Infinite spooky game

[“Then the goat shall bear all their sins on its head and shall be sent out into the wilderness by the hand of a man who is sent there… and the goat shall be set free in the wilderness; it shall bear all their sins, and shall be carried away to a deserted land.” - Leviticus]

……

The temporary ticket change of one person was harmless. Father Rach looked at the short-haired girl who was identified, then looked at William, and asked with a smile: "Son of God, are you sure that guest No. 8 is a pagan?"

William said stiffly, "I think she is. I'm sorry, but in order for more people to survive, she must die... The more people survive, the greater the possibility of clearing the final copy, and then we can revive everyone who died in the game."

The following words are more to reassure himself than to explain the reason.

He always thought that he was a good person, willing to help others with just a little effort and to pay some price for the well-being of others; but it was not until this moment that he truly realized that he was essentially an ordinary selfish person who would hurt others in order to save his own life.

“Hahahaha, you sound so righteous, but why should I be the one to die and not you?” The short-haired girl was unable to move. She could only stare at William and sneer. “You want to kill me just because of my skills, but I can promise that I won’t use it. One more judgment will not do me any good! In the final analysis, you are all cowards who are afraid of death!”

William remained silent. He knew clearly that he was choosing a scapegoat: the short-haired girl would die in his place; the players who participated in the vote would bear the responsibility for killing innocent people based on the diffusion of responsibility effect.

The other players were too lazy to say anything. Those who were destined to die were destined to lose the right to speak to the world and had no right to waste their time.

The short-haired girl was about to curse again, but Father Rach suddenly raised his hand and made the sign of the cross on his chest.

The next second, it was as if an invisible force was pressing down from the top of her head. The girl spat out a mouthful of blood and fell into the chair like a ball with the air deflated, her eyes losing focus.

Father Rach stepped forward, took her arm and led her out of the temple.

The players stood up in silence and followed one after another. They all wanted to know what would happen to the players who were judged as heretics.

Believers in black robes had already gathered outside the temple, and the moment the players stepped out of the temple gate, they also changed into black robes in a second.

Qis was leaning on the main throne in the temple as usual, supporting his face with his right hand. His left eye reflected the scene inside the temple, while his right eye looked down from the sky, taking in the entire sacred city.

Father Rachi dragged the short-haired girl, who had lost the ability to resist, to the center of the square, where a huge black cross had been erected at an angle. There was no telling how much blood had congealed on the black surface. From a distance, it did not look sacred, but rather eerie.

The eyes of the surrounding believers were filled with the same fanaticism. They crowded close to the cross, but tactfully left a small space. At this moment, they were shouting and cheering excitedly.

"Death to the heretics!"

"Crucify her! Appease the wrath of the Lord!"

Just like what happened a day ago, history keeps repeating itself.

Asakura Yuko couldn't help but tighten her right hand holding the knife, as if she saw countless shadows of her predecessors overlapping here, accompanied by absurdity, blood and black humor; the person being tortured was no longer a distinct individual, but a symbol, a condiment for the farce.

On the cross, sharp nails were driven into the short-haired girl's limbs, her fair flesh was pierced by the rusty black, and fresh blood flowed out.

The screams rang out loud and shrill amid the cheers, first getting louder and louder, and then gradually weakened after a certain moment.

William kept his head down from beginning to end, not daring to look directly at the scene in front of him, but the sound and smell were unavoidable. He had never realized so clearly that he had killed a person.

He began to regret that identifying the wrong person might not allow him to live, so he might as well give up the identification. At least he could die with a clear conscience...

The execution lasted for a full minute. The short-haired girl finally lowered her head weakly. White light diffused from her chest and condensed into a silver-white card in the air, with the image of wings engraved on it.

[ID Card: Believer]

The identity of the person being punished was finally determined. The pool of blood reflected William's confused face and the panicked expressions of the believers.

After a one-second pause, the crowd suddenly started to make noise and the square was plunged into complete chaos.

"Wrong! Wrong!" An old woman suddenly fell to her knees, scratching her cheek, her nails plowing bloody grooves in the wrinkles.

Believers knelt down one after another, some kowtowed to the cross, and some cut off their flesh with knives.

"We have wrongly judged our fellow man!"

"Lord! Please forgive us!"

Amid the wailing, the smile on Father Laci's face faded, and his loving eyes turned cold. He raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and turned his head unnaturally to look at William who was hiding himself in the shadows.

As if an order had been issued, all the NPCs' heads instantly turned 180 degrees, and hundreds of pairs of bloodshot eyes locked onto the man who served as the "Son of God."

The players tactfully retreated to both sides, clearing a path and exposing William to the NPCs' gaze.

Father Laci solemnly declared: "The Son of God made a wrong judgment, causing our Lord to lose a believer. In the eyes of the Lord, all believers are equal, and he must pay the price for his actions."

The hidden crisis finally showed its fangs.

William's face turned pale, and he staggered back a step, but finally stopped.

He closed his eyes, stopped struggling and running, his expression revealing a kind of relief and peace.

Because of a moment of cowardice, I did something I shouldn't have done, and didn't get any good results. Maybe this tragic death was the punishment from the gods?

He thought silently, standing still like a sculpture. The cross pendant put on his neck by Father Rach suddenly rose quickly to above his head, became huge in a few seconds, and smashed down from a great height, hitting right in the center of his crown.

The head and limbs shattered together. There was a dull roar mixed with the crisp sound of broken bones. In a second, the man's flesh and blood flew everywhere and he turned into a pool of meat sauce.

The newly generated blood flow and the pool of blood under the cross merged at a lower level, and the red lake reflected the faces of the passers-by.

Silvery-white dots of light appeared in the void, revealing a new line of words:
[ID Card: Believer (Son of God)]

The believer camp lost two members in just a few minutes. The players stood there in silence, feeling the malice of this dungeon. They watched the black cross being stained with blood, and then it shrank quickly after two seconds, turning back into a finger-long pendant, quietly floating in the air.

Only a streak of bright red color extends from the bottom, circling and winding like a small snake, heralding the passing of a life.

Father Rach's face smiled again. He walked over and held the blood-stained cross pendant in his hand.

In the dead silence, he slowly glanced at the other players standing silently by the side, and asked with a smile: "Who else wants to become the Son of God?"

In the shadows, Thompson slowly raised his hand.

……

After the execution, the players dispersed according to the teams they formed on the first day. This time, the representatives of the Bureau of Weirdness chose the square in front of the temple as the meeting place.

As soon as he found an open space to stand still, Fujiwara Shinno looked at Thompson suspiciously: "Sir, can you explain your actions just now? First, you temporarily changed your vote to vote for the god-level NPC, and then you took the initiative to take the seat of the Son of God. I have reason to suspect that you have discovered some clues."

Thompson remained calm and spread his hands, saying, "I was just doing an experiment. When I voted for Qis, Father Lach didn't stop me or say anything, which means that the god-level NPC can be selected. As long as we vote for him tomorrow and use the mechanism to kill him, this copy may be closed immediately.

"As for seizing the seat of Son of God, I just want to add an extra layer of insurance to my life. If I vote for the god-level NPC in public, he will definitely target me. I don't want to die before dawn."

The representatives nodded in agreement with his explanation. They didn't think the god-level NPC could be eliminated through voting, just like they didn't think it was easy to kill Fu Jue using the recording skill, but they didn't think it would be a waste if they didn't try.

The tall woman said, "Next, I want to confirm one thing, whether the identity card of the [Fallen Savior] is among the six of us. Let's do this, according to the old rules, each of us find a piece of paper, and those who have an identity card draw a triangle, and those who don't have an identity card draw a circle."

The representatives each took a piece of paper from the pages of the history book, picked up a pen and wrote and drew something, then crumpled the paper in their hands into a ball and threw it on the ground, mixing them up.

The tall woman bent down to pick up the dirty paper balls and unfolded them one by one.

Circles, circles, and more circles... All that were drawn on the paper were circles, not a single triangle!

Silence spread between heaven and earth, and everyone inevitably felt a chill running up their spine, just like when they were walking by a river and suddenly got splashed with water, and then they looked down and saw someone jumping into the river and dying.

Giles suddenly asked, "Do you think Fu Jue is really dead?"

Fujiwara Shinno snorted coldly: "How could he still be alive? Blaylen is dead, which means the skill was successfully activated. This is a mechanism at the level of causality. No matter how powerful Fu Jue is, he can't violate the underlying rules..."

"Yes." The Jewish man chimed in, "We all saw it with our own eyes. Fu Jue was eaten by the statue. It's impossible that he put the glasses there himself. Weapon items are banned. I don't believe he has the guts to challenge the death point."

Fran also said, "That's right! I checked the room. There is no place to hide anyone, and there is no secret passage."

"If Fu Jue is really dead, then there are only two possibilities." Jarls paused, his tone became serious, "First, the [Fallen Savior] card was recovered by the copy, and we were dealt with by the upper echelons after we got out; second, someone secretly hid the identity card, and was very vigilant, and was unwilling to disclose it even if it was anonymous."

He looked around at everyone, his eyes like a hawk: "What do you think is the possibility?"

……

In the temple, Qi Si folded his hands and held his chin, looking into the void in front of him with a playful smile: "Fu Jue, or Puppet Master, is this your attitude towards cooperation? You are still as rude as ever."

No one responded. As the saying goes, "You can't wake up a person who pretends to be asleep." The same applies to "a person who pretends to be dead."

Qi Si knew that Fu Jue was the puppeteer the moment he saw the revelation stele. The identity card is unique, and the same identity card can only have one holder at the same time.

In "The Frog Hospital", the puppeteer showed him the [Fallen Savior] card, but on the Revelation Monument, the name corresponding to this card is "Fu Jue", so all his identities have become clear.

The so-called savior of all mankind's hope actually belongs to an anti-human organization. The Jiuzhou Guild that kills all the massacre players actually hides the president of the massacre guild. It is full of black humor and drama.

Now thinking about it, the puppeteer's initial action of showing his ID card was too deliberate, as if he was intentionally revealing some information. I wonder if he had anticipated today's situation and prepared for cooperation in advance.

Some things don't need to be said so clearly. Combining the known information, Qi Si almost understood Fu Jue's intentions.

During the voting period, Fu Jue controlled the puppet to point at him, which was a threat and he wanted to break the bystander effect by dragging him into the water.

According to the principles of the Gunner Game, he will be the target of public criticism next. He will either give up his power and leave the copy, or do as Fu Jue wishes and deal with other players.

At the same time, Fu Jue used the puppet's induction to eliminate the short-haired girl who possessed the skill of [Convene a New Judgment], thus buying him time.

The next ruling wouldn't come until tomorrow morning at the earliest, and he would have the entire day to figure out how to deal with the other players.

This not only makes it easier to eliminate dissidents, but also prevents him from immediately activating skills such as [Let the Dead Bury Their Dead] and taking the culprit away with him.

Of course, Qi Si has a way to break the deadlock. He just needs to make public the news that Fu Jue is the puppeteer. I believe that many infighting enthusiasts will be willing to cooperate with the evil god and join forces to deal with this chief player.

But this is of no benefit to Qisi. The Weird Investigation Bureau has a large number of people and will definitely destroy the bridge after killing Fu Jue. Although he will not be killed in this copy, he will most likely lose the power of time and space.

It would be better to cooperate with Fu Jue, clear out other players, and then slowly collect the authority of time and space.

"You told me not long ago that you would kill whoever becomes a god. Now that I have become a god, you have started to cooperate with me. Interesting." Qi Si raised a finger and tapped his chin with a bright smile. "I once thought of an interesting question, and suddenly remembered that I have never asked you:

"There is a madman who wants to compete with you in killing. Whoever kills more people within a limited time will win. If you win, nothing will happen; if you lose, he will destroy the world. I want to know, what will you choose?"

The god wrapped in a black robe stared ahead with a smile, waiting leisurely. The outline of a black suit gradually appeared in his scarlet eyes.

In the erratic void, a cold voice said word by word: "I will kill that madman."

"It's an expected answer." Qi Si snapped his fingers, and his smile widened. "Then, maybe I can make a new deal with you." (End of this chapter)