Infinite spooky game

"What do I have? What do I want?" Qis squatted beside the golden ball of light and thought seriously.

Materially, he had no worries about food, clothing, housing and transportation, and he had ample savings, half of which was inherited from his parents and relatives, and half was his own accumulation.

On an abstract level, he possesses Qi's billions of years of memory, Qis's thinking patterns and behavioral choices, and... several souls controlled by soul contracts.

As for his desire... to survive? To win the game? Or to become the new ancestor god?
Chase considered the various options one by one, but none of them seemed interesting. He seemed to be a person without any definite desires, and he often came up with whatever he wanted, just like a bug in the program code, or some kind of destabilizing factor specially created to cause disasters.

Using something that doesn't exist as a bargaining chip seems to be an extremely cost-effective deal, but will the rules really allow him to take advantage of this loophole?
Qisi is not a selfless god, nor does he have the spirit of sacrificing himself for the sake of all living beings.

He lowered his eyes to look at the ball of light for a while, then looked away with lack of interest, stood up and walked aimlessly in one direction.

The connection between the depths of the Mind Palace and the Soul Leaf was cut off by an invisible object, and his perception of the world was detached to the point of being unclear, as if all living things had disappeared in an instant, and he was the only one left in the world.

He must first figure out where he is, why he is here, and how he will leave.

A few golden dots of light fell from the light ball, floating and leaping in front of Qis, acting as a guide in a vague manner.

Qis walked following the light spot, and the scene around him changed unconsciously. On the solid color background, large tracts of ice walls rose from the ground. It was exactly the place where he met Zhou Ke from another world line before.

But the difference is that this time what is reflected in the ice wall is not his shadow, but the humans he has met in the past twenty-two years.

"Qisi, are you Qisi? You've grown up so big in the blink of an eye..." The woman's voice sounded gently, "Come, let mom see you. Mom hasn't seen you for a long time. I miss you so much..."

A woman in a white dress stood in the ice wall closest to the edge, gazing at Qis tenderly and sadly, waving to him like a mother calling her child.

Qi Si walked over, and another middle-aged man walked out from behind the woman, frowning: "Go away! This is not the place you should be! Go away!"

The parents in front of him were so real that there was nothing wrong with their expressions and tones. If Qis hadn't clearly remembered the location of the two skeleton specimens, he might have been dazed.

He stared at the two of them and asked with interest, "You were also selected into the weird game? Can you tell us what's going on?"

"It's been a long time, I can't remember many details..." The woman's outstretched hand was blocked by the ice wall. She dropped her arm in disappointment and said in a gentle voice, "Your father and I entered the game at the same time. We were both very scared at first, but luckily we were safe...

"After becoming official players, we studied the strategy carefully. We originally thought that we could live a few more years and at least watch you grow up. But your father made blind investments and used up all his points. I could only accompany him to match a new dungeon. I didn't expect that this dungeon would be so difficult..."

The man next to him coughed twice and changed the subject abruptly: "Qis, how have you been doing since your mother and I left? Before we died, we mortgaged our souls to the Lord God, and He promised to keep you away from the harassment of ghosts from now on. I don't know if He has fulfilled His promise..."

Qi Si raised his eyebrows slightly.

After he turned sixteen, he could no longer see ghosts in real life. It was not until he entered the weird game that he regained some of his clairvoyance abilities.

He originally thought that it was because he had grown up or his mental illness had been cured, but he didn't expect there was another reason behind it.

It made sense logically, but I still couldn't be sure it was 100% true. Maybe the rules read his memory and deliberately created an illusion to deceive him...

Qi Si walked around the man and woman with his parents' faces and continued forward.

A young girl with long hair appeared in a flash, looking stunned: "Qisi, why are you here? You are so old now, you should be in college now, right?"

Qi Si, who dropped out of high school, remained silent.

This was his middle school homeroom teacher. In a sense, he died because of him. He thought he would not remember such trivial passers-by in life, but he didn't expect to meet him here.

"Do those rascals still bully you? How did you do in the college entrance examination? Where are you studying now?" the head teacher asked eagerly. Qi Si pursed his lips and said nothing, quickening his pace, ignoring the concerned words.

As he walked forward, more and more old friends, familiar or unfamiliar, appeared in front of him or beside him. They were his classmates who had helped him with a little effort, the proprietress who gave him a big portion of food, and the pedestrians who pointed the way for him...

Because he was rejected by the world, he spent most of his life in reality immersed in strong malice, killing each other, causing deaths, injuries and disasters... But when he counted carefully, he did meet some people with kindness after all.

Even though it was insignificant compared to the malicious intent, it was still a significant number in the context of the huge base. Those people were here, in groups, with great momentum.

"Qisi, live well, mom and dad love you..."

"Qis, don't be afraid, I will help you, we all believe in you..."

"Young man, you are still growing at such a young age, you should eat more meat..."

A golden light flew out from the heart of each figure, gathering into a dazzling ball of light in the void high above, and condensed into a fist-sized fruit hanging in front of Qis.

Qi Si extended his index finger to touch it, and the relevant information flooded into his mind.

[Your "humanity"... can be used as a weight to be placed on the scale of the world... Only by placing a weight of sufficient weight can you obtain the authority of the ancestral god...]

"'Humanity'? I actually have this thing?" Qi Si touched his chin, feeling inexplicably curious.

He paused for a moment and asked seriously, "What do you mean by 'sufficient weight'? How many weights are needed?"

[Among all the contestants, the one with the largest total weight will obtain the authority of the ancestral god... If the contestant fails, the weight will not be returned...]

Qi Si almost understood that this was a bidding trap that did not return the sunk costs.

Although he has never felt that human nature is of any use, since the rules list this in a separate column, it is never a good thing to lose it inexplicably.

He ignored the golden fruit and walked straight through the layers of ice walls.

A strong wind blew down from the sky, and snowflakes and icicles hit his face. He found himself standing in the center of the altar without knowing when. A huge skull stood in front of him, and the feet were piled with freshly dead bones. They were the dead in the sacrificial pit.

This was exactly the scene he had seen in his dream last night, the only difference was that the person presiding over the sacrifice was himself.

The sky was pitch black, as if the dawn would never come. He felt as if he was in the dreamland of his ancestor gods, sharing a long dream from which he would never wake up.

Qi Si tilted his head slightly and looked in the direction where he and Jin Yusheng were in last night's dream.

This time, there was no half-dead Jin Yusheng lying there. Instead, a figure in a black suit and a black cloak walked towards them in the wind and snow. The wind blew up his bangs, revealing a young face.

It’s Lin Chen.

At the same time, a large amount of text information surged in Qis's mind.

[Your "believers"... can be used as weights to be placed on the scales of the world... Only by placing weights of sufficient weight can you obtain the authority of the ancestral god...]

[Qi, billions of years of recklessness have brought you bitter consequences. After that sacrifice, you are the last true believer left...] (End of this chapter)