I Can Extract My Identity and Join the Death Game

I can extract my identity and join the game of death Author: Feixiang Liuli

Introduction:

Zhao Yesui runs a private custom shop, and his job is to customize death for others.

On a certain day of a certain year, when he customized an exclusive death for a customer as always, he found himself involved in a game of death with no end in sight.

What surprised Zhao Yeshi even more was that, unlike other players, he seemed to be able to extract identities in the game?

However, as he extracted more and more identities, trouble also followed.

The NPCs in the game... chased after him in reality.

Not only that, but many of his identities are also known to everyone by word of mouth.

Such as Legendary Investigator, Unthinking Juggernaut, Archon of Fantasy Kingdom, Lord of Steam, Weaver of Fate, Loving Father, Lord of Death and Soul, etc.

And those women with prestigious titles also followed, the queen of the fantasy country, the ruling angel who called herself a bad woman, the immortal of Shenzhou who inherited the precious blood...

In this regard, Zhao Yejia could only deny it righteously, and packed up and ran away to escape the end of his own blood.

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p.s. The introduction is weak, please try the text.

Chapter 1 3507 Encore Street

A city is a huge tomb, and the older the city, the more so.

The alleys that pass by by chance may be the former residence of a certain emperor; the campus full of people may have buried an army that did not return; the dry well covered with moss, the rotten bones in it may have been the beauties who turned all beings upside down.

great man. secret. conspiracy. power. war.

Time flies, only the city itself still exists here, looking down coldly at all beings and burying everything.

In the modern age of rapid development of information, the secrets of the past are gradually transformed into another form and spread in the cities, and many urban anecdotes emerge as the times require.

Lu Shixi stood in front of a quaint flower-carved wooden door, quietly examining the aluminum alloy door number that was incompatible with the wooden door.

"3507 Encore Street...?"

Lu Shixi finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the numbers painted with white paint on the house number.

Logically speaking, she should be afraid, and even if she is brave, she should turn around and leave immediately.

—Because there is no 3507 on Encore Street.

The non-existent 3507 Encore Street seemed to have had urban rumours a few years ago, but it wasn't until the last two years that it really caught on.

According to rumors, only those whose hearts are ashes and want to die can see it, and all those who have seen it have died without exception.

Lu Shixi has specially investigated this matter. Except for those who just followed the trend, the people who actually saw No. 3507 Anke Street were indeed dead, and they did not die immediately, but died in a scene a few days later. in an accident.

In the last records they left behind during their lifetimes, the details are blurred, as if wiped out by an invisible existence, but the words "customization", "death" and "fulfillment of wishes" still remain. It was also the reason why Lu Shixi came here.

She came to beg for death.

After taking a deep breath, Lu Shixi stepped up the steps and pushed open the wooden door.

The crisp sound of the wind chimes collided, and in front of Lu Shixi was the entrance that was no different from ordinary people's homes. When Lu Shixi walked all the way, what he saw was a secret room, except for the one who came by himself. There isn't anything outside the tunnel that looks like one can leave.

It seemed that he sensed Lu Shixi's arrival, but the boy who was facing away from her, turned around looking at the bookcase, and thoughtfully gestured to the round table in front of her.

"Please sit down."

Lu Shixi sat down silently, silently examining the boy who was also seated.

For a moment, she wondered if she had gone to the wrong place.

According to her past experience, she should encounter a devil with cunning flames in her eyes at such a time, and no matter how bad it is, she should be a fortune-teller wrapped in black robes, but this young man in front of him what...

To be honest, Lu Shixi even thought that he came to the Niulang shop and ordered the top card in the shop.

No, it's probably too much to say that the so-called Cowherd is too high. Can those people who are running for money really have such a dusty temperament like the one in front of them?

Seeing that she didn't speak, the young man blinked and gestured to Lu Shixi for the hot tea on the table: "Is only black tea okay?"

After hesitating for a while, Lu Shixi replied cautiously, "Thank you, but no need."

"Well, I understand, it seems that there is no love for life." The young man nodded understandingly, as if he had seen a lot of people like this, and then said sternly: "Then, it seems that you are right The shop has also heard about it, so I don’t need to explain it again.”

"Since you can come here, it proves that your desire for death is greater than everything in life. Even if I don't help you, you will find your own way to die, so you hope to get a relatively easy relief. ,Is it right?"

"Yes." Lu Shixi finally remembered the purpose of his coming here, nodded slightly, and said, "Also, I heard, um, the death of your shop can be customized?"

When the word "your shop" was mentioned, Lu Shixi's face became obviously strange.

From the perspective of providing services alone, the death of customization may indeed be regarded as a store... right?

"Indeed, in fact, most of the guests have chosen customized service." The teenager replied: "Except for a few guests who have no other choice but to die."

Lu Shixi was already prepared, and immediately put a scroll of sheepskin on the table, and pushed it gently to let it naturally unfold to the boy's side.

The teenager stretched out his hand to smooth the scroll and read it carefully.

Lu Shixi had been observing his reaction, and when he noticed that the boy was completely unmoved, he let out a light breath.

After a while, the teenager raised his head and looked at Lu Shixi: "Well, it's a little troublesome, but it can still be achieved."

"According to what you wrote above, the place of death is 32 degrees 12 minutes north latitude and 118 degrees 18 minutes east longitude. This is in this city, and it is not difficult to find. 14 code words, this is not difficult. Others such as death time astrology The weather and other factors are not difficult to gather, only the last thing you need to confirm."

"'Piercing the heart with a silver blade', does the silver blade here need to be made of sterling silver? Are there any requirements for the style of the weapon? For example, a ritual knife or something?"

The handsome young man's face was full of seriousness, and he meticulously confirmed the situation. Lu Shixi couldn't help but feel a subtle sense of dislocation after listening to him discussing his own death in a serious manner.

But when the teenager didn't get a response for a long time, and cast his doubtful eyes on her, Lu Shixi came back to his senses, coughed lightly and said, "No, as long as there is silver plating, there is no requirement for style."

"This way..." The young man tapped his forehead and stated calmly: "The sense of ritual you asked for is too strong. It's not difficult to pick out any point, but together it becomes very troublesome. things. So, there are probably two options now.”

"One is a more tragic way of dying. The murder weapon will continue to rhythm after it is inserted into your heart, and you will be dismembered. The other is much better, but it may take a little longer. If you are not in a hurry If you want to be reincarnated, I personally recommend you choose this one."

"The first one is fine." Lu Shixi interrupted the boy's words and said, "I'm in a hurry."

...There are people who are in a hurry to reincarnate.

"..." The boy opened his mouth, but didn't say anything in the end, he just shrugged helplessly: "It would be very miserable, and it would not look good. The guests who came to me are no longer confused about death. That's why I send them the last journey. And what they are after is a quiet death. Some people don't want to experience the pain of life before they die. Some people don't know the correct way to kill themselves. Some people want to be peaceful. To die... In any case, your request is contrary to my philosophy."

Lu Shixi stared at the boy who seemed to be a little distressed, and suddenly remembered a word that appeared most often in the records of those former visitors before they died.

"gentle".

She hadn't been able to understand why a life-depriving being would be given such an adjective, but now she understands a little.

"That's it." Lu Shixi nodded: "This is my choice."

"Okay." The boy finally agreed to Lu Shixi's request: "Then, the contract is established."

However, Lu Shixi suddenly became serious and asked word by word, "So, what is the price?"

"All." The boy just said that, and then he coughed lightly: "Cough. Just kidding."

"You don't need to pay any price. It is the greatest price for me to execute this ruling."

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Three days later.

Lu Shixi followed the request of the teenager before leaving No. 3507 Anke Street and came to an elegant western restaurant at sunset.

After ordering something casually, Lu Shixi sent the waiter away and looked at everything in the store nervously.

From furniture such as tables and chairs, to cutlery such as knives and forks, Lu Shixi looked at it carefully, especially when he noticed the silver cutlery, he subconsciously thought of his own requirements, and then he thought of inserting them into his heart time look.

Can't blame her for being a soldier. Anyone who has known about the "deeds of glory" at 3507 Encore Street will have the same reaction, even more violently, when they realize that its next target is themselves.

And the expected accident did not come so soon. Just as the waiter brought the appetizers to Lu Shixi, she caught a certain word in the words of the guests at the next table:

[tidal]

That was one of the 14 code words she provided.

The waiter in front of him lifted the lid, and just a moment ago, Lu Shixi saw the decorative patterns on the lid.

[olive branch]

As if the fate was gradually revealed and inescapable, fourteen secret words appeared one after another, which made Lu Shixi fall into a strange state of excitement.

The setting sun gradually sank into the sea, and the blood-like setting sun spilled in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, dyeing the store an orange.

At this moment, Lu Shixi heard the whispers of the waiter at the counter:

"I really don't know why the store manager wants to replace such a fan. Isn't the silver easily corroded? It will have to be cleaned all day long."

"Who knows, the store manager always thinks that as soon as it comes out, let her go..."

Lu Shixi couldn't hear the next words.

Combined with the suggestion made by the teenager before, she already understood what the "weapon" was, and she also learned how to die at the same moment.

When the last ray of light is swallowed up by the ocean, and when day and night change, fate follows.

"Crack."

Like a symphony mixed with discordant tones, the exquisite retro ceiling fan in front of Lu Shixi's left slightly tilted, and the complicated mechanical structure disintegrated in an instant. Amidst the clutter of overturning, the fan fell, and the still-rotating fan blade slashed towards Shishio on the road like a sharp blade of judgment.

There was no way to avoid it, and Lu Shixi didn't want to avoid it either.

As a result, the "Silver Blade", which is one foot nine inches long and one quarter inch wide, pierced Lu Shixi's heart, and continued to destroy her body structure downward, sending blood everywhere.

The last code word, [Bone].

One minute and fourteen seconds later, Lu Shixi ushered in the end of his own customization amid the long siren.

Chapter 2 If you ask me to choose, I will choose, isn't that shameful?

"call."

Lu Shixi woke up from the bed, gasping for breath, only to calm down after a while, only to realize that he was already sweating profusely.

She looked at her left hand subconsciously, and the pitch-black inverse pentagram was emitting a faint glow, slowly spinning.

"Actually actually arrived at 'hell'..."

Lu Shixi caressed his chest, his heart was pierced by an icy sharp weapon, and the pain from the broken ribs still seemed to remain here, bringing with them twitching phantom pains.

There is no doubt that just now, she did indeed die once.

However, for Lu Shixi, this cumbersome death was just a ritual to help her transform into a certain ability.

"Since it is successful, it proves that he is not a player, but if he is not a player, how does he have this ability... Is it an NPC who escaped from the scene?"

Lu Shixi couldn't help recalling the death she had just experienced, as if her fate was doomed, and the feeling of her heart being clenched made her heart skip a beat even now.

"Is it fate, or is it the high concept of death?"

What Lu Shixi didn't expect was that the existence she imagined mastering the "high-level concept of fate and death" was stunned by the changes brought about by killing her.

Zhao Yesui, male, seventeen years old, general mobile worker, and the owner of No. 3507 Anke Street.

At this moment, he closed the book, watched a lot of black mist dissipate in his hand, and heaved a sigh of relief.

- These black fogs have been haunting Zhao Yesui like a gangrene since he had the ability to think independently. As the years passed, their numbers increased, and at the worst, he could hear eerie whispers all the time.

This situation continued for a long time, and Zhao Yesui was weakened by them for a while, and even had the idea of ​​/remake.

Until he discovered the real use of these black mists.

As long as a certain amount of black fog is consumed, a person's death can be "designed".

In a sense, this is like a god-like authority. Life and death are only a matter of thought. Being in this state for a long time will unknowingly distort a person's mind, making him feel superior to others, resulting in many inconsistencies. realistic ideas.

When the power is strong enough to break the order, whether it is a chivalrous or an evil one, it will eventually become an inhuman.

After realizing this, Zhao Yesui immediately restrained his behavior, but if the black mist continues to grow, he will fall into the same situation as before.

So, after a long period of exploration, Zhao Yesui established 3507 Anke Street.