Instance game: I signed a pact with the gods, and the gods accused me of cheating

In fact, he didn't pay any attention to what Fang Mo said just now.

It was just to cater to the self-talk of the Bad Leader, just to do their own thing and understand some information that they needed to know to continue to perform their duties as the elder.

He was not curious.

Lord Seto doesn't care why the internal test fraudster came back to life.

He also didn't want to care about what kind of deal the Bad Leader had with the Internal Test Fraudster, or what the two were planning.

He didn't even care about the secrets about the second largest district that many people were flocking to.

After all, what does this have to do with him, Lord Se?

It's like... after being a cabinet minister for so many years, he doesn't care about other cabinet ministers who are taking advantage of the power in their hands to cause trouble.

Although, in fact, before today, he had known for a long time that there were many bad apples in the cabinet, and even a few cabinet ministers were among the first to be affected.

He certainly did not go along with those in the cabinet who abused their power.

But at the same time, he had no intention of standing up to speak up for the victims and stop the chaos in the cabinet.

Because, Mr. Seto never thought that these things had anything to do with him...

What he cares about is...

"If there is no Shenlu server, there will be no Shenlu players... If there are no Shenlu players, there will be no Bad People organization... If there is no Bad People organization, there will be no Five Elders of the Cabinet, without the Five Elders of the Cabinet..."

At this point, the pupils of Mr. Seto hidden in the brim of the cafe clerk's baseball cap trembled.

"There is no meaning for me to exist anymore!"

"Then I'll have to go back to that hellish place!"

The next moment, Mr. Seto, who was dressed simply as a coffee shop clerk, had a look of resentment and anger in his eyes.

"No, the God Road server must not be shut down. If I hadn't become a God Road player, I would still be living in that pigpen-like place like a rat in the gutter, living in a world without sunlight all day long, being enslaved like a dog..."

When he said this, his eyes became enthusiastic and crazy...

In fact, the year Seto was born, he was abducted by human traffickers and sold to a mountain village.

Until now, he still doesn't know who his biological parents are.

Ever since I can remember, I had to squeeze in the pigsty with pigs every day.

As soon as I wake up, I have to work.

To take care of the so-called adoptive father who bought me because he was paralyzed in bed due to a car accident and needed someone to take care of him.

There is always something to do there every day.

Feed the pigs, cut grass, graze, and cook.

From time to time, my adoptive father, who was paralyzed in bed, would find any excuse to beat me after drinking... and I would become his punching bag for him to vent his emotions.

Until now, Mr. Seto has not dared to take a bath in the public bathhouse.

Because he was afraid that people would find the scars on his body. Under those shocking scars were his childhood that he couldn't bear to look back on...

Mr. Seto grew up in such an environment...

In the first half of his life, he lived worse than pigs and dogs.

His adoptive father had always made him live in a pigsty, a dirty and muddy environment where he couldn't even take a bath all year round. Every time he met children of the same age in the village, he could read the strange looks in their eyes, which hurt his heart more than the physical pain from his adoptive father.

He has no dignity, he doesn't live like a dog.

Sometimes he even feels like a dog...

In the village, all the children of his age called him Piggy.

Because the roads he walks on are all smelly, he has no friends.

Moreover, my adoptive father was not married, but he had a child for unknown reasons.

Parents of other children in the same village did not want their children to play with this weirdo and wanted to keep their children away from him.

He even told other children that he was the child of his adoptive father and a pig, so he lived in a pigsty every day!

That's how it was. When he was a child, Mr. Seto was labeled as a piglet...

In the minds of other children in the village, he was the child born to his adoptive father and a pig.

Therefore, he felt even more inferior and more afraid.

I am even afraid to look others in the eye.

I can't talk to others, let alone communicate with others.

The fact is, when a person is oppressed for a long time and is unable to resist, it is easy for him to develop mental illness.

For example, if one is unable to resist someone stronger than oneself, one will imitate the other person and vent all of his anger on someone weaker than oneself.

What he couldn't resist was his adoptive father who had all the power and advantage of an adult when he was young, so he gradually developed a dark personality that was exactly the same as his adoptive father's behavior.

Mr. Seto has a secret...

When I was 6 to 13 years old, old hens would die for no reason every few days at my adoptive father's house...

After the age of 13, the chickens, ducks and sheep in the family rarely suffered any disasters.

But from time to time, there were reports of missing children in the village...

When he was 15, he passed by the swamp in the village.

I saw an old man and his car stuck in a swamp.

The next day, the old man died in the swamp and his body was never found.

Only the rickshaw is left...

Witnesses said they saw him walking along the country road in the afternoon.

When I was 16 years old, a house in the village caught fire in the middle of the night and all five members of the family were burned to death.

Coincidentally, he did not sleep that night and made breakfast for the next day at the instigation of his adoptive father.

When she was 18 years old, a beautiful woman who married into the countryside went to wash clothes in the river and then disappeared without a trace, her life or death unknown.

That day, the path he took while grazing sheep happened to pass by the stream at the entrance of the village.

During the day, the beautiful woman had a conversation with him, and she called him a wild child.

When I was 20 years old, my adoptive father passed away.

The elders in the village said they wanted to find a marriage for him, but the women of his age who came looked down on him.

Not only did they look down on him, some even mocked him.

Later, those women died one after another...

Some died while working on the farm, and some were captured by savages accidentally encountered while cutting wood, and only their remains were left when they were found.

Some...slipped while fetching water and fell into the well.

He has always been harmless and has never dared to look other people in the eye. But even such a harmless person, with no psychological quality at all, can be scared to pee his pants if someone speaks a little louder.

He is a very divisive demon.

…He imitated his adoptive father and swung his fists and feet at the weaker existence.

And in this process, he found the joy of venting.

He found that bullying the weak was really a pleasure.

He actually found pleasure in resonating with his adoptive father.

He began to... enjoy bullying those who were weaker than himself.

He enjoys bullying and humiliation.

Only during the process of sadism did he feel that his existence had value and that he was alive.

The fear, terror, and trepidation of others' eyes fell into his eyes, like a catalyst.

It made the beast in his heart even more excited.

However, after he became an adult, he found his own happiness, which was to have all the dignity of those who seemed more glamorous than himself trampled upon, and to make this piglet, who was worse than pigs and dogs and as humble as dust in the eyes of the world, put on an even lower posture in front of him, a man who was so inferior in his bones that he had no self-respect.

I have no dignity, so I will crush your dignity.

This is so cool!

He enjoys tearing up the pretty face of a beautiful woman!

He enjoyed the pleasure of making those glamorous and wealthy people kneel on the ground, with humble faces, begging him not to kill them.

Now, he is even more addicted to the pleasure of torturing others.

For example, they broke into a family of three late at night and demanded that the husband and wife kill each other in front of them before they would spare their children.

The scene he enjoyed the most was that of a couple who had just gotten married. The woman seemed to want to relive the warmth of the wedding that night and even changed into a wedding dress.

As a result, that night, Mr. Seto broke into their house and interrupted the couple's fun.

Then, he asked his wife to chop her beloved husband into pieces of meat, one knife at a time.

That day, he witnessed a person's complete collapse.

It turns out that when people are extremely sad, they can really be sad to death.

In order to save her child's life, the wife had to kill her beloved husband with her own hands.

As a result, he lost control of his emotions and broke down crying, and came out while Mr. Seto was going to the toilet.

She died suddenly just like that.

Interesting, really very interesting...

He benefited even more from it.

"In fact, no one knows that I got a character card when I was 12 years old. Maybe it's because I'm an outlier. In addition, in my first copy, I produced a "copy attribute" item. What does this mean? It means that my actions are recognized by God. God is helping me!"

From the beginning to the end, from the first evil act, he has never been punished by the "reputation" mechanism.

The beginning of everything is the path of God...

It was the divine path that gave him the opportunity to turn his morbid and distorted behavior from imagination into reality.

He can't do without this identity.

Otherwise, he wouldn't know what fun there is in living.

He couldn't imagine what a world without God Road players would be like...

"I don't want to be a piggy again!"

Mr. Seto twisted himself into a ball, and his childhood experiences came back to his mind.

"Sir, I'm sorry. Since you want to empathize with the ants at the bottom of society, I can only repent for you."

"Those people are just toys. Why do you, a special person like you, start paying attention to toys?"

"It can't be shut down. The Shenlu server can't be shut down."

The next moment, Lord Seto slapped his cheeks tremblingly, and his face was twisted with his fingers until his facial features were distorted and hideous, but he seemed to hear nothing.

At the same time, he clenched his teeth, making a creepy sound, his teeth scraped across the corner of his mouth, and a trace of blood seeped into his mouth.

This familiar smell seems to help dispel the fear in my heart.

Because in the past, every time he committed violence in the village, it was basically the day he had just been hurt by his adoptive father, and his body was covered with wounds, and he would lick his own blood.

The smell of rust in his mouth actually became a good medicine for him to control his emotions over time...

Then, he picked up the phone with a slight tremor.

This is not fear, this is excitement!

Immediately, Lord Seto licked the blood on his face, and his sunken and cold facial features were reflected in his hands.

He opened the contacts and sent a message to Lord Qian, Lord Chen and the other four people one by one.

"Hey, let's kill the Bad Leader..."