Infinite spooky game

[Name: Insomnia Germs]

【type:##】

[Effect: Infecting people with "insomnia", which can be transmitted to anyone through contact in the "real world" and lurks in the body. The owner decides the time and intensity of the attack]

In North America, a group of young people marched in the street holding banners, shouting clichés of "freedom and equality"; two black youths took the opportunity to rush into a street shop, grabbed the gold jewelry in the glass cabinet and ran away.

Ever since the Libra Church officially declared war on the Federation, with the fall of many cities, the balance of power between the two sides has become increasingly unclear. Some have taken advantage of the chaos, while others have stayed indoors, preparing for the upcoming change of dynasties.

The expansion of the Libra Church is different from any previous rebellion of resistance forces. The terrorist organization that was originally thought to be only a small-scale local organization has transformed into a mature political force. Ghosts and monsters are rampant wherever they go, transforming the human world into a strange forbidden area.

The Federation's hot weapons and regular troops were useless. The Weird Investigation Bureau stepped in at the right time and although it briefly controlled the deterioration of the situation, it also suffered a setback in subsequent battles.

The procession caused disputes and riots along the way, with screams and curses being heard everywhere, while more people chose to watch from the sidelines, maintaining a self-protective silence, and silently praying in their hearts that the battle would be settled and the chaos would end as soon as possible.

At one point, everyone stopped moving, including the marchers, looters and passers-by, as if under a witch's spell.

Then, their skin surface began to feel abnormally hot, and dense yellow patterns spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, with pus-yellow butterflies flying out from the gaps.

This situation happened everywhere. Homeless people lying on the street, students sitting in the classroom, white-collar workers in the office, politicians giving speeches... More and more people fell down, and without exception, yellow flowers bloomed on their bodies.

This is a curse closely linked to death. It spreads silently like a plague, taking away lives that were still alive the previous second, and making people more equal than ever before.

Panic, despair, fear, worry...all kinds of rumors are flying around in major forums. Some people suspect that it is the germs leaked from the laboratory that are at work, but what kind of germs can cause a person to go through the process from infection to death so quickly?

Religious people began to confess their sins to God, while those who believed in science tried their best to calmly analyze the cause of death.

The director of the North American branch of the Weird Investigation Bureau was initially at a loss as to what to do, but soon made a conclusion: "Those people died from the weirdness called [Insomnia Germs] in the weird game."

The investigator beside him quickly retrieved relevant information: "This kind of weirdness is unique to the "Red Maple Leaf Boarding School" copy, and that copy was permanently closed after Qi Si, Shuo Meng, and Chang Xu cleared it. Was the weirdness of the Maple Leaf County Aboriginal Victims Memorial Hall leaked?"

"It's not a natural disaster, it's a man-made disaster." The director said coldly, "If it was a mysterious leak, the first people to die should be those closest to the place where it happened, instead of people dying all over the county at the same time like now."

"Director, are you saying that someone is controlling these strange things?" The investigator's expression became serious. "Who could it be? Is it Qis? Why is he doing this?"

"For sacrifice." The director's voice was calm, his eyes were empty, "He wants to sacrifice to the ancestral gods, and we are all sacrifices."

"Director... Director, how do you know this?" The investigator felt something was wrong and asked subconsciously, "And... isn't Qi Si in the final copy? How can he affect reality?"

He thought of something and muttered to himself, "Strange, those players who were selected to participate in the final dungeon are all missing. Previously, only the souls were pulled into the dungeon, and there has never been a case where the physical body disappeared.

"Also, today is already May 5th. Ever since the final dungeon was opened on May 7th, it seems that none of us can enter the weird game..."

The director grinned, the kind of weird smile that a frozen corpse would have on his face: "How could that be? We are all in this weird game, in the final instance..."

As if to confirm his words, the sound of ice breaking was heard in the air. At first it was as light as the buzzing of a mosquito, but it became louder and louder in just a few seconds.

The investigator subconsciously raised his head slightly and looked in the direction where the sound came from. A pair of silvery white eyes quietly opened in the originally clear sky, looking down at the world below calmly and indifferently.

The pure white feathers turned into snowflakes that scattered all over the sky. The chill penetrated through the bones from the soles of the feet and rose upwards. The investigator lowered his head and saw that the ground beneath his feet had turned into a translucent layer of ice at some point. Human faces were looking up at him under the ice. They were actually corpses lying side by side.

He saw the director's face, his own face, and the faces of many of his colleagues in the Bureau. They stared at him, their mouths opening and closing as they spoke: "We are destined to die, we are all sacrifices..."

He felt his whole body enveloped by coldness. Thick frost quickly climbed up his skin, forming a seamless hard shell that trapped him in the ice sculpture.

The world spun around, and he didn't know when he was lying under the ice. The huge eye on his head was like a wheel symbolizing doomsday and apocalypse, spinning slowly and mercilessly. Someone whispered in his ear: "Reincarnation... end... rebirth..."

……

[Name: Puppet Thread]

[Type: Skill]

[Effect: After parasitizing on the little finger of another player, you can control their life and manipulate their behavior (has evolved to the complete state)]

In the Magic City of Long County, Lao Wai rode a tricycle with his little granddaughter, mixed in the crowd and rushed out of the city. The world was in chaos, and ghosts were rampant in the big city. He planned to go back to his hometown, which was remote and at least would not be affected too much.

Taxis are no longer available and public transportation is overcrowded, but Lao Wai is undoubtedly lucky because at least he has a tricycle of his own to get around and he doesn't have to squeeze in the city and worry.

The little granddaughter sat cross-legged, licking her lollipop while curiously looking around, watching the busy traffic and the people hurrying by. She asked, "Grandpa, where are we going?"

"Let's go back to our hometown. Grandpa will take you to dig bamboo shoots and catch butterflies." Lao Wai said with a smile, "Good girl, take a nap. We'll be there when you wake up."

"Okay! Then I'm going to sleep!" The little granddaughter said crisply, and she lay back with an exaggerated movement, curled up in the back bucket, and closed her eyes.

Lao Wai was so amused that he laughed out loud, and his chest was gradually filled with a warm feeling called "happiness". This small tricycle had suddenly become a place called "home", and the most valuable things he had saved in his life were all on it.

He still remembered that one year ago, his son died on the construction site, and his daughter-in-law ran away with the compensation, leaving him and his granddaughter to depend on each other. He originally planned to end his life with a bottle of pesticide, but accidentally entered a weird game.

After a near-death experience, he no longer wanted to die, but began to think about how to survive. He struggled to understand the various information in the forum and learned the survival rules of this new field from scratch. With the wisdom he had accumulated in his youth, he successfully connected with a guild called "Xi La" and obtained the qualification to join after paying a large amount of points.

It took Lao Wai more than half a year to gain a firm foothold in the weird game, but he didn't expect that before he could enjoy it for long, the final copy appeared. The world has always changed so quickly, and he had to learn and understand it all over again.

Fortunately, as a player of a weird game, he knew more information than ordinary people and prepared supplies and shelter in advance so he was not caught in a tight spot.

As for taking advantage of the situation to speculate, fish in troubled waters, and seek benefits, he has no such thoughts at all. He is just an ordinary person who just wants to have a piece of land to farm peacefully, to raise his granddaughter, and to spend his old age in comfort...

Suddenly, there was a whistling sound in my ears. It was a sharp sound made by a bone whistle blown by the cold wind, like an ancient shaman's ritual to call on lost souls, which made people terrified for no reason.

Lao Wai blinked twice and looked around. Maybe it was because of his old eyesight, but the sky in front of him appeared cracked and covered with spider-web-like marks.

The eight-legged spider, with a rounded belly, slowly climbed up the spider web that covered the sky, its sharp mouthparts pointed at Lao Wai like a pair of scissors. "Crack--" the sound of something being cut.

In an instant, Lao Wai lost all connection with the world. His consciousness fell into a daze, and his soul floated up to the sky. In his last glance, he saw his body, which had lost its support, rolling off the frame like a pile of tattered garbage.

The corpse was crushed by the wheels, and blood flowed out. The crowd screamed, and someone said in a hushed voice: "Someone is dead."

The little granddaughter was awakened by the sound and climbed out of the car in a daze. Seeing the gray-haired body of Old Wai lying on the ground, she reached out to push her grandfather's shoulder: "Grandpa, why did you fall asleep? The ground is cold. Sleeping on it will get a stomachache! Grandpa, wake up..."

The corpse grew colder and colder as time went by. After a long time, the girl finally realized that her grandfather would never wake up. There was a look of confusion in her eyes that was not appropriate for his age.

There were so many people, but no one stopped. The heart-wrenching cries of the little granddaughter echoed between heaven and earth.

……

In the Gulan Autonomous Region, sky-high artillery fire exploded on the scorched earth, raising pale ashes. Flesh and blood were pushed high into the sky by the air waves, and then fell like rain and blood over the battlefield.

Carrying a medical box, Hunter dragged the wounded soldiers from the trench back to the camp and laid them flat on stretchers.

When people who have been comfortable for too long face war for the first time, they are like roe deer in the forest that are stunned by thunder. They cannot understand what they are experiencing, nor do they know where they are going. They rush forward mechanically, retreat mechanically, and then struggle to survive out of instinct.

Casualties were piling up, the initial confidence was soon replaced by fear, even the most boastful young men could no longer proclaim their love for the war, frivolity was extinguished in the depressing atmosphere, and the camp was filled with wailing and crying.

“Save me… I want to live… I don’t want to die…” “My legs… hurt so much…” “Mom…” The moans came one after another, and some voices sounded for a while and then disappeared forever.

Hunter was immersed in the shadow of death, and tried to treat the wounds as calmly as possible. To this day, he still couldn't figure out how the war started. Inexplicably, the world became a mess overnight.

Why fight? Hunter thought, although the federal rule was bad, it was not so bad that it needed to be washed away with blood. They were poor and dissatisfied, but they still survived like this, right?
"Oh no! The people of Red Truth have gone around to our rear... We have fallen, our position has been completely lost..." A soldier covered in dust rushed into the camp, his voice filled with tears.

One after another, people with missing limbs rushed over, shouting in fear: "There's a ghost! They have a ghost!"

The Red of Truth is a resistance force that has been entrenched in the Gulan Autonomous Region for many years. Not long ago, it reached a cooperation with the Libra Church and its power increased greatly.

Hunter had a friend who worked in the Weird Investigation Bureau, and he had vaguely revealed some information to him. He knew that the Libra Church believed in evil gods and could mobilize the power of ghosts. But hearing about it was one thing, and seeing it with his own eyes still made him feel unbelievable.

One after another, the broken corpses staggered into the position. Even if their heads were blown off, their remaining limbs were still twitching as they moved towards the position.

The corpses in the trenches crawled up and bit the necks of their comrades beside them. The wounded on the stretcher lost their breath, sat up straight, and joined the army of corpses.

Silver threads clung to the corpses. The world was wrapped in a translucent cocoon. White doves with red eyes flapped their wings and carried away the rotten flesh.

An ice pit like a black hole appeared under his feet. Countless skeletons gathered at the bottom of the pit, stretching out their arms to drag people outside the pit.

Hunter struggled frantically, but was still dragged into the pit and joined the team of skeletons...

……

Snow mountains and ruined temples.

Colorful prayer flags and wind chimes shade the temple gate, and the mottled screen wall faces the white snow outside the gate. A young man with an ordinary face and wearing a casual Tang suit is nailed to the wall with white feathers, and blood flows like a river under his feet.

Even though the young man was in an extremely awkward situation, he kept talking: "Beauty, you have no martial ethics. I am a theoretical player and not good at fighting. As a result, you used your ultimate move right away... I mean, can't we talk first?

"Even if you don't want to talk, there's no need to be so cruel. Look at my thin arms and legs. What threat can I pose to you? Besides, my blood will stain the ground, which will hurt your eyes. You will have to clean it up later. It will be very troublesome. Don't you think so..."

A folding fan was scattered in the mud in the corner, with four big characters "Defy the Heaven and Change Destiny" written on it. The identity of this person was obvious. He was Yu Jinsheng, the acting president of the Tingfeng Guild.

The woman standing in front of him had waist-length hair and a white trench coat fluttering in the wind. She was Bai Ya, the vice president of the Libra Church.

"President Yu is well-known and known for his 'cunning rabbit with three burrows'. I don't believe you have no cards up your sleeve, so I have to be cautious. Besides, we are enemies, so why say more?" Bai Ya smiled gently, walked around the screen wall and stood beside the sacrificial pit.

The bones in the pit, which originally only reached the middle line, grew rapidly, and within a few minutes the skulls were filled to the same level as the ground. War is always the cruelest sacrificial ritual.

Behind him, Yu Jinsheng was still chattering: "Actually, beauty, I think we can come to a truce agreement for the time being. You see, this instance is full of wind and snow, and the situation is unpredictable. I happen to know some acquaintances, and cooperation will benefit both of us."

"Really?" Bai Ya turned back to the screen wall and looked at Yu Jinsheng straight in the eye. The silver-white color in his eyes was gentle and holy. "If I nail you to the altar, who will be the first to save you?" (End of this chapter)