Infinite spooky game

Two hours ago, Qi Si made a deal with Fu Jue.

Qis was responsible for mobilizing NPCs in the cemetery area to help Fu Jue deal with Julie, and by the way, left behind the hint that Giles had been controlled by the puppeteer, and that dealing with Fu Jue was a conspiracy of the Xila Guild.

Fu Jue had already coerced Sigmund, the fence-sitter, through some uncivilized and impolite means. After succeeding with Zis, he directly killed Giles remotely, freeing up the puppet thread to parasitize Fujiwara Shinno.

At this point, all investigators who opposed him in the copy were brought under his control.

As for the forces behind these people - Sakura Mansion and Maple Leaf County, since they have already jumped out, it will not be difficult to bring them down in reality.

The chips placed on Qis' side of the transaction have been completed, and the weights placed on the other side of the scale by Fu Jue include helping to accumulate the authority of time and space, cooperating to deal with the final copy, etc.

The so-called "there will be no more gods in the world" is not just a simple threat, but rather defines the scope of the next cooperation. Before the end, one person and one god can cooperate to hunt other gods.

Yes, in addition to the well-known gods competing for the final copy, there is also an ancestor god "Or" who is dead but not stiff. He is the nightmare of the gods participating in the bloody feast and the source of fear at the beginning of Qiheli's birth.

As the end of the first generation of gods and the origin of the second generation of gods, "Or" has gone through billions of years and can still survive even if it is eaten, and showed signs of resurrection in the "Frog Hospital" copy. Qis can't help but suspect that He is favored by the rules, or perhaps it is a means deliberately left by the rules to recycle the gods.

If the world is destroyed one day, he and Li are destined to be swallowed by the rules. Rather than watching the long-dead ancestor god return to the throne on the remains of the gods, Qis would rather conspire with Fu Jue to kill the ancestor god again.

Even if all the gods were annihilated and billions of lives perished, it would be easier to accept than having one winner survive in the end, but the winner was not him.

Qi Si tapped the table twice with his index finger, and his smile faded slightly: "I think now I can tell you some secrets about the identity card.

"You should know that the ID card is an extension of the fragment of the god's authority. I wonder if you have ever heard of the hostility between the holders of the ID card corresponding to the same god?"

Fu Jue condensed a black and white card between his fingers, and said calmly: "The throne of the same path is unique, and competitors exclude each other. This is not a new secret to me."

"So - arrogant puppeteer, are you sure you know everything about the gods' gambling?" Qis' voice was mixed with an irrepressible smile, and he suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Blood-colored spots of light seeped into the void, dispersing a vague blood mist that was either thick or thin. At a certain moment, they gathered from all directions to the top of the long table in the center of the temple, surging into a sea of ​​blood-colored light.

Blood-like lines meandered from the bottom of the sea, and after surfacing, they formed the outlines of cards one by one, [Bird-beak Doctor], [Dead Shepherd], [Eternal Witch Priest], [Doomsday Prophet], [Utopian Orator], [Fallen Savior], [Lord of Death]...

Thin blood-red lines extended from the tops of the seven identity cards, converging into the last card. The diluted color emitted a dazzling golden light.

The card is flowing, with vitality gushing out from the lines. A woman with arms stretched out like towering trees kneels quietly and kindly by the river, her breast milk watering into turbulent rivers and seas, and her spilled blood turning into schools of fish, frogs and flying birds.

A giant spider appeared behind her, with two extra pairs of limbs embracing a huge golden fruit. Countless little people jumped out of the fruit, holding hands and singing and dancing around her.

"【Lord of Life】, also known as 'Ancestral God', the god's name is 'Or'." Fu Jue murmured the name of the card and the corresponding god.

In an instant, silver-white eyes opened high in the sky, and their lowered gaze penetrated the dome of the temple and fell on the two of them, sweeping past them without emotion.

Qi Si was unaware and continued to talk: "I might as well tell you how to become a god through the identity card. You only need to collect all the identity cards in this path, and you can be promoted to [Lord of Death] and master the corresponding authority behind it.

"Then either you kill 'or' and become the new Lord of Life, or 'or' uses your body to revive and return to the throne of God. The latter possibility is probably not what you want to see, so - our interests are currently aligned.

"But now there is a more serious problem: a fool who was sealed in reality by you and me left a part of his authority in the dungeon, and an NPC who believed in that fool did something even more stupid. He created a body for that animated authority, giving it instincts and consciousness.

"And everyone knows that all authority ultimately comes from the Ancestral God. Theoretically, His parasitic body will not be restricted by the path."

Fu Jue nodded slightly, his glasses reflecting silvery white spots of light: "When I left the temple last night, I had a preliminary understanding of the existence of the authority of time and space and the new god's body. If Asakura Yuko is alive, the first choice for the authority of time and space to parasitize will be the [Forbidden Scholar] card of the same path."

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[The bloody feast of sharing the ancestor god has come to an end, but the haze left by the ancestor god still hangs over the hearts of every god. After the short-lived carnival, there is an eternal horror.

A god with infinite lifespan cannot truly die. Physical death is only the beginning of the road to godslaying. The gods will spend longer preventing his resurrection than killing him.

Cut off your faith in Him. The gods who hold the power of time and space travel through the long river of history, erasing all traces and remains of the old gods, and tampering with the so-called "truth" at the root of the timeline.

Those who seek ancient knowledge look directly at the taboos of the ancestral gods, madly devouring their remaining sanity, and their bodies transform into terrifying monsters.

He sat under the World Tree for tens of millions of years, reciting the epic of the ancestor god to everyone who passed by - but no one ever understood his words.

[Identity Card Taboo Scholar]

In the northern district of the Holy City, lines of silvery-white text appeared before our eyes.

Asakura Yuko saw the identity card in the upper right corner of her vision suddenly fly out of the system interface, spreading into a golden shadow hanging in the sky, gradually completely covering her figure.

She didn't know what mechanism had been triggered to cause such a change in her ID card. She looked around and found that the surrounding scene had completely changed without her noticing.

The bloody believers, the well-dressed priests, Wade, the low houses on both sides of the street, the stinking water flowing on the ground...all people and things disappeared, leaving only the turbid orange-yellow sky and yellow sand all over the ground.

She changed her black robe into a brown linen smock. The biting sand blew on her face, hurting her like a knife. She realized that she was on a journey, and she didn't know where her destination was.

Since entering the weird game, Asakura Yuko has done in-depth research on the secrets related to the gods. She knows that each identity card is the externalization of a fragment of the god's authority, and behind it corresponds a related history.

Judging from the current situation, she was most likely placed in a certain period of history by her identity card and was about to hear and witness some things that happened in the past.

Is it because the identity card itself is compatible with the Holy City? Or is it because the effect continues to grow and accumulates to a certain extent, resulting in a qualitative change?

Asakura Yuko calmly guessed, and walked forward step by step on the yellow sand, with countless murmurs in her ears that could not be heard clearly. Those unfamiliar languages ​​poured into her ear canals as if they were real, hitting her eardrums and causing the illusion that her brain was shattered.

She saw the yellow sand being blown up by the strong wind, condensing into a series of strange and bizarre pictures:

The woman's body lay on the ground with its back facing up. The boys and girls shared her flesh and blood, growing stronger and stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The old human figure dissipated after growing to a certain size, and the little man at the feet took its place and grew little by little.

The tribe covered in animal skins built a primitive altar and offered sacrifices and slaves. The giant woman who was supposed to be dead reappeared, bestowed them with fire and farm tools, and told them of the existence of God.

They quickly cultivated the land, captured prey, and multiplied into groups. They put on gorgeous clothes, and God taught them writing and etiquette.

The country was established, wars began, corpses piled up at people's feet, blocking the rivers, plague spread across the land, and corpses of people who died of the disease turned into monsters and crawled out of the ground.

The population was declining day by day, and more and more living people were transformed into zombies. They knelt down to pray and once again built an altar on the scorched earth, and then God gave them a city.

This is like the past of the sacred city, a history where gods existed. The shadow of gods was present at every important moment, and people have since believed in gods fanatically. When disasters occur, they are at a loss and pray for mercy from gods as always.

It makes sense, but it is also extremely dangerous. The world is nothing more than a sandbox game played by the gods, but ants insist on taking the whim of higher-dimensional creatures as a necessity, which is simply ridiculous and pathetic.

Asakura Yuko shook her head slightly, but couldn't help thinking about the reality, and her expression was slightly stunned.

Is it a coincidence that human history has been able to develop to this day without interference from gods and ghosts? Will the future predicted by the Libra Church, where strange invasions and ghosts run rampant, become the norm in the world?
There is not much difference between the NPCs in the copy and the people in reality. After knowing the existence of doomsday, they all put their hopes on the illusory gods. She is also placing her chips on Bai Ya.

Before meeting Bai Ya, she was the only daughter of a middle-class family in Yingzhifu. She lived a wealthy but law-abiding life. As time went by, she lost her original character bit by bit. Even when she joined some underground left-wing organizations in college, she was just following the fashionable trend among the student group, which was no different from role-playing.

She thinks she is kind, but she doesn't know the reason behind it. Maybe it is just because this world advocates kindness and regards this trait as the mainstream value, so she abides by it seriously and devoutly.

She knew a lot of truths that were intentionally concealed by the Federation. She was indignant and compassionate, but she never felt that she could do anything practical other than writing articles.

It was not until the year she graduated that her parents died unexpectedly, leaving her alone. In order to escape the past, she went to the African front as a war correspondent, and truly saw another possibility of the world.

It turns out that in addition to submitting to the unfair and unreasonable laws of the federation, she can also organize rebels to rise up; it turns out that in addition to doing the simplest clerical work, she can also run to the front line like White Crow, fight, and organize change.

The latter fascinated her more than the former. It was the amazement that arose in her heart the moment she laid eyes on it, just like sailing on the endless blue sea and suddenly seeing a blood-red flower floating in the center of the sea.

After several contacts with Bai Ya, she found that the Federation's past demonized propaganda was false, so she began to write reports that she believed to be true. These reports were repeatedly banned, and she repeatedly looked for channels for dissemination.

During that time, she was indulging in a kind of self-fantasy, thinking that there were always some things that needed to be recorded, and she was the person responsible for recording those things, and she might be famous in history in the future.

She claims that she doesn't believe in God, but people always need to believe in something.

She believed that the Libra Church could change the world, that she was doing the right thing, and that she was a kind person...

The sea of ​​sand around him collapsed in an instant, and the streets of the sacred city came into view again.

A large black shadow on the [Forbidden Scholar] card hanging high above his head stretched out its tentacles, with strange granulations and disgusting herpes wriggling on its surface.

God's voice sounded at the bottom of my mind: "Lead these unfortunate people to charge into the temple of the false god, overthrow the old throne, and build a new kingdom of God on the ruins."

Asakura Yuko frowned slightly, remembering that she had heard that when the identity card encountered the authority of the same path, it would guide the holder to gather.

The huge tumor she encountered on the street last night clearly belonged to a god. The moment she looked directly at it, a large amount of information surged out, about the authority of time and space, about the new god's body...

She originally held the mentality of not getting involved, thinking that it had nothing to do with her, but now it seems that she can gather more strength before the final copy begins.

"Oh my god, Yuko, is that the legendary ID card? What happened?" Wade looked up at the black shadow above his head and exclaimed in amazement, "It looks very Cthulhu, what is the effect? ​​I am getting more and more curious."

"Nothing." Asakura Yuko said calmly, "Just recording history."

Wade's face was full of suspicion: "That's it? Even if you don't want to tell me, there's no need to deceive me with such a perfunctory answer."

Asakura Yuko had a blank expression on her face: "I said, even if I tell you the truth, you may not believe me, so it's better not to tell it."

As they were talking, the donation had been completed, and more and more believers gathered in the direction of the two people like hyenas seeing food.

The little girl, whose arms had been gouged out, grabbed the corner of Asakura Yuko's clothes with her bloody hands and sobbed, "Please, save my mother, she's dying..."

The women surrounded her, leaving bloody handprints on her robe, saying the same words to each other: "Please, have mercy on us, don't let them take our child away again..."

The men stretched out their hands to her from afar, telling her of their pain and fear, and begging her to bestow their blessings.

In an instant, she went from being a bystander on the edge of the incident to being the center of the crowd, and was regarded as a god who could save the world.

But...why?

Asakura Yuko looked up at the identity card that had been with her for a long time, confusion in her eyes.

Aren't people who record history supposed to be aloof observers of worldly affairs? Why... are they all begging her to save them? (End of this chapter)