Infinite spooky game

"I don't want to die, I can't die yet..."

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you? Wake up, wow, wow..."

"God, please have mercy on us!"

As the bodies piled up one after another, the voices of men, women, young and old mixed into a surging wave, rushing through my ears.

The past of the deceased was mediocre and tired, hateful and sad, ambitious and complacent... Thousands of people with thousands of faces and countless destinies passed by before their eyes, colliding in one place and exploding into colorful fireworks.

Contradictory, fiery, and chaotic emotions surged violently at the bottom of his mind. Murmurs, thoughts, obsessions, desires, and mud of various colors seemed to be smeared on Qis's soul across time and space, gradually becoming colorful from the initial splendor.

Qi Si still sat steadily at the edge of the pit, motionless. The weight imposed on his soul turned into a kind of sluggish fatigue. They were pressing him down, dragging him, and then merging him into the muddy current...

"They can't see you." In the Colosseum copy, another him in the dream said to him, "You have no desires. People without desires cannot stay in the world for long."

"Why can they see me now?" Qi Si asked the figure in the red robe embroidered with gold, smiling. When he came to his senses, he realized that he was hallucinating. There was no one else beside the sacrificial pit except him.

The figure in the hallucination calmly told him: "Carrying the desires of all living beings is the responsibility of the ancestor god. Do you want to become an ancestor god? You must know that the desires of gods are what all living beings want. There is no self-image, no image of all living beings..."

The person in front of him couldn't be Qi, not only because Qi had been devoured and turned into a vague remnant of thought deep in the Hall of Thought, but also because although this person was wearing the long robe that Qi usually wore, he had short hair, which made him look out of place.

"Who are you? Or?" Qi Si asked with his head tilted.

"I am you..." The figure suddenly stretched out his hand, pretending to touch his face, but in the previous second it turned into a golden red light and disappeared, leaving only the voice echoing in his ears, long and lingering.

"Qi, even after billions of years, you still can't understand many things, and there are still questions that you can't figure out. You are too arrogant and don't even want to ask yourself as a human being..."

These words were meant to interfere with and mislead him, clearly trying to make him believe what Zhou Ke said in the mirror.

Qisi laughed and said, "If you are the ancestor god, please die; if you are something else..."

He paused, his smile taking on a deeper malicious tone: "Please die immediately as well."

Silence returned to the temple; one could almost hear the sound of insect eggs growing in the wood and bones being rubbed into powder.

His mind was overwhelmed by tens of thousands of thoughts, which gradually became difficult to organize. Qis had to empty his mind and let his thoughts wander aimlessly to avoid getting lost in the overloaded information flow.

He suddenly realized that the temple was too empty. Fu Jue, Jiuzhou, Tingfeng's players, and Lin Chen disappeared without a trace...

"The sacrifice has been offered and the ceremony is complete!" The lama's hoarse voice sounded above the head, blown by the strong wind and circling and floating for a long time.

Qisi looked back, but did not see the Lama. He looked at the sacrificial pit again, and the last corpse was lying stiffly on its back at the top of the pile of corpses, its limbs spread out strangely like a spider, its head raised with eyes that were not closed, staring at the sky, like a spider trying to embrace the sun.

But now there is no sun or moon in the sky. At the moment the sacrificial pit is filled, the whole world suddenly falls into darkness. It is not like the feeling of suddenly turning off the lights, but it is as if... everything, including light and color, disappears in an instant and ceases to exist.

Immersed in the pitch-black darkness, Qis also lost his "existence". His body was nowhere to be found and his soul was wandering aimlessly. He didn't even know whether he was standing or sitting, which direction he was facing, or why he was here.

I don't know how long it took, maybe just a breath, maybe a spring and autumn of a big tung tree, before the sound finally rang out again in the void. At first it was the low sound of chanting, as if they wanted to pray to the gods, but were afraid to alarm some dangerous existence. Countless people chanted in a mosquito-like voice, and the gathering into a torrent turned out to be a vast sound tide.

Gradually, the sound became louder and clearer, and specific words could be heard.

"Om Ah Hum, may the savior protect all living beings..."

"What is Kabala..."

"Om Ah Hum, may the God of Fortune bestow His grace upon me..."

"A dead skull..."

"Om Ah Hum, the gods in the graveyard protect the dead souls..."

Hymns and prayers sounded in an unexpected harmony, as if this song was meant to be sung this way since the beginning of the world.

Light appeared, faint, dotted golden spots scattered everywhere rose quietly, gathered together, and gradually took shape.

The golden fruit was held up by the vines, attracting more and more light points to form a star ring, which then began to slowly rotate with the tides of the wind. Thus, the planet was formed.

More light spread in all directions, illuminating space. Qisi realized that there was something beyond the planet. He looked up and saw a giant spider coiled on a galaxy made of spider webs. Each limb was pulling a golden planet, and its huge abdomen was a star surrounded by planets.

The shadow of a woman in white clothes and white hair appeared on the spider's back. The colors on her body turned into flowing snowflakes, pouring down to form towering snow mountains, which then melted into water and flowed through every corner. All the land soaked in the snow water grew plants and produced birds and beasts.

People appeared at the foot of the snow-capped mountains. From the earliest crawling to learning how to make fire to keep warm, some people tried to walk out of the mountains and find a more comfortable place to stay; some people seemed to have a sense of something and bowed their heads to pray to the mountains.

At a certain moment, all the images disappeared. Qis found that he had replaced the ancestor god without knowing when, standing in the midst of a golden ball of light.

The Tibetan robe he was wearing was replaced by a pair of red suit trousers. The scarlet hem of his clothes was reflected by the golden light, giving him a flaming golden hue. His outline melted into a hazy mass in the warm and bright light and shadow.

There was no snow or cold here, and he was not sure whether he was still in the "Snow Mountain" copy.

But where else could it be if not there? Sunset Ruins? The weird game backstage? The temple?

Qis couldn't understand it. He and Qi's billions of years of experience had never involved this aspect.

Perhaps what the unknown creature with his face on his shoulders said was right. Qi is not omniscient and omnipotent. On the contrary, there are many things that he cannot figure out...

However, has he cleared the level now? Because he has completed the sacrifice, as the lama said before, he can leave the dungeon and have the qualifications to compete for the authority of the ancestor god - the creator god of the next generation of the pantheon?

But how could it be so easy? How could it be so easy? How could he be the only one here?
Qis stared at the golden ball of light in front of him. He could feel that the ball of light was the world he lived in, and he could change this world, or rather... create it.

He seemed to possess the reality of the ancestor god, and titles and false reputations seemed no longer important... But what should he do? What did the rules require him to do?
As if sensing his doubts, an emotionless voice sounded from the bottom of his mind:

[As an ancestor god, you will sacrifice everything you have, including the past and the future; you will give up everything you desire, including your existence; then, all living beings will obtain them...] (End of this chapter)