"Why was I always the one who got choices like this?"
Liu Zheng was speechless.
Aside from the auction, every supernatural item he had obtained had been more absurd than the last.
Either shit-flavored poison or a dick mounted under the crotch that could fire BIU lasers.
Look at the exchange items in other Main God Spaces. They had culture, style. Your Hell Game was seriously low-class.
Wait, was he the only one getting this stuff?
No way, right?
Complaints aside, there was no way Liu Zheng would refuse free supernatural items.
Fortunately, the deliveries were already finished, so he had plenty of time to think.
The first thing Liu Zheng looked at was the manure fork.
In every sense, he had quite a connection to the word "shit."
Even the people around him had connections to shit. Fisherman and Nile Doctor, for example, were both masters at playing with shit.
One used shit to raise fish, while the other used shit to treat illnesses.
And Liu Zheng happened to have a Perfect-quality Three-Feces Power. Maybe it could create some kind of synergy with the manure fork.
Then he looked at the scythe.
Liu Zheng did not have much of a connection to scythes, but his one connection was Red Ghost, a top-tier big shot in Metropolis.
If he got a hammer from Red Ghost too, he might be able to summon Crimson Radiance directly, killing gods if gods stood in his way and Buddhas if Buddhas stood in his way.
Only then did he look at the hoe.
Liu Zheng thought it over and could not think of any connection between himself and a hoe.
Oh, he seemed to have dug up quite a few people's foundations.
But no matter how he thought about it, this hoe could not