people's fates he had changed.
Second, there were the rewards. Not only had he obtained a large number of high-quality items he could take out of the instance, but he had also learned one active skill and one passive skill.
Lastly, there were the achievements. Liu Zheng was not only recognized as a monstrous rookie within Bloodstained Restaurant, but was also a rising star gaining fame throughout Metropolis.
More than half of the major figures at the very top of Metropolis had given him their approval. Of the remaining minority, some had tried several times to kill him and failed every time.
Logically speaking, Liu Zheng could settle now, and he should settle now.
The matters he was entangled in were growing bigger and bigger, and the enemies he faced were becoming more numerous.
Maybe one day, he would encounter an enemy against whom even settling the instance—his final trump card—would fail.
"Can I really leave now?"
Liu Zheng asked himself.
The answer was obvious.
"Like hell I can!"
He still had so many promises to keep, so many people to help, and so many people who deserved to die.
And besides, why should he?
Why did he have to suffer so much, endure so much pain, and drag those who bore him goodwill into suffering alongside him?
Did good people deserve to die?
Even if the heavens came crashing down today, Liu Zheng was going to blast Metropolis to hell before he left.
"All belongs to the workers—how can parasites be allowed to remain?"
He began singing loudly.
"Most hateful are those