Becoming God starting with the word game in Lord of Mysteries

Yu Minghao has been acting a little strange lately.

For several days now, he has felt that someone is watching him in the dark.

Even when I'm sleeping, it feels like someone is peering out the window and observing me.

But every time he opened his eyes, there was nothing but night and a gentle breeze.

"I have a feeling that someone is spying on me lately."

On the way home after evening self-study, Yu Minghao said to his friend walking beside him.

You're overthinking it.

My friend glanced around and said, "Have you been staying up late playing games lately? You seem listless."

"The college entrance exam is just around the corner. Be careful not to back out at the last minute."

"Hey, you still don't trust my grades?"

Yu Minghao said with a grin, "You'd better work harder yourself."

Be careful on your way home.

The two parted ways at an intersection, and Yu Minghao continued walking towards home.

The night was quiet, and at first he didn't feel anything, but after a while, the feeling of being followed reappeared and even became more obvious.

"Why do I feel a chill?" Yu Minghao shivered and jogged home as fast as he could.

But as he passed an alleyway, the chilling feeling of being watched felt like a tangible tentacle, climbing up from his tailbone and making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

Yu Minghao subconsciously quickened his pace, glancing behind him out of the corner of his eye.

The streets were deserted, with only the streetlights casting a dim yellow light on the asphalt, and a few withered leaves being pushed along by the evening breeze.

"Am I overthinking it?" Yu Minghao gripped the strap of his backpack tighter.

Until a very low, inhuman gasp came from deep within the alley.

Yu Minghao paused, not daring to turn around, but his peripheral vision caught a huge shadow slowly elongating on the right wall.

The shadow's head protrudes in a kiss-shaped outline, its limbs are on the ground, its back is arched like a crescent moon, and unnatural bone spurs seem to grow from its joints.

It expanded silently on the wall, quickly covering the brick joints of the entire wall.

Yu Minghao's breath caught in his throat.

The next moment, he took off running.

"What is that?"

Yu Minghao was shocked and couldn't be sure if he was seeing things or what.

But he soon heard heavy thuds of four feet landing behind him, each one making the ground tremble slightly, and the sound was getting closer and closer.

He dared not look back, but he saw the thing's true form in the reflection of the shop window in front of him.

It was a werewolf, the kind of werewolf that only appears in fairy tales.

Its body was covered in gray-black mane, and its eyes were a cold and sickly fluorescent green, making it ferocious and terrifying.

"What's going on? Am I dreaming?"

Yu Minghao was terrified. He turned into a narrow alley, trying to use the narrow terrain to shake it off.

But he had only taken three steps when he abruptly stopped.

At the other end of the alley stood a person.

The man was wearing a dark, long trench coat with the hood pulled low, and a mask on his face.

Tiny black flames floated around him.

He didn't exude the ferocious, bestial aura of a werewolf; instead, he possessed something far more chilling.

Cold-blooded and cruel.

"Gamers, you are extraordinary too."

Yu Minghao wasn't stupid. Realizing what was happening, he was startled. "You're chasing me?"

"Why? What have I done to offend you?"

"You chose this path yourself: to betray the 'Covenant of Silence,' join the 'Church of Eternal Darkness,' and become a follower of an evil god."

The masked man spoke in a measured, unhurried voice.

Yu Minghao was taken aback, then he remembered that he had switched factions a few days ago because of the PvP incident.

He was both speechless and furious. "It's just a stupid game, and you guys want to kill people? Are you crazy?"

"A faithless person like you wouldn't understand us."

The man spoke calmly.

Still have faith.

Yu Minghao was going crazy. He quickly remembered the recent murder cases and felt a chill in his heart.

"Were all those people who died these days players? Were they all killed by you?"

"You're right, but I'll give you death."

"屮."

They're lunatics, a bunch of lunatics, completely unreasonable.

Yu Minghao instantly donned a black trench coat, and a bell appeared in his hand.

[Night Bell: Puts the target to sleep upon use]

[Night Watchman's Trench Coat: Can withstand one fatal attack]

Yu Minghao gritted his teeth and shook the bell in his hand, but no sound came out.

But both the werewolf and the masked killer instantly lost control of their bodies and fell into a deep sleep.

"efficient."

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yu Minghao quickly fled out of the alley.

But he quickly turned back, his face pale.

Because two more figures appeared from nowhere.

One of them was wearing a long black robe and was muttering incantations.

"An all-knowing and all-powerful God, the Creator of everything..."

The other person was tall and burly, with a hint of sea breeze about him, which brought a great sense of oppression.

"So many people, why are you doing this...?"

Yu Minghao was so scared that his brain and legs went weak.

He was just a high school student who, by chance, came across an extraordinary game and had never seen anything like it before.

Four extraordinary beings came to kill him.

A sense of despair and fear rose in Yu Minghao's heart, and his legs began to tremble.

At the same time, the werewolf and the serial killer, who had fallen asleep because of the "Night Bell," also awoke.

"Be more careful in your next life, and know what you should and shouldn't do."

In a deep voice, the werewolf's explosive power was terrifying and suffocating. The moment its hind legs pushed off the ground, the concrete floor exploded with spiderweb-like cracks.

That enormous mouth opened to an impossible angle, enough to bite a person's spine in one bite.

At the same time, the assassins ahead also made their move.

His gait was extremely strange, with no sound under his feet. It was as if he was being pulled by an invisible thread, gliding silently along the ground.

The hand covered in black and red bone spurs aimed straight for Minghao's throat, clean, precise, and deadly, without the slightest hesitation or superfluity.

Two deadly attacks came simultaneously from two directions.

Yu Minghao's mind went blank.

He didn't even have time to feel fear; his body froze on the spot.

Just then, darkness fell.

The werewolf's pounce was intercepted mid-air.

Those shadows, like countless tentacles, entangled its limbs and torso, suspending it in mid-air, unable to move.

"Who is it?"

The werewolf struggled to let out a muffled roar, but the shadows tightened, digging into its flesh and pressing down on its bones with a teeth-grinding creak.

The other three were not in much better shape either; the shadows spread up from their feet and coiled around their bodies like pythons.

Especially the hooded 'Listener,' he instinctively felt a sense of unease.

That is a fear of those in high positions that originates from the depths of one's soul.

"Holy crap, I'm going to die, I'm going to die."

Yu Minghao felt his pants were already wet, and he felt like his soul was about to leave his body.

The werewolves and killers are still at a level that humans can imagine, but what the hell are these shadows?

In Yu Minghao's eyes, the thick shadows had enveloped the entire alley, blocking out the moonlight.

"Your Excellency manipulates the shadows and should be a member of our 'Silent Covenant.' Why are you getting in our way?"

The werewolf and the masked killer broke free from the shadows, distancing themselves from Yu Minghao, their voices tinged with apprehension.

But all that could be seen was the shadow as if it were being kneaded and shaped by an invisible hand.

Peeling away from the darkness was a tall, thin silhouette draped in a long robe, shoulders, then arms, and finally an ancient and terrifying-looking Nuo mask.

Li Qianyi stood in the shadows, yet his image was already imprinted in everyone's eyes.