The World of Evil God game.

In another world, the God of Death had just knocked over a newly revived Grim Reaper with his shield and forced him to sign a contract to sell himself, and then took a look at the death rankings.

A group of IDs that I had never seen before replaced the group of ancient gods and were madly gaining points. Among the top ten, only the God of Pain was a familiar figure. As for the other weird IDs, it was obvious that they really wanted to surpass the God of Pain. The death numbers were jumping wildly, as if they were fake.

Hmm? Brush it?

"How could they possibly surpass me with this kind of score? Every time I died, I tried my best but was killed instantly. I really wanted to fight but couldn't. They all died on purpose. The value of this kind of death is shockingly low. I don't even bother to watch it."

"And I borrowed the game time from the God of Time. I don't know how long it took me to die to get this data. Can they die faster than me?"

The God of Death sharply criticized the behavior of cheating on the death list. After all, although there are differences in the concept of death in this universe, the correct death has not disappeared, and the true definition of death is still in one's own hands!

As a death capitalist, if I say that this way of dying is worthless, then it is worthless!

Of course, the death tolls of these strange IDs would sometimes pause suddenly, and then jump up again after a while.

The God of Death didn't know that it was because the mortal level players hired by the demons had died of overwork, and they needed to find a new level player, so there was a window period.

Looking at the ancient death gods who were defeated by him and forcibly recruited as his employees, the God of Death suddenly felt better. Thinking that his company would soon be able to expand, he could not help but verbally make promises and promises:

"Although you have been defeated by me and are being taken away by me as slaves, and have to work 25 hours a day and overtime all year round, and all your benefits have been cut, you have gained a glorious job and a bright future. When our [Death No Liability Unlimited Company] becomes bigger and stronger, I will let each of you become the general manager of a branch company. Of course, your salary and benefits will increase slightly."

The God of Death gave a passionate speech, but his speaking skills were of course far inferior to those of the God of Sacrifice, so these ancient gods of death were not fooled by this big pie at all. They just lay on the ground and gave up all resistance, as if they would rather commit suicide a second time than go to work.

"MD, according to the universal time of the universe, I work 25 hours a day and still have to work overtime. What kind of overtime is this?"

There are ancient gods of death protesting.

The God of Death smiled and said, "Of course, it's tomorrow's overtime. Tomorrow's overtime will be moved to today, and tomorrow will be the overtime of the day after tomorrow. As long as the clock of time has not stopped, you will never have to worry about losing your job."

Having said that, if the death salesmen in the real universe heard this, they probably wouldn’t agree.

After all, those death salesmen are truly unemployed, but they also know that if they are pulled by the God of Death to develop new business, they will die if they cannot win, and if they die and cannot win, they will not be given new business if they are resurrected. Sure enough, it is better to be unemployed.

In the real universe, the God of Death was sitting in front of the game console, while Tanya rushed into the fictional church in a hurry!

"Brother, hurry up and protect our game consoles. Something big has happened!"

Later, he learned that the God of Death had not read the forum at all, and immediately informed the God of Death about Reva gathering everyone to defend the gaming equipment, and the latter became excited on the spot when he heard it!

"Twelve Death Gods? Are they the guys that were defeated by Brother Dog? They're actually standing up again?"

"I have to do this! I'm here for them!"

The God of Death was also preparing to jump the coordinates, but he took another look at the Grim Reapers who were lying on the ground after being beaten in the game, and thought that if he was inexplicably burned and his account was deleted and offline, then wouldn’t there be no way to rescue these employees he had just recruited?

After all, the God of Fiction has no corresponding information about them, so there is no way to capture them directly from the game. They can only be allowed to jump around in the original universe as semi-fictional creatures.

"Emmmm, I thought about it and decided to give some material support first, right?"

Tanya: “How?”

Death God: "When you go online, tell Reva. If their gaming equipment is burned out, I will provide them with a new batch. Feel free to go and get killed!"

As he spoke, he transferred money to Tanya's account and also transferred money to Gou Ge.

"Brother Death, you dropped too many gold coins this time." Tanya was very surprised. Although the God of Death liked to drop gold coins when he had nothing to do, this was an ultra-large-scale network battle, and it would also destroy real-world equipment. This was a huge expense!

The audience of the "Dark God" game is not just one planet, but many worlds!

God of Death: "It doesn't matter. The money will be earned back soon. After all, I have recruited new employees who will not die, and they have voluntarily reduced their salaries. If they work hard and work overtime, they can make it back."

As for the ancient death gods who would fake death due to overwork, how can fake death be considered death? Moreover, death is now just a psychological disease. So fake death is just an illusion. Going to the hospital and paying 500 yuan is a waste. Going to the Thinking Church and charging some IQ tax, and being rushed by anger, you will be sober immediately!

And in the final analysis, people fake their deaths because they don't have enough workload. If the workload was enough, there would be no time to die. This is called the no time to die system.

If it was before this incident, Tanya would most likely criticize her brother.

But after learning about the situation in the game and finding out that the twelve Grim Reapers who escaped from Dog Brother's hands had teamed up with that special NPC to destroy the equipment that everyone had earned with their hard-earned money, Tanya could only give this group of Grim Reapers a "very good" evaluation!

God of Death: "By the way, I can open a business for you. I just recently understood the truth that 'people will not die before they die'. As long as you understand this truth, I believe you will be able to hold out for a while longer under the opponent's attack."

"I have decided to share this rule of death with you, and I need each of you to provide a sharing fee of ten gold coins."

Tanya: "Brother, I think you should die with them."

But then again, even though she cursed hard, she was very happy to pay. Tanya bought this latest service and received a compliment from the God of Death:

"Dear Tanya, the Lord of Death will always serve you wholeheartedly! The gate of the Kingdom of Death is always open to you! If you give a good review, you can get cash back. If it's a bad review, you have to give me the cash back."

As the God of Death was speaking, he suddenly saw a garbled ID added to the death rankings.

It is impossible to tell what text or words this garbled ID contains. It seems like something is spelled out in a disorderly manner. It is hard to imagine how it was typed.

The death toll of this ID is rising rapidly! Now it is approaching those of the unfamiliar IDs!

In the abyss of consciousness, the phantoms of the demons twisted and twitched madly. They breathed heavily and sweated profusely. Although they were spiritual bodies and did not sweat, these were just some descriptive words that popped up in their minds!

Soon, they even lose the ability to think of these adjectives because there is no spare time!

"What's going on? We've been working on our death points for so many days, but we're about to be overtaken by others!"

"The format of this garbled ID is a bit weird!"

"Oh no, the power leveler is overworked again, and the score will soon be caught up!"

"Oh my god, this guy is too extreme. How many times has he died? How could he die so quickly?"

"Why do I feel like the speed at which this number is rising is wrong? This doesn't seem like the number of deaths itself, does it?"

"Yes, I felt a huge resonance in the spiritual realm coming from this ID, but it seemed not to belong to her. I heard the roars of humanity and divinity intertwined. It seemed that she had collected those powers and bestowed death on them!"

The demons were excited, as now was the critical moment to seize the concept of death. They took advantage of the great opportunity when the ancient gods stopped committing suicide and started to rack up death points. They even stayed up all night to watch videos online. All their energy and cognition were invested in studying "how to die faster". At this time, there was actually someone who wanted to compete with them!

Moreover, this guy doesn't even need to die to get a lot of points. Can killing people to get points also make it to the death rankings? How is this score calculated?

"It must be the recent 'Death God NPC' incident! The ancient Death God is suspected to have appeared in the game world. Anyway, this abnormal incident is related to them!"

Now it is a time of every second, a critical moment for survival! The devils will not give up the opportunity to spread the "death of cognition" that they have finally caught to those unknown guys, but the physical fitness of those mortals who are training for them is too poor!

"Feng Xiao! Now we have unanimously decided to give you an important task. Go and kill the owner of this ID online. You, go and kill her for us!"

The demons nominated the banned Crazy Demon to launch an offline attack, but the Crazy Demon responded as calmly as usual:

"If this was really done by some ancient god of death, and he doesn't even exist in this universe, how can I kill him? I can't even pay attention to him, and yet you're still talking about this!"

The demons briefly pondered and finally took a deep breath:

"Then there is no other choice but to kill the first and second place on the leaderboard alone. And the first place is the God of Death, and we can't beat him, so there is only one result!"

"You, go and kill the God of Pain!"