Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Since Jiang Chaan was picked up by "that person", he has accompanied him through these long years. He has seen the life and death of gods and humans, and his bones are stained with the foundation of the terrifying world.

But she hates being controlled.

Life does not belong to oneself, to surrender to another person.

If possible, she would like to see the sea in the ordinary human world.

Wouldn't the sun be better there?

At the beginning, she was ignorant and didn't know anything. Jiang Chaan was killed by players countless times in the horror dungeon. She had experienced the cruelest death method and the coldest abandonment, but she had never experienced the most intense passion. sincerely.

When you cry at that time, you should really cry. The tears are because of the grievance and not for acting.

Because in the infinite reincarnation of time, only he will remember her, independent of all worlds, and he is the only one left in her world to prove her existence.

But "He" would always push her away casually.

God is emotionless.

Overlooking the pain and struggle of human beings, birth, old age, illness and death again and again.

Nothing is touched.

How could he take a little human girl with him?

Being able to pick her up from that rainy day was already a great gift.

Jiang Chaan can't see him often, but she still feels at ease. He is a god and has no emotions. She is not. She essentially has human emotions and desires.

Then she became him.

If you can really go back, the first thing you should do is quit the habit of accompanying someone.

For tens of thousands of years, there has been only one lonely person and one god in the void, which will also have a subtle impact.

Maybe not for him.

It is impossible for "He" to care.

"We have collected six campus ghost stories so far. Everyone should avoid these. Don't violate the rules before they find us."

Unconsciously, it was late at night, and the evening self-study was quiet and the lights were brightly lit.

Other students were sitting in their seats writing homework, occasionally borrowing a pen or something. The atmosphere was no different from the evening self-study in ordinary high schools, just more casual.

The seven players had already changed into the school uniforms of No. 13. Their overly pale faces seemed to have completely integrated into the class, and they were sitting in the last row discussing the rules of the game in a low voice.

Their names can be identified from the name tags they wear.

"These transfer students are really weird." Jiang Siqi said in a strange tone.

Jiang Chaan's eyes were looking at one of the women, who looked cold and heroic, and was very withdrawn.

One of the other two male players is a jobless vagrant who has been to the police station a few times. His overall temperament is not very good and he is very evil. He squints at the female students in the classroom and smiles from time to time.

One is an ordinary department manager. His daily life is dull and boring. He wears glasses and looks like a good old man. He mumbles about being taken advantage of at work.

Two women remained.

One woman was dressed very beautifully, while the other woman was relatively simple and heroic, and she was also very calm. She didn't talk much from the beginning to the end, and she never participated in the team.

Jiang Chaan focused his attention on the last woman.

"I saw the heroine script in her."

She speaks to the rules of the world with her consciousness.

There will be a "rule" in every horror copy, which can be called the consciousness of the small world. (End of chapter)