Infinite spooky game

[The bones of the ancestor god lie under the world tree, and his white ribs turn into the backbone of the snow-capped mountains. His blood and tears are melted snow water, flowing into rivers, lakes and seas in the mountains and fields with ravines everywhere.

He witnessed the foolish mountain people offering sacrifices and praying for blessings, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye, which blossomed into an ice-blue flower on the snow. For the first time, the heartless and desireless god felt sad, and the remaining vitality gathered in his abdomen, giving birth to a new life.

That was his last child, who had inherited his will and authority since his birth. The god who controlled the ocean emerged from his body, flowing into the sea along the rivers, and opened up a forbidden area that was not controlled or watched by the gods.

The era of the old gods came to an end, and the existence of the ancestral gods became a forgotten history. The sea god, as his only believer, was regarded as his dependent and incarnation.

【ID Card: Fallen Savior】

……

Fu Jue walked alone on the white snow, watching the [Fallen Savior] card in the upper right corner of his sight flip from reversed to upright, and the original historical fragment was replaced by a long-lost text.

He knew that he would see his old friend soon. Of course, not now.

The eve of a dream is often chaotic, filled with blood and horror. The old dead ghosts and the newly dead corpses crawled out from under the ice, rushing towards Fu Jue one after another, with blood and tears flowing from their eyes and screaming in pain.

"Fu Jue, we obviously trust you so much, why do you treat us like this?" The players who died in the dungeon stood like tombstones, staring at him sinisterly.

"Senior, this can't be true... How could you possibly harm me?" The young investigator from the Weird Investigation Bureau crawled towards his feet, covered in blood, and grabbed his ankle.

“President, please save us… We don’t want to die, please save us…” The members of the Xila Guild twisted their bodies like insects entangled in spider silk.

The ghosts stretched out their claws, carrying a strong smell of blood, and attacked Fu Jue's face. They tore his suit, scratched his skin, and bit his flesh, as if he were an enemy.

Even so, Fu Jue remained motionless, as if his soul had already ascended to a higher dimension, and what remained here was just a shed body.

He raised his hand slightly, and the scarlet-gold dice of fate flew high into the sky. The huge phantom of a roulette wheel spun in the void. The dice fell and stopped at the scale of the Seven of Scepters.

"This is not your destiny."

The solemn verdict sounded calmly, and all the ghosts that wanted to approach seemed to touch an invisible barrier and fell to the ground.

The bloody remains of flesh and limbs were thrown high into the sky and turned into blood rain that splashed all over the sky. Fu Jue walked in the blood rain, his face splattered with blood, adding a bit of solemnity.

He walked through the debris on the ground and went straight ahead, heading towards the ice field dotted with glaciers with a clear goal, and stopped in front of the ice wall that was as shiny as a mirror.

A blurry figure was reflected in the ice. He was wearing a white suit, and his eyes were soft and compassionate under his frameless glasses.

"Lin Jue." Fu Jue called the man's name.

Lin Jue raised his eyes to look at Fu Jue, slightly distracted, with doubt in his eyes: "Fu Jue, why are you here? Didn't I tell you to stay in the camp and not walk around casually?"

He asked the question, then rejected it himself: "No, you are not Fu Jue. According to the clues I have, what I saw in the mirror should be me in another world line, so you are me...but why do you look like Fu Jue?"

Fu Jue stared at the young man calmly and said calmly: "With your wisdom and intelligence, combined with the known information, it is not difficult to infer the answer to the question.

"The effect of [Fallen Savior] is to 'resurrect the soul of the deceased in the body of the holder and participate in the game as the savior of the new world line'. Fu Jue activated the effect of the identity card after your death and resurrected me."

He tilted his head and looked at Lin Jue with an inquiring look: "Are you asking me questions in the hope of obtaining more information without alerting me?

"But in my memory bank, your level of vigilance towards others in this time and space is far below average, so the previous inference is a negative proposition.

"So, you are unwilling to believe the answer you came up with through logical reasoning?"

"Okay, now I believe that you are indeed me. Although I don't know what I have been through to become a human-machine like you..."

Lin Jue said with a hint of humor, his smile bitter: "Since you appear here and talk to me, it is enough to prove that I have failed. No one survived the final copy on January 2014, 1.

"But you are still alive, which is a paradox. Can you tell me what happened?"

Fu Jue ignored the previous question and continued in the same tone: "The me in this world line does not have the specific memory of your time and space. From my perspective, I died in Ragnarok in the Ruins of Sunset and woke up in Fu Jue's body. Based on the principle of information sharing, I need you to describe to me the details of your experience."

A strange look flashed in Lin Jue's eyes: "Is that so? Even the memory was erased. I have to suspect that the final copy is a complete scam."

He commented and clearly recounted what happened from the time they met at the inn at the foot of the mountain to when they got lost on the mountain. He smiled and said, "I originally planned to commit suicide at dawn and kill Zhou Ke before I died, which would be considered as eliminating harm for the people. But we seem to be trapped in an endless night, and we can't wait for dawn for a long time. And now it seems that my death can't help us pass the final dungeon."

"Not necessarily." Fu Jue shook his head slightly. "The second possibility is that the two world lines you and I are in are parallel to each other and there is no causal relationship. The final copy will not officially begin until 2035."

Lin Jue nodded slightly: "I understand. In this possibility, my state has been sealed since I was involved in the final copy twenty-two years ago. I was not awakened until you came. So what do you need me to do?"

"Leave Zhou Ke here." Fu Jue lowered his eyes to look at the ice flowers under his feet, and said word by word, "He will be the most important weight to tip the balance of the situation."

Silence spread between the two people. They are the same person, extremely rational in nature. Being in the overall situation of the final copy, their personal joys, sorrows, anger and happiness will be compressed to the maximum extent, leaving only a calm analysis of the situation.

There would be no greetings, no questioning, no nonsense. Exchanging as much information as possible in a limited time and completing the layout was the common choice of Lin Jue twenty-two years ago and Fu Jue now.

Fu Jue said no more and turned to leave.

Behind him, Lin Jue asked out of the blue: "Although I know this is a waste of time, I still want to know, what's going on with the blood on your body and the corpses under your feet?"

Fu Jue paused without looking back: "You already know the answer. This copy requires us to sacrifice death and sin to the ancestral god. After 985629 years of precise planning, I killed low-value humans as sacrifices to the snow mountain."

Silence, a long silence... until Fu Jue's footsteps sounded again, Lin Jue whispered: "I don't believe I would do such a thing."

"I didn't believe it 22 years ago either." Fu Jue turned his head, his glasses reflecting a faint blood light, "But Lin Jue, objective facts are not subject to subjective will. 22 years later, you have indeed become a dictator who believes in utilitarianism."

……

On the other side, Qis held the pocket watch of fate, stepped onto the altar step by step, half squatted beside the last sacrifice, and reached out to touch the man's face.

The vengeful ghost was blocked in the other half of the world by the boundary formed by the bones of the ancestor god. On the altar, there were only him and the person in front of him, and the blood flowing under their bodies and forming a lake.

He looked at it silently for a moment, then slowly raised the corner of his lips: "Jin Yusheng, it seems that your luck is not always so good, and you actually appear here."

Jin Yusheng had kept his eyes closed until he felt the touch, then he opened his eyes and said very quickly: "Lao Qi, what's going on? I wanted to go out for a drink at night, but I ran into a ghost. A group of monsters covered with roses chased me. I don't know which idiot tricked me, and when I woke up, I was nailed here pretending to be Jesus... By the way, why are you in this damn place?"

Qi Si looked at Jin Yusheng's face, the details of his facial features were blurred by the night, but judging from his speaking habits and personality, this person was indeed his cheap friend who was in cahoots with him. This person has always been unremarkable, always with a blind optimism, even if he has lost too much blood and is half dead, he can still smile and say a few nonsense.

This was not the first time that Qi Si had seen Jin Yusheng in a copy. The Jin Yusheng in "Dialectical Game" was created based on his cognition and was even more realistic.

But that's different.

Judging from the current situation, Jin Yusheng did not appear as an NPC, but was actually pulled into a weird game.

Will the final copy of the weird game really involve ordinary people? Is this person in front of me an illusion trap created by the copy, or is there another hidden story?
"Old Qi, do you think we have been tricked and have entered some kind of nightmare? The situation in Jiangcheng is too weird. I have been a Taoist priest for so long, but I have never seen such a ghost..."

Jin Yusheng kept talking: "I have been nailed here for who knows how long, and the day never comes. Logically, I am almost dying of pain, and it is time for me to wake up from the dream... By the way, Lao Qi, don't just stand there and watch, find a way to put me down..."

Qi Si said nothing, silently staring at the white feathers embedded in Jin Yusheng's limbs.

A milky white halo enveloped the surface of the feathers, and wisps of black gas appeared among the fluff, exuding the breath of the ancestral god.

Qi Si looked at it for a while, then raised his index finger and tapped his chin.

This encounter was suspected to be the work of the ancestor god, so was the ancestor god trying to threaten him with Jin Yusheng? What did he do to give people the illusion that he cared about Jin Yusheng's life or death?
And...it is known that this dream has been infiltrated by the Ancestral God. Even the words of the other self he saw in the mirror have been distorted by the Ancestral God and cannot be trusted. So, can Jin Yusheng in front of him still be trusted?

"Lao Qi, Lao Qi, Lao Qi, if you don't take care of me anymore, I'm going to die... Put me down quickly, my thin arms and legs can't stand the tossing and turning..." Jin Yusheng's voice became more and more anxious, and he was gasping for breath.

Qi Si lowered his eyes to observe the pool of blood spreading under Jin Yusheng for a moment, and reached out to touch the white feathers on his body. Nothing unusual happened during the contact, and he successfully plucked the feathers one by one, which in turn brought another series of wailing.

Jin Yusheng, who was put down from the altar, was half dead. He asked with a weak breath: "Old Qi, can you tell me what happened now? I was confused from the beginning to the end. It was really an unexpected disaster. But looking at you, it seems that you know more than me..."

As he spoke, he kept pulling at Qis' sleeves with his bloody hands. After seeing the wound under the cloth, he gasped: "No, what's wrong with your wound? Why do you look worse than mine?"

"It's nothing, just like you, I was chased by ghosts all night." Qi Si was almost certain that the Jin Yusheng in front of him should be the real him, and there were no traps or death points involved.

So... what's his purpose here? To provide distracting information and disturb the players?
However, this copy has enough strange things, and Jin Yusheng is not a big deal. Friends are creatures that will die if they die, but since they are still alive, it is better to take them with you.

Qi Si tentatively pulled Jin Yusheng twice, and the latter let out a scream, and it seemed that he could not walk anymore.

So he squatted down, carried the dead dog-like Jin Yusheng on his back, and walked down the altar step by step. It seemed as if he was back to the time when he was sixteen years old, when he carried Jin Yusheng down the mountain in the same way during the fire that devoured the forest.

Jin Yusheng was so moved that he almost cried: "Lao Qi, I knew you were my good brother and would never abandon me..."

Qi Si said expressionlessly, "That's because I want to use you as a hostage, President Yu."

"What? What are you talking about? What's the president of the meat ticket association?"

"nothing."

Qi Si listened to Jin Yusheng's questioning tone, which did not sound fake, and was unable to tell whether he had guessed wrong or his friend's acting skills were too good.

But no matter what, walking alone in the snow for a long time and suddenly meeting an old friend can really relieve a lot of boredom.

The sky was covered with wind and snow. Qi Si carried Jin Yusheng on his back for a while. He successfully used up all his strength and simply sat down on the ground.

He thought for a moment, then turned and looked into Jin Yusheng's eyes: "Did you see who nailed you to the altar?"

Jin Yusheng took two deep breaths and coughed up some blood foam. He recalled, "When I regained consciousness, I was lying on the ground with my arms and legs spread out. I saw the back of a woman in white from a distance. I don't know if it was my eyes that were blurring..."

The woman in white, is she the ancestor god or the white crow?
If it was the ancestor god, it would be understandable; but if it was Bai Ya, why did she nail Jin Yusheng to the altar?

As a player also vying for the throne of god, does she know more information, or was she the first to complete the sacrifice?

Either possibility is enough to put other teams at a disadvantage.

"Old Qi, you don't know that woman, do you?" Jin Yusheng looked Qi Si up and down, "Could it be that I was implicated by you, and she used me to lure you out?"

"Maybe." Qi Si said perfunctorily, "Just like Ning Xu used you to bait me before."

"Speaking of Ning Xu, she has been missing for a while. Have you really not seen her?"

"No. Why do you think I have anything to do with her disappearance?"

"I'm just asking..."

Qi Si chatted with Jin Yusheng casually. Feeling that his strength had recovered a little, he stood up and continued to move forward.

A dull roar came from the direction of the altar, like the echo of an earth shaking.

Qi Si looked in the direction of the sound. The huge skull had stood up at some point, facing the white altar. On the altar stood a figure in a long white trench coat, walking slowly towards the skull.

Someone completed the sacrifice and was able to advance the dungeon to the next step. But why did he have to see this? Was it to increase his sense of urgency?
"Qi, you have never been my only child, and you are not unique. You are just one of the living beings." The woman's voice sounded at the bottom of his mind, coming from the memory of billions of years ago.

Qi Si started to run, rushing towards the altar, wanting to see more clearly, but his feet stopped in place.

Jin Yusheng hugged his legs and shouted, "Old Qi, don't go! My eyelids are twitching, something bad is going to happen!"

Qi Si lowered his head and saw that Jin Yusheng's outline was becoming increasingly blurred, and began to fade, with golden and red spots of light scattered around...

The altar in the distance suddenly burst out with a dazzling white light, covering the skulls and human figures. The heat wave licked the scorched earth, and the light like the sun falling to the earth flooded every corner of this world and lingered for a long time.

The dawn broke, like an insurmountable chasm separating dreams and reality.

Qi Si woke up, opened his eyes, and sat up in the temple. His heart beat violently again after many years.

He sat there silently, his consciousness sinking deep into the palace of thought, hesitating over the last weirdness that could be cast.

[Name: Colosseum] (End of this chapter)