After I became an ancient god

【Era of Death】

A dense gray fog appeared in the sky, and this familiar fog shocked everyone.

Following the direction of the fog, they staggered out of the shelter from the disaster.

Raising his head, he looked at the fuzzy human figures in the sky covered with misty tulle and flashing celestial brilliance, exuding mysterious atmosphere everywhere, with a dazed expression.

After a long while, their dull eyes gradually became brighter, which was astonishingly bright.

Even though they hadn't seen the majestic face of the god with their own eyes, they confirmed at first glance that this was the god of gray mist they had believed in for a long time.

There is absolutely no falsehood about this point. This is the instinct that comes from the depths of the soul as believers of the God of Gray Mist, and they will never admit it wrong.

Someone wept with joy and shouted loudly: "God... the gods have not abandoned us!!!"

Since the appearance of the blurred human figure covering the sky and the earth, the successive terrible earthquakes, crumbling surfaces and volcanic eruptions on the blue star have disappeared without a trace.

All of this is undoubtedly the gods protecting his believers.

"We survived... Woohoo! We survived!"

Many people hugged each other and yelled excitedly. The joy of surviving after the catastrophe made each of them feel overwhelmed, unable to calm their ecstasy.

At the moment when the planet was about to die, the benevolent God of Gray Mist finally forgave all of them and saved them again!

The gods who had been betrayed twice by humans still kindly forgave them sinners. This kind of cognition made all the surviving humans feel complicated, unbelievable and deeply guilty.

Everyone feels more and more ashamed of the crimes committed by human beings. In this post-apocalyptic moment of panic, the belief in the God of Gray Mist reached its peak immediately.

Every corner on the blue star resounded with excited prayers, praising God's selflessness and tolerance.

"God, thank you for your mercy..."

"May Your Majesty be forever..."

At this time, White also raised his head, staring blankly at the god with a blurred face above Gao Tian, ​​unable to look away for a long time.

This is the god he has longed for since he was a child.

It was also the first time in 15 years that he truly looked directly at the Lord who gave him life and strength.

Different from the weakness during the first miracle, the current God of Gray Mist is truly powerful and supreme.

White looked enviously at the God of Gray Mist's chaotic face shrouded in mist and mist.

Even though the too strong mental power peeked at countless fragments of information in the process of looking directly at the gods, which brought him stinging pain, he did not intend to look away.

Not far away, apart from a few ecstatic believers who were unscathed and even recovered from their injuries under White's supernatural power, Aegis, who survived the beam of light, was also looking up at the sky.

His white hair was disheveled, and the scarlet eyes that looked ferocious at first became softer, and he focused and relievedly looked at the god above the sky who could only see a little of his face.

Unprecedentedly quiet, he knelt weakly on the ground, waiting for his final outcome.

In fact, when he passed the vitality to the god's body, he was already ready to die, but who knew that he didn't die, and he was still alive to see the god's arrival with his own eyes.

This is already considered happiness for Aegis.

He has committed so many sins, but he can still live to this moment, even Aegis himself feels that the God of Gray Mist is too kind.

Or maybe, Your Majesty felt that his filthy soul did not deserve to die in His hands.

Thinking of this, looking at the neither sad nor happy face of the god above his head, Aegis was stunned for a while, and then suddenly said: "White, you won."

"Now, you are the only person favored by the gods."

Except for him who became a sinner, White is the only clone with the blood of the gods.

White heard the voice, but his eyes were still looking at the gods in the sky, ignoring Aegis' plan at all.

Seeing this, Aegis smiled mockingly: "...Kill me, White, haven't you always wanted to do this?"

The gods didn't want to kill him, a sinner, and he didn't want to commit suicide, because it was not allowed in the doctrine of the God of Gray Mist.

After hearing this, White finally glanced at Aegis lightly and rejected him.

Since the gods didn't take Angis' life away, he didn't have the right to do so either.

"...Damn hypocrite! Don't you want to be the only person favored by the gods! Stop pretending to be kind and selfless! People like us are born with sin, don't you understand!"

Angis tried to provoke White. As a believer who fanatically believed in the God of Gray Mist until his death, he wanted to die under the watchful eyes of the god. Now is the best time.

If the god doesn't want to get his hands dirty, then let him figure out a way. Anyone who blasphemes the gods deserves to die.

Even he himself has no value in living, and should have died a long time ago.

But White just looked at him flatly, without moving.

He didn't deny what Aegis said, but he didn't mean to be irritated either.

Because he admitted all his crimes, he was already prepared to suffer retribution.

Although he has always proclaimed that he has never hoped to receive the only favor from the gods, but just as Aegis has always mocked him, he has indeed committed the crime of massacring his compatriots.

In that life-and-death experimental base, as a child at the time, all his goals were to survive.

He wanted to be the one who lived to the end, to see the gods with his own eyes, and to get the blessing he longed for from the depths of his soul.

Even if I tell myself over and over again, the gods treat the world equally, regardless of whether they favor or not.

But as a believer who believes in the gods with all his heart, he still shamefully wants to meet the gods, to see the gods for whom he is willing to sacrifice everything.

He doesn't demand himself to be the only person favored by the God of Mist. This is the biggest difference between him and Aegis.

But White also knew that a blood-stained person like himself was actually the guy least qualified to believe in God.

Therefore, he never denied his crime, but was speechless.

All he longed for was to see God.

As long as everything is well with the gods, he, a believer who is burdened with original sin, will have no regrets.

But now, it is enough for White to witness the gods really come to this world.

He didn't have any idea of ​​wanting to monopolize the favor of the gods like Aegis.

Aegis, who has been obsessed with this all his life, has never seen through this point.

He still looked at White with a gloomy gaze. Just as he was about to continue to use aggressive methods to achieve his goal, the next moment he saw countless red lights coming from the ground, and they shot straight into the sky in the blink of an eye, like tough and slender transparent red threads. Generally entwined on this blue planet with badly damaged vitality.

"This is--"

Both White and Aegis noticed the abnormality immediately. Looking at the red lines, their pupils shrank, and they felt uneasy for some reason.

At the same time, in every corner of the world, there are lines appearing on everyone's chest, as if being pinched by an invisible hand in the sky, each line is tight, leading straight to the sky covered in gray mist deep.

"What... what is this?"

"The thread... is it the red thread?"

Many people looked down curiously at the red thread passing through their hearts. Before they had time to react, they felt that someone had grabbed the red thread that seemed to be connected to the soul. The thread trembled and made strange noises.

Boom——

Countless densely packed transparent red threads are hooked together, making a distant sound of strings. The strange sound of the music seems to reach the depths of the brain, making people tremble uncontrollably.

The people who were still obsessed with prayer stood up in a daze and panic, trying to stop the crazy and desperate voice from reaching their ears, but they were powerless.

Prickly - the strings were struck again.

This time, even the ground began to tremble, and every messy and twisted string was being torn apart by an unprecedented force, and the bursts of distorted music were enough to make any creature who heard it feel fear and horror.

This strange sonata that seems to come from the depths of the distant universe, the bottom of the vast abyss does not belong to any tone or note in the world, and it can only be described as one-billionth of its strangeness and paradox by using the breath of death and ghosts.

Strange ravings mixed with music came from the ears of countless devout believers, and chaos and madness spread among the crowd.

"Ahh! Your Majesty - no!"

"Chaos...chaos! The sky is false!!"

They stared directly at the increasingly distorted sky and earth in front of them. Under the gaze of the silent gray mist god, their entire bodies were trembling, and fine granulation sprouted out of the skin, growing in an extremely deformed appearance.

In the pain of this mutated body, people let out howls of pain that were not human.

With the re-opening of the strings, it seemed to be accompaniment.

Angis was also looking at the red line across his chest in shock, and he was so blessed that he realized that it was a line that symbolized destiny.

He raised his head suddenly, wondering if the blood of the gods in his body was at work, his vision pierced through the thick gray fog-covered sky, and saw the strange scene beyond the blue star.

A pair of palms that are too huge to describe in words are tearing countless messy lines on the blue star, and the constantly beating fingers are like butterflies flying on the red string like a string, attracting the sound of blue star's music.

With the appearance of this music, many celestial bodies also appeared near the blue star.

Misty nebulae, dust and meteorites all over the place, hot stars and bright stars are intertwined. At first glance, it looks chaotic and disorderly, but it operates according to some mysterious rules, and there is no collision with each other.

Surrounded by many celestial bodies, the blue star appears extremely small.

And the humans howling on the blue star are even more insignificant things, more pathetic than insects.

Aegis stared blankly at everything in front of him, his brain became dazed in the blank, countless pieces of information that he didn't know the language and where he didn't come from entered his mind with his eyes peeking at the celestial body, crowding it into irrational madness .

Angis' lips trembled, and his red agate-like eyes were empty. He seemed to have seen the truth of the world, but also seemed to understand nothing. He could only let out screams in pain as if his brain was collapsing.

"Ahhhh!!!"

What, what exactly did he see?

Aegis didn't understand, he was completely insane, his curled up body was covered with dense lumps, and scarlet flesh was densely covered.

As the culprit of everything, Ke Su, who was obsessed with straightening out the strings, was carefully combing the red string in his hand, flicking it twice from time to time, and only stopped in satisfaction after hearing the pleasant sound, and continued to comb.

The tune played by Kesu was transmitted to the nearby celestial bodies, causing the celestial bodies to flash more frantically, as if to praise his exquisite skills.

It also symbolizes that this performance with the red thread of fate as the string has finally kicked off.

After an unknown amount of time, the concert finally came to an end.

Ke Su stopped what he was doing, and saw the blue planet trembling under his hands, and the red thread of fate scattered all over, playing automatically and making pleasant sounds.

The familiar tune is finally back.

Listening to the holy movement in his ears, Ke Su touched the planet that had become blood-red under His combing, and felt it, his hands paused.

It seems a little puzzled why the planet has changed color.

He held up the planet in his hands, and saw that the original blue and clear ocean was covered with bloody granulation, and the core of the whole planet was filled with flesh and blood, endowing the blue star with unprecedented vitality and repairing the devastation caused by the previous natural disasters. surface.

For Blue Star, this seems to be a good thing.

But not for the races living on the blue star.

Everything on the planet has been made up of flesh and blood, and every ground is entwined with living, breathing flesh and blood, bloody and terrifying.

All the populations living on Blue Star have changed their appearance. Although they did not die, they have become deformed and weird, with redundant limbs and eyeballs, and messy limbs, completely without the original appearance of the population.

Human beings, the only intelligent race on it, are beyond recognition, so they prayed day and night for the blessing of the God of Gray Mist, thinking that this was a punishment from the gods.

Obviously, this planet has been completely assimilated in the concert played by the great being just now.

However, what He likes is the blue planet from before, and the appearance that is incomparably similar to the blue planet in memory is what He loves the most.

As a result, Ke Su was rarely troubled.

He finally repaired the strings, and he didn't bother to go back in time to do it again. After thinking about it, he simply filled the planet in his hand with gray mist and disguised it as it was before.

Ke Su squeezed the blue star in his hand like plasticine, watched it change back to its previous appearance, finally relieved and put it back to its original position.

A blue planet continues to rotate in the deep universe, as if nothing has changed.

And on this planet, countless surviving people also returned to their original form after their flesh and blood were disguised.

The world in their eyes has become the wind and sun before the end again. The sun penetrates the clouds and falls on the earth again after many years.

They forgot the pain of the mutation just now and the fear of flesh and blood all over the world, and looked around blankly, looking at the peaceful and stable world again, and thanking the God of Gray Mist for the blessing.

It was the god of gray mist who saved them!

Everyone said so, conveying the most devout beliefs of mankind.

Among them, there was a man with white hair and red eyes standing on the side of the street with a numb expression.

He was the only person on the street who didn't participate in the prayer. Looking around, he could see all deformed humans with blood and flesh spreading.

Even he himself was deformed in flesh and blood.

"..."

Trembling and lowering his head, the man smiled wryly, and gave up the idea of ​​seeking death. It turned out that this is the punishment of the gods.

That's fine, he will live in pain like this until he pays off his sins.

The black-haired and black-eyed man White looked at Aegis silently, and heard his inner voice with his mind reading ability.

In fact, like Aegis, he has not forgotten the memories of the mutations in the world just now.

The world in his eyes is also full of scarlet, but to him, this is more like a blessing.

He could feel that he was getting closer to the gods.

White, who also witnessed the scene where the god of gray mist played the red thread of fate, knew that the essence of the gods shrouded in that gray mist must be somewhat similar to them at this time.

Unlike Aegis, who is still obsessed with God's punishment, and even believes that it is a punishment, White is simply happy that he is one step closer to God at this time.

This is enough, the gods care for all human beings.

Now everyone is living in the fantasy created by the gods himself, and White feels that there is nothing wrong with it.

After all, everything was as he had envisioned.

The God of Gray Mist he believed in was indeed an incredibly benevolent god.

White thought with soft eyes, turned around and left the spot for a while, and disappeared, leaving only the cheering people on the street to offer their best wishes and thanks to the great god.

According to historical records, shortly after this doomsday disaster recorded in history, earth-shaking changes took place on Blue Star.

Everyone has acquired different abilities, and the contradictions between people with abilities and ordinary humans gradually dissolve.

Everyone finds that their bodies have become much stronger, so that in just a dozen years, a powerful civilization of people with supernatural abilities has developed, and they have even been able to leave the planet and explore the unknown universe.

It's just curious that after the end of the day, the two strongest kings among the original power users disappeared.

There are rumors that both of them died in the battle for the remains of the gods in the last days, and some people say that they both pretended to be the bishops of the Gray Mist Sect, waiting devoutly for the next coming of the gods.

As for what the answer is, no one knows, and no one has explored it.

People only know that since the catastrophe that destroyed the world, there is only one god that the entire planet believes in, and that is the great and benevolent God of Gray Mist.

All human beings will never forget the favor and salvation given to them by the God of Gray Mist, until human beings become extinct again.

real world

Ke Su withdrew his hand from the screen, and all the eyes on his face disappeared, returning to his original appearance.

He was in a trance, blinked his eyes, looked at the blue planet on the screen, and played back the melodious tune before his ears.

He remembered that he seemed to have reached the end of this dungeon, so he pressed the button happily.

【Praise Your Majesty Forever, You Have Achieved The Ending—The Land Of Eternal Drunk Fantasy】

Ke Su looked at the CG of the ending, and after enjoying the extraordinarily realistic special effects in the video for a while, he got tired of it. He closed this copy and opened the next copy [Steam Age: Holy Murder].

After looking at the introduction, Ke Su found that this seemed to be a copy of a mystery solving game. He needed to get rid of the male protagonist who was deeply suspected of murder and reveal the true face of the last murderer.

And the culprit of this murder seems to be related to a mysterious sect.

Moreover, behind the murder was brewing a terrifying conspiracy capable of destroying the world.

Ke Su checked carefully, and found that this sect seemed to be established by the protagonist Kate who summoned him in the instance before the steam age [Doctor Bird Beak].

Then this really flooded the Dragon King Temple. Coincidentally, Ke Su wanted to see how the former protagonist, Kate, made the world almost destroyed.

In addition, it has been a long time since I played a puzzle game, Ke Su was full of interest, opened the copy without hesitation, and started the game.