Infinite spooky game

Chapter 293: Colosseum (IX) "People are sometimes like gods"

"You think we are gods? I want to ask, why do you think so?" Chu Xun adjusted his glasses and asked the rat man.

All the snakes and rats in the room said in unison: "The gods we have seen and dreamed of are your appearance. In the dream, the gods told us that the newly elected gods will satisfy our desires."

Fan Zhanwei said in a flat tone, "Question one, what is your definition of God? Please describe it from both an abstract and concrete level. Question two, what is the process and model for selecting God? Please tell me where the information comes from."

"God is God, a great being that can satisfy all our desires. Only He can save us." The rat people's voices overlapped, forming an exciting echo. "God told us in our dreams that the winner of the beast fighting game will become a new God in the feast of death."

Dong Xiwen squinted and complained in a low voice: "You all said it was a dream, so it seems I have no choice but to believe it..."

The girl named Qin Mu was holding a cat-faced mask and waved at the rat man: "You can come closer, we won't eat you... By the way, you all dreamed of gods, why don't you just go find the god you dreamed of to save you?"

The rats all raised their paws to cover their faces and said painfully: "The old god has no desires and no longer needs our desires. He has abandoned us and only told us to 'use desires to build a statue of the new god, and all wishes will come true.'"

The red poisonous snakes all over the room twisted wildly, like water plants on the bottom of a lake being washed back and forth by the current, waving irregularly, as if they were remembering their sad past and were looking for an outlet to vent.

Liu Yuhan asked: "What is your desire? How can we save you?"

"Blood! We need God's blood! As long as we drink God's blood, the curse will be lifted..."

The rats opened their mouths, revealing sharp teeth covered with blood and flesh. From certain angles, one could even see patches of lesions in their throats, red and white, like a brick wall with peeling paint.

The pungent smell of lime filled the room. The snakes squirmed and formed dense waves, flying towards Qi Si and Nian Fu. Each snake opened its mouth wide, and its sharp fangs reflected cold light, as if they wanted to give everything to suck blood from the players.

"Let us drink a sip, just one sip will suffice... We are in so much pain, please save us..."

"Go and die. It's better to die. No one will suffer anymore..."

The chaotic shouts exuded undisguised malice, and the overwhelming swarm of snakes seemed to want to swallow the players.

Nian Fu kept waving the whip, creating sparks one after another, and only then was he able to barely keep the snakes out.

When she turned around, she saw Qi Si standing there half-dead, with the bloody spirit pendulum hovering listlessly around him, looking like he was slacking off.

Nian Fu gritted his teeth and said, "Qisi, although I am a force player, I may not be able to take care of you at this time..."

"I don't have any other weapons." Qi Si said honestly, "And I think the Sphinx is right. I have no desires. Life and death are no different to me."

Nian Fu paused in her whipping motion, almost causing the snakes to break through the defense line and rush over: "I spent 1,400 points to team up with you, and offended almost everyone. How dare you have this attitude now?"

Qi Si lowered his eyes and looked at a certain spot near the ground. He stroked his chin calmly and said, "If you invest, you must be prepared to lose everything. I'm about to die. What does it have to do with me whether you make a profit or a loss?"

He said this in a matter-of-fact tone, as if he felt so from the bottom of his heart and had already formed a self-consistent logic.

Nian Fu was stunned.

She suddenly realized that she didn't actually understand Qis, but just used common sense to guess that he was like most people, resisting death and wanting to live.

In this way, she could take advantage of Qi Si's survival instinct, provide timely assistance, and take risks to extend an olive branch to gain the unremitting help of this intellectual player.

But what if Qis is not a normal person, but a madman who will kill himself with a knife when he gets sick?

She only deduced Qi Si's strength from Chang Xu's unremitting efforts to deal with Qi Si, but no one has ever stipulated that a strong person cannot be a mentally ill person...

Nian Fu only felt that the hope in her heart cooled down, and what was left was more worry and regret.

——If Qi Si really died, what would she do when she was alone and helpless? Would she really have to drag "that person" down to help her?

"It is as expected." Qi Si suddenly sneered, took out the [Poseidon's Scepter] from the prop column and held it in his right hand.

[Name: Poseidon's Scepter]

[Type: props]

[Effect: Gives you the ability to play god. (The more sins absorbed, the stronger the effect)】

After being baptized by the "Frog Hospital" copy, the [Poseidon's Scepter] has evolved from the original "looking more like a god" style to an effect that allows players to actively play the role of gods, and in fact has a lot of god's authority - although most of it can only be used in the game space.

The white scepter that had absorbed enough sin was covered with black lines, and the golden vine shadow surrounded Qis, making the young man in red look sacred and noble.

The rats had always believed that the players were gods, and Qis, as a player, took out the scepter of God. The milky white light enveloped him like a sculpture's shell. He had no wings, but in the eyes of the rats he was a true god.

After all, if he wasn't God, who could be?
The rats were awed and wanted to retreat, but soon that fear was replaced by a stronger and unreasonable desire.

They wanted to pierce God's flesh, suck the blood inside, and fill the gap of desire.

They...wanted to eat God.

"You want our blood, don't you?" Qis pressed down his wrist slightly, tilted his scepter forward, and looked down indifferently at the huddled and approaching snakes with his half-closed eyes, as if he was a god who suddenly descended into the world to satisfy mankind's desires.

The rats said "yes" in unison. After realizing that Qis might really be willing to satisfy them, their aggressive attitude was restrained again and again, and they returned to their original humble state of begging for gifts.

The red-robed high priest and the judge were confronting each other in another time and space. There was only an empty altar left on the scarlet high priest's board. At this moment, among the crowded crowd under the altar, there suddenly appeared the face of a rat man, and his eyes were full of desire as he looked towards the altar.

The monster's faith gave birth to scarlet leaves deep in the mind palace. Qisi curved his eyebrows, smiled and said, "Okay."

Nian Fu's heart was filled with alarm.

Although the snakes stopped attacking, she did not relax. Instead, she thought of a worse situation.

Could it be that Qi Si really doesn't want to live anymore and plans to die here?
As she was hesitating, she felt a pain in her arm.

Qi Si took out a blade from somewhere and without warning, cut a shallow bloody mark on her right arm.

"Fuck!" Nian Fu cursed reflexively. His first reaction was that Qi Si, the antisocial element, wanted to take someone with him before he died.

She put the iron whip around Qis's neck and pulled him back.

Qi Si didn't even struggle, but just stared at the wound on her arm intently, as if it was some kind of strange handicraft.

Blood slowly seeped out from the scratch, and a drop of blood slid down the smooth arm to the ground and seeped into the stone, like a finishing touch to add color to the painting.

All the ratmen focused their eyes on the blood bead, greedily coveting it. Their long-suppressed desires had been aroused since they saw the player, and as the situation developed and the scepter appeared, they gradually built up their desires and reached their peak at this moment.

They thought, just one sip...

Nian Fu was shocked to find that the rats' movements slowed down, and a strange white color began to spread from every corner of their bodies to all directions, soon covering all parts including the rat heads and snake bodies.

It was not the ulcers and sores of rotting flesh, but something coarser, akin to the ash of marble.

In just a few seconds, the rats were completely covered in gray-white lime, which solidified into a hard shell on their surface.

They were completely motionless, like stone sculptures under the hands of an artist, still in twisted postures and strange appearances, occupying most of the corners of the room.

"What's going on? Is it related to my blood?" Nian Fu could realize that there was a connection between the two, but that was all.

She had no idea of ​​the principles and logic behind it, so she could only ask Qi Si, who was obviously the instigator.

Qi Si's neck had been strangled by Nian Fu with an iron whip for a while, and a circle of blue indentations like a necklace had been engraved on the place where the force was applied.

He was not breathing and said weakly, "Can you let me go first?"

Nian Fu put away the whip somewhat embarrassedly.

Qis was disappointed to find that after the rats were petrified, the scarlet leaves in the Temple of Thought that corresponded to their beliefs quickly withered, and the vines that had been lush and leafy for a while returned to their state of having only a single leaf hanging high.

But I'm not too disappointed. After all, it's reasonable that faith disappears when a person dies.

The young man in the red suit wiped away the burn marks left by the contact between the skin and the rats as if nothing had happened, sat down on the straw bed, and answered patiently: "I saw white lime in the mouths of those ratmen, as if some of their flesh and blood had been replaced with stone.

"I noticed that the same changes happened to your ankles, but nothing happened to me. I think the biggest difference between me and you is that I have no desires."

Nian Fu subconsciously lowered her head to look at her ankles, and sure enough, there were large pieces of lime there, as if they had been rubbed off the faded wall.

She reached out and pressed it, and it felt hard, as if it were real marble, replacing her ankle.

What was even more terrifying was that the grayish-white color was slowly spreading to the surrounding area, as if it was eating away at her flesh inch by inch.

Nian Fu kept her expression unchanged so as not to appear timid in front of her teammates.

Without even looking at her, Qi Si continued, "Regarding the matter of people turning into stone, it reminds me of the story of Medusa. Anyone who looks directly into Medusa's eyes will turn into stone, and Medusa is the embodiment of desire.

"So I guess one of the mechanisms of this copy is that beings with desires will continue to be petrified."

Nian Fu tried not to look at her ankles and thought, "Are you saying all that to quench my desire?"

"It's just an experiment." Qi Si said indifferently, "Human desires are endless. Even if one desire is shattered, the next one will soon appear.

"The only purpose of my saying those words is to temporarily subside your desire and make it easier for me to verify something.

"At that time, I saw that the area of ​​your ankle covered with lime was rapidly shrinking, and I determined that the degree of petrification was directly related to the size of your desire.

"So, I used some means to stimulate those rat people and magnify their desires."

Qi Si stood up and glanced at the hideous stone sculptures of snakes and rats, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

He put the Poseidon's Scepter back into the prop bar and gently touched the surface of the stone sculpture with his index finger.

The stone sculpture collapsed at the touch of a button, scattering into white gravel, which was soon absorbed by the ground and became part of the marble floor. No trace of its existence could be seen with the naked eye.

"So you cut my arm and let it bleed in front of them?" Nian Fu took out a bandage, wrapped it around the wound, and sneered, "How can you be sure that your speculation is correct?

"What if you guess wrong and they rush over and suck all my blood?"

"I have a blood coagulation disorder. If I get hurt, the bleeding won't stop. I'm sorry to have to inconvenience you." Qi Si said vaguely, "If you are so unlucky, I will remember your sacrifice and burn a stick of incense for you every New Year and festival."

Nian Fu: “Ha, ha, ha.”

Chase looked up at the ceiling. "Enough of the idle chatter. The most urgent thing is to figure out what those ratmen mean when they say that God looks like us."

Lin Chen sent relevant information at the right time, and Qi Si continued the conversation and answered himself: "In the Bible, God created humans in the image of God, intending for them to assist God in managing the world.

"Unfortunately, newly born humans only had the instinct to survive, which was no different from other animals. It was not until they stole the fruits of good and evil and developed desires that they truly separated themselves from animals."

Qi paused and slowed down his speech: "The difference between humans and animals is that humans have desires, so what is the difference between gods and humans?

"If gods have no desires, then what is the difference between gods and animals? Why can the winner of the animal fighting game become a god?"

Nian Fu held his chin in his hand and pondered for a moment, then teased mischievously, "I now feel more and more that my investment in you was the right one. You have no desires, which is a natural advantage in this instance.

"You don't have to worry about turning into stone, and you might even become a god later. I think you will win this beast fighting game."

Chisi was silent.

He didn't think he would win, but instead had a strong premonition that he would die.

Too many people want to kill him, not just Chang Xu and other players.

A person without desires cannot stay in the world for long. He does not feel that death is terrible, and naturally will not struggle hard to survive.

A person without desires is not suitable to stand in the center of the stage. At this time, he is more like a bargaining chip for other players.

Only God has no desires, and now he is just an inhuman monster pretending to be a God, not a real God.

There seemed to be something missing in the middle, not on a material level, but on an abstract spiritual level, which was difficult for him to understand without any desires...

"Maybe." Qi Si smiled coldly, "I really want to win. After all, the environment and food here are too bad. I don't want to stay here forever.

"If I were unlucky enough to die and be eaten by those ugly ratmen, I would be so disgusted that I would want to poke my eyes out."

Nian Fu also smiled: "Then in order not to die here, let's do our best to win in the end."

(End of this chapter)