Infinite spooky game

Snow-capped mountain, summit, howling wind.

The gleaming blue glacier was dim and lifeless under the night sky, surrounded by a dense mass of dark shadows. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be the corpses of various birds and beasts, all arranged in a kneeling position.

Yaks and goats knelt and prostrated themselves in contorted postures, while humans were interspersed among them, appearing insignificant in both number and size.

—Throughout the vast expanse of time and space, humans are also among the beasts.

But how did they climb to this point, given how high the snow-capped mountain is? Why did they come here? Or perhaps, who brought them up here?
There is no answer. In the beliefs of many religions, the snow-capped mountain is both the beginning and the end. When all beings are about to die, they are buried at the starting point of their souls, as if on a pilgrimage; everything is so natural.

A lone white raven stood before the glacier. Millions of years of mountain winds had carved patterns into the once smooth ice wall, and from certain angles, the patterns resembled the silhouette of a woman.

Golden lights converged on the mountaintop from all directions, and illusory human faces flickered on the dome. Quran, Fragrant City, Jerusalem... Countless locations occupied by the Balance Church erected magnificent altars, and believers dressed in white robes solemnly plunged daggers into their hearts.

Thick, pungent blood soaked through the pristine white sacrificial robes, dripping onto the ground and spreading like veins of grass roots. Thousands of miles away, amidst the snow-capped mountains and icy cliffs, the woman's outline gradually became clearer, revealing the face of a white raven.

The cold wind carries the howls of wild beasts, and all living beings throughout history cheer for the return of the new god. A pure white phantom spreads its arms behind a white raven, and countless white birds flutter their wings and take flight, like messengers of the gods delivering divine pronouncements to all corners of the world.

[Identity Card: Dream Orator]

[Effect: Upright, your dreams will come true; reversed, your ideals will crumble. (A draw can be performed after offering sufficient sacrifices.)]

Bai Ya calmly lowered his eyes, looking at the system interface in the upper right corner of his vision. The phantom of the identity card was covered with a layer of watery red, and as time went by, the color gradually deepened, turning into crimson, scarlet, ochre, until it was completely enveloped by brilliant golden light.

The number of cards drawn accumulated, finally settling at "9". White Raven declared, word by word, "I am the Ancestral God."

The drawing of cards begins, upright, upright, upright... Nine upright cards are lined up in the air in front of you. This cannot be explained by good luck. Moreover, everyone who has been struggling in this strange game for many years knows that so-called fate has already been written by the supreme rules.

But it doesn't matter anymore. Having come this far, there's no turning back. To a great being deeply favored by the Creator, humanity has always been so insignificant and fragile.

The white raven tilted its head slightly, watching the woman in the ice wall descend the ice steps one by one, and raised its hand to touch her cheek. The biting cold seeped through her skin and into her bones, along with a complex collection of memories.

The sun, moon, and stars of billions of years flow before his eyes; the vast grasslands, the boundless sea, the endless desert... In this vast world, living beings are but insignificant members. The eyes of the ancestral god bear countless things and impartially and selflessly engrave all information into memory. Over the years, this becomes an amount of information that cannot be borne by humans, meaning that reason is replaced by madness.

Specific memories were diluted by meaningless information, and once vivid faces became blurred. Bai Ya had anticipated this, and maintaining his composure, he silently recited at the bottom of his mind: "I know you will end this era of civilization and create a new world; I also know that for gods, good and evil, right and wrong, race, class, and gender are all indistinguishable. "Compared to the uncontrollable 'contract,' you have no emotions or selfishness, and the shape of the new world is merely a matter of a thought for you. Therefore, I am willing to accept your resurrection within my body."

"I hope you can create a new world of 'absolute fairness and universal harmony' as I wish, and bring back to life those who sacrificed for this ideal."

In her hazy memory, several phantom figures became clear. Zou Yan, dressed in a white coat, gave her a gentle yet awkward smile, casually asking if she wanted to go visit the nearby orphanage together. The woman who always addressed her formally as "Ms. White Crow" in her letters was actually quite meddlesome in private, yet always liked to put on a calm and rational demeanor.

Wearing a tight-fitting short jacket, Nianfu sat at her desk, still looking the same as when she died, her tone light: "Sister, you gave me this life, and I'd die for you anytime. Just please don't lie to me again, it will really make me sad..."

Asakura Yuko walked towards her carrying a box of documents, her face as expressionless as ever: "Leader, these are the manuscripts I've written over the years. They've already been desensitized, so I don't think we need to use a shredder. If you still can't stand them, just bury them somewhere."

From the moment she decided to ascend to the divine throne, White Raven was concerned and kind to everyone. She genuinely sympathized with those struggling in suffering and offered help without expecting anything in return. She also sincerely placed them on the great altar before she became a god.

All things are equal in the eyes of the gods. Bai Ya is not a true god, so he always harbors selfishness towards those he knows well, yet he is not stingy in offering himself as a sacrifice.

A beam of golden-red light converged on the woman's face, and a mask with a hollowed-out, eerie smiling face appeared out of thin air. Golden vine patterns along the edges grew wildly as if they were alive, piercing into her flesh in a way that was both real and illusory.

[Name: Divine Face]

[Type: props]

[Effect: When worn, it isolates you from all the strange, mysterious, and religious superstitions.]

[Note: Legend has it that a believer who turned away from God used it to imprison a god; others say that God willingly put it on and abandoned His people.]

Forcing the legendary heartless and emotionless ancestral god to compromise is not easy. A human body plus a mere thirty years of memories is insignificant as a bargaining chip, but one thing is certain: both humans and gods are subject to rules.

Therefore, as part of the plan, Bai Ya took time out of his busy schedule to personally go to Jerusalem and dig out the "face of God" that had been buried deep in the ruins left by the largest resistance organization at the end of the last century and the beginning of this century.

At this moment, the [Divine Mask] that could seal gods was perfectly embedded in her face. The divine power, spirit, memories, and authority belonging to the ancestral god were all sealed beneath it. A long sigh rang in Bai Ya's ears, like a mother facing a naughty child, helpless yet indulgent.

Bai Ya seemed not to hear, muttering softly to himself, "This mask was originally prepared for the 'Contract,' but now it seems it fits us perfectly. The [Sword of Godslayer] is also mine, and I've given it to the right person. I hope we won't one day perish together." (End of Chapter)