Infinite spooky game

At nine o'clock in the morning on May 5, half of the federal television stations broadcasting morning news were attacked by hackers. The original programs were replaced. White Crow, wearing a long white trench coat, stood behind the podium and made a declaration on behalf of the Libra Church.

“I stand here today not as a religious leader, but on behalf of the interests of all the poor regions in the world that have been treated unfairly. I am talking to you as a person who speaks for a mature political group, carrying the aspirations of the general public for an equal and free life…”

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After the initial shock, the people watching the TV screamed in fear, as if they had suddenly seen an elephant burst out of the zoo fence. But soon, some of them realized that the "elephant" would not hurt them.

They stared at the TV screen as if they were watching a spectacle, wanting to hear what the legendary leader of the resistance organization who was engaged in terrorist activities was saying.

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In the Beidu headquarters of the Weird Investigation Bureau, in a newly cleaned temporary reception room on the third underground floor.

When Fu Jue opened the door and walked into the room, someone had been sitting by the coffee table waiting for a long time. When he saw him coming, the man put the tablet in his hand on the table and turned it 180 degrees towards him. The screen was replaying Bai Ya's speech.

"As soon as the news of the final instance came out, all kinds of monsters and demons showed up. Oh, everyone wanted to get a piece of the pie, but they didn't know that the throne on the altar was unique, and there were millions of sacrifices that died before dawn."

The old man who arrived early looked to be in his early sixties, with messy gray hair sticking to the back of his head and kind wrinkles all over his face. He looked like an ordinary retired man walking or birding in the park, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

He spoke slowly, enunciating each word clearly: "On the stage of the final act, evil spirits were rampant. It should have been the ambitious people taking turns to perform, but some people were singing and dancing wildly, trying to drag the audience into this crazy dance drama. I cannot agree with this."

"Mr. Hayes." Elder Fu Juechong nodded, sat down opposite him, and said calmly, "The world is about to be restarted. The final game not only concerns the fate of mankind, but gods and ghosts will also be involved as part of the suffering.

"The Ancestral God is destined to revive, and will devour everything as the tentacles of the rules. Even if all forces are gathered together, it is still not possible to raise the survival rate of civilization to more than 80%. It is undoubtedly irrational and foolish to engage in internal strife before the disaster."

"This is our consensus," the old man said. "Our investigation of you has now come to an end, although many of us are worried that you have already fallen as your identity card indicates, and will lead humanity to an irreparable situation."

The old man was none other than Congressman Brooke Hayes, who had taken the initiative to propose a meeting with Fu Jue. He was the current head of the Hayes Family in North America, the former chairman of the Federal Council, and one of the highest-level politicians who could currently influence the Weird Investigation Bureau.

He entered the weird game thirty-six years ago, when there were fewer players. Although his qualifications were mediocre, he still had a good ranking on the overall list. He also had a keen sense of smell and joined the Ark Guild at the time, and openly supported the establishment of the Weird Adjustment Bureau.

After the establishment of the Bureau of Weird Games, his work focus gradually shifted to reality. Later, he used the Bureau of Weird Games as a springboard to enter politics and no longer openly cared about the affairs of weird games.

But it is undeniable that as a veteran who has come from the early days, his influence and control hidden under the sea should not be underestimated.

Fu Jue stared at him, his eyes behind the lenses not reflecting anyone's shadow: "There are still twelve hours before the final copy. You risked meeting me at such a critical moment, presumably not to refute metaphysical issues such as moral concepts.

"Time is running out. The Weird Investigation Bureau has wasted too much energy on useless things in the past. As a rational leader, there is no need for you to exacerbate this waste."

"The president is still as insightful as ever." The old man deliberately used an obscure idiom and raised his arm to manually put double quotation marks. "I wonder if you can help me understand what your judgment was on the purpose and reason of this meeting before you came to see me?"

Fu Jue said calmly: "Your own son, Wade, died in the Sacred City dungeon. Although you have never publicly expressed your concern for him and have not even allowed him to establish contact with Jiuzhou, it is human nature to hold him responsible for his death. Bystanders will easily believe the reason you put forward due to the blank effect.

"Your real purpose will be the opposite of raising an army to accuse someone: given the current situation, all smart people will make the decision to 'centralize power'. The only question will be who will hold the power."

The old man was silent for a while, then coughed twice, "You are worthy of being the president. To be honest, a week ago most of us were willing to hand over the entire power of the Weird Investigation Bureau and Kyushu to you, just like we did twenty-two years ago - humans are a species that likes to repeat the same mistakes, no different from army ants."

He picked up a teacup that was upside down on the windowsill, revealing a circle of dried tea stains underneath. An ant was circling back and forth along the dark mark, and it would probably remain trapped in the circle until it died of exhaustion.

"To the gods, humans are nothing but big ants, eking out a miserable existence between their fingers, foolishly celebrating this accidental good fortune." The old man suddenly stretched out his index finger and scraped the edge of the circle of tea stains with his fingernail, leaving a tiny gap.

The ant stopped at the broken part of the tea stain, and waved its two antennae tremblingly for a while, as if it had finally found the direction. It crawled out of the circle through the gap and ran quickly on the smooth table top.

The old man smiled slightly: "But sometimes I wonder, if we choose another path, will it surprise those gods who are high above us?"

"I don't care what you think." Fu Jue said, "No matter what happened in the past or what will happen in the future, during the period when the final instance begins, I will gain absolute control over all federal agencies."

"This is impossible." The old man shook his head. "I had someone dissect Vader last night and found remnants of puppet threads in his body. It's so strange that the bright and flawless president and the evil and despicable puppeteer are the same person. I should find it unbelievable, but I actually think it's normal..."

Fu Jue's expression remained unchanged, his eyes fixed on the ant that was whirling around in panic on the table: "Since you know my skills, and you still dare to meet me alone, you must have made all the preparations."

"That's right, President. This is the last time I call you that." The old man laughed. "I deliberately chose the location in Beidu to lower your vigilance. This reception room was locked from the outside the moment you entered the door, and cement will be poured in half an hour - you should be familiar with this process.

"Admit it. No matter how powerful we are in the game, we cannot transcend the scope of humans in reality. From today on, you will be contained and become Item S-11. Even if you are a god, you cannot escape. After all, we have contained gods before."

"Okay, I understand." Fu Jue nodded slightly, turned his wrist, and a pistol appeared in his hand.

The old man originally thought that he was going to fight to the death, and he quickly stood up and left the coffee table in a second, but he saw Fu Jue sitting there with the gun pointed at his temple.

His frameless glasses reflected the cold white light, and he said coldly: "I know you can see everything that happens in this room, so next - I will communicate with humans as a third party." The old man seemed to have thought of something, his expression became solemn, and he stared at Fu Jue's face.

Fu Jue looked up at the surveillance camera on the ceiling, his tone unchanged: "I am the puppeteer, the holder of the two identity cards [Fallen Savior] and [Blind Dictator], and also the top player Fu Jue who ranks first in the overall ranking of Weird Game. In the past twenty-two years, I have frequently visited various branches, and so far I have used puppet silk to parasitize more than 50% of the investigators of the Weird Investigation Bureau.

"During this period, I handled a total of 39 A-level incidents, 237 B-level incidents, 1826 C-level incidents, and the total number of other level incidents related to my puppets exceeded . These strange incidents are distributed all over the world and can be remotely detonated at any time by the backup plan I left behind. Their intensity is enough to destroy human civilization in a short period of time.

"In the second scenario, after my heart stops beating, all the weird things that I have suppressed in the past will get out of control. The closest weird thing is the [Eternal Fire], which will start from the Greater Khingan Range Forest Farm after my death and spread to the north."

The information related to Fu Jue was quickly transferred to the tablet in the old man's hand. There was no time to verify the specific circumstances, but the number of A, B, and C level strange events that Fu Jue handled did match his statement.

The old man was extremely sure that Fu was not joking; no, even if it was a lie, no one dared to bet on it.

"Are you crazy? Fu Jue, you are committing a crime!" the old man shouted. The congressmen listened to Fu Jue's announcement mixed with the sound of electricity through the monitoring screen, and cursed in their hearts at the same time.

Fu Jue held a pistol in one hand and formed a black and white identity card between his fingers with the other hand. The white-clothed figure nailed upside down on the cross opened his eyes as dark as night, like a ferocious lion raised by the gods on Mount Olympus, grand, majestic and terrifying.

"Rather than letting humanity destroy itself due to foolish behavior after my death, it is better for me to destroy all of humanity with my own hands at the moment of my death."

Half an hour later, Fu Jue and Congressman Hayes walked out of the reception room side by side.

Congressman Hayes walked out of the Beidu Branch base with a sullen face, while Fu Jue took the elevator down to the fifth underground floor, then passed through the silver-white alloy wall and entered the sixth underground floor.

He stopped in front of a door with the words [Poseidon's Corpse] on the display screen, scanned his pupils, and pushed the door open.

A huge deep yellow eyeball hung high above its head, and the shadows of tentacles stretched out in the space, stirring up a salty sea breeze.

Fu Jue took out a card from his pocket, bent down and placed it in the middle of the ground. He stood up and nodded to the being behind the wall: "Lu Li, when the final instance is opened, you will return to the chess game as I promised."

……

On the afternoon of May 5th, the real world was in chaos.

The federal spokesman held an emergency press conference to accuse the Libra Church of terrorist acts, but was swallowed by an indiscernible black shadow during his speech.

The existence of ghosts has now completely surfaced, and the previous whitewashing is so pale and powerless. At that time, everyone knew: it turns out that there are really ghosts in the world, and they are the kind of ghosts that can hurt people...

Fear spread among the crowd, and the fall of Jiangcheng was gradually known to people. The news blockade was ineffective, and more and more strange information circulated between people.

People began to spontaneously hoard food and water, and some people with ulterior motives spread the news of the coming of doomsday, gaining a lot of pessimistic followers in just half a day.

In the game forum, Fu Jue simply announced that he would return to Jiuzhou Guild. As the president of Jiuzhou, he would gather the top forces to enter the final copy. A series of small guilds such as Alice and Eagle would also be incorporated into Jiuzhou.

This news did not attract much attention. Over the past few years, players have already tacitly accepted that many small guilds are branches of Jiuzhou, and Fu Jue is the leader of Jiuzhou. The president is nothing more than a nominal title.

However, some players who are familiar with the situation know what this really means: the internal strife within the Federation has finally come to an end, and Fu Jue will become a true representative of humanity, controlling all official forces.

The sky in Sunset Ruins was dim, and the square covered with giant tree roots was empty. The players knew that the final dungeon was approaching, so they all cleared the area on their own accord to avoid being involved.

Yu Jinsheng sat under the Tower of Babel, leaning back against the cold, hard base of the tower, as if he was leaning against a tombstone.

His face was pale, as if he had just experienced a life-and-death crisis, but his clothes were neat and tidy, probably having been tidied by hand.

The World Tree glowed with golden light, painting the sky and the earth as bright as day. Yu Jinsheng opened his folding fan and half covered his face, as if this could block out the glaring future.

Under the four ink characters "Defy fate and change destiny", he exhaled lightly, and a black and gold identity card appeared in his hand.

He held the ID card, looked down for a while, and a wry smile appeared on his face: "President, I can't predict the ending of this game.

"Normally, at this point, I should have retired and protected myself, but you paved that road for me. If I ran away again, it would be too irresponsible."

Dark lines extended from the surface of the ID card, penetrating into the blood vessels in Yu Jinsheng's arm like tentacles. He waited calmly, his smile becoming increasingly bitter.

"I am just a small person who is afraid of death. I was involved in this game by accident. Although I tried my best to play the role you needed, I can never say that I deserved it or apologized to anyone.

"You all think I'm so important. I'm trembling with fear and I don't know whether to laugh or cry. This time I'll treat it as the last time I risk my life to accompany you. I'll bet the biggest chip and wish you all the best."

The outline of the ID card faded into mist and finally disappeared in Yu Jinsheng's hand.

At the same time, a new line was added to the missing part of the stele, and the three characters "Yu Jinsheng" were clearly visible, shining brightly under the sunlight. (End of this chapter)