I'm a god in the infinite game

"I lay on that oversized wedding dress and passed out from crying at the door of the post office." Elena raised her head, her eyes wandering far, far away, "When I woke up, I thought this was what the war could do." Brought me the darkest hour."

"But everything that followed told me it was much more than that."

Elena raised her hand, wiped her tears with her palm, took a deep breath, and continued: "Later, Alex and I had no contact for a while, until I heard someone say that the commander of that war Lots and lots of tanks and artillery were dispatched from our town to the front."

"I realized that a big battle was about to start, so I wrote to Alex again, wanting to determine his safety and try to persuade him not to participate in this dangerous big battle."

Elena covered her face with wrinkled hands, and her voice was hoarse:

"I waited for a long time, anxiously guarding the post office day and night, but still did not receive a reply from Alex until the day before the war."

"That's one, one..."

Her voice faltered, as if she couldn't name the letter.

While listening to Elena's words, Bai Liu continued to rummage through the letters, and he saw the letter Alex sent to Elena again.

It was a long, long letter, a letter from home arranging funeral arrangements, and a desperate suicide note.

[To Elena:

I shouldn't have written this letter to you, but after thinking about it, it seems that apart from you, I don't have anyone else who I can feel at ease about.

It is so wonderful to say, Irina, little girl, I have never met you, but you and I have a nominal fiancé relationship, experienced the death of the person I love the most, and spent time with my parents. The most difficult years have passed.

If nothing else, you will have to witness my death next.

You have experienced all the major events in my life, but I have never seen you with my own eyes, and I have always rejected your existence, but in the end I have to tell you, the most familiar stranger, the most important things about me before I die , It is really selfish and self-interested.

But there is no way, you are the only one I entrust to die without feeling guilty.

I know my death won't make you too sad, it'll just free you from a marriage that shouldn't exist.

Only with you can I realize that my death may still be a good thing for someone, and I feel more calm and proud when I walk away.

Next I will confess to you all the mistakes I have made in my life.

I've spent my life trying to save everyone around me, but in the end no one has saved anyone's idiots.

I invented a potion that can freeze death, but everyone didn't say hello to me in advance when they rushed to die and said, Hey, Alex, I'm going to die, remember to freeze my death.

I could only cover their bloody wounds in a helpless way, crying in disarray and begging them to stay for me even for a second, and finally carried their corpses back powerlessly, and sat sluggishly until dawn to welcome the next round of death.

The lake of death named Pluto must have thought it funny and funny that I was trying to prevent it from coming to the world.

I keep, keep, frantically trying to improve my potion, but no matter how slow they die, death will come eventually, all I do is make them suffer a little longer before they die .

When they are in extreme pain and despair, they will quietly and tearfully beg me to let them die easily.

Because even if they survived, they would probably die in the next round of offensive and defensive battles.

Sometimes I ask myself, I selfishly want to leave this group of people alive and tortured in this war, is it a crueler thing than letting them die.

Am I wrong?

Irene, I've been reluctant to answer your letters because I couldn't face the ubiquitous name in your letters—Guy.

Guy didn't die on the battlefield. I lied about his death and used my identity as a sweeper to secretly transport his "corpse" to my pharmacy laboratory.

I gave my all to save him, he miraculously came to life, and I swear I even thanked the evil gods for a split second when I saw him open his eyes.

Whichever god it is, thank him for sending Guy back to me.

I want you to be honest, my potion didn't have such a strong effect originally, but my experiments in this place are limited, and I can't get as much experimental supplies as in the university campus, so I can only use some locally produced experimental potions as materials.

Most of the experimental potions were of poor quality, which led to the failure of the experiment, but there was a strange thing that worked miraculously—that was a strange paint.

This kind of paint is used by the natives here to smear the statues of evil gods. It is a flammable oil-like texture. When I lacked oily solvents, my superiors searched half a jar of this from a captured native. The red paint came out and was sent to my lab as a replacement oil-based solvent.

Although this thing looks viscous and weird, like human blood after oil has melted, I don't have any more choices.

But it was the potion that had been added with this paint, which produced an incredible change—it brought Guy, who had entered my laboratory and had stopped beating for half a minute, back to life.

I couldn't believe what I saw, and even felt that my desire to resurrect Guy was too strong and I had some kind of self-deceiving hallucination.

But Guy is indeed getting better day by day. In other words, it is not accurate to describe his entire recovery process with improvement. Combining my clinical and microscopic observations, I can make a conclusion that you will definitely think I am crazy——

— Time is turning backwards on Guy.

His sloughed skin rebonded, his broken bones healed again, and even his posthumous nails and hair were shortened back.

This is not something that humans can do at all. This is the domain of God, and even God does not have such ability.

From the moment I arrived here and learned that the reason for these ignorant and ugly natives to start the war was the so-called oracle of the evil god, I hated the so-called evil god.

And for a long time, I thought that this evil god was fabricated by these natives to explain things that they could not understand, and to express their anger that could not be dispatched. It was an illusory and evil image.

But when Guy sat up again, opened his eyes, and asked me why I was in your lab with a smile, I closed my eyes and hugged him tightly.

If this is the masterpiece of the evil god, then I can understand why those natives are crazy because of the evil god.

After waking up, Guy forgot everything that had happened in the past seven days - raiding innocent villages, killing children and women in the neutral zone, and being shot dead after the mutiny.

All in all, he doesn't remember anything.

I carefully hid him in the laboratory, almost anxiously waiting for the big battle to come, but before the big war came, Guy still got the information he wanted from a recruit who came to clean the laboratory.

He knew what had happened in the past seven days, and he also knew that the commander had to summon enough artillery fire to launch the final battle-bombard all the habitats of the aborigines and the aborigines inside, as well as all the surrounding neutral areas where the aborigines might flee.

Although these neutral areas did not participate in the war from the beginning to the end, and most of them are women and children, the commander feels that in order to wipe out this kind of indigenous people with despicable beliefs, they should not be left with any chance to reproduce and share resources with us. .

You can predict what Guy will do.

Guy went to assassinate the commander without hesitation. After failing, he was blasted into a shooting board full of holes by hundreds of guns, and was burned to ashes by a flamethrower.

When I arrived at the scene, there was nothing left.

I told the soldier on guard that I was on duty for him, and then I was able to stand alone all night in the place where Guy was burned to death with black marks, and let the tears fall numbly in the dark night.

Elena, do you know what I saw that night?

I saw cannons as thick as a child's waist being brought here continuously, cold tanks, soldiers ready to go, and pairs of bloody eyes of anger, fear, or greed in the crowd.

At that moment, I realized that no matter how powerful the potion I invented, I still couldn't save anyone from this war.

Those who want to kill others will still kill others, and those who don't want to kill will want to avoid death in pain because they don't want to kill.

Between these two kinds of people, there seems to be a natural food chain, which is constantly running.

Even the ability to bring the dead back to life and reverse time seems to be unable to change any ending in this war.

So I filled out the form to sign up for the commando, and I was going deep into the rainforest to meet the evil god who gave me the ability to fulfill my desires—

——Ask him what he wants to do in order to give everyone a surviving ending in this war.

For this, I am willing to give everything.

Elena, if I don't come back after this great war, please forgive me for entrusting my parents to you selfishly, please take care of them until you are an adult, and go pursue your own life.

----Alex. 】

"This is the last letter I received from Alex." Elena murmured with her eyes dazed. "The next day, the great war broke out."

"I still can't forget the great battle. The artillery bombarded the ground of the small town where I lived. Ashes fell off the walls, plates and wine glasses were broken, and the planes circled around outside the window. Everyone was scared Huddled together at home, I hid under the bed and could see the fire constantly flickering in the distance."

Irina was silent for a few seconds: "The artillery fire lasted for three days. On the evening of the third day, the place where the explosives were stored in the small town where the soldiers were stationed was raided by the natives. The natives sprinkled the explosives with a magical red paint, and finally It set off a particularly large explosion."

"After the explosion subsided, there was no movement in the town and rainforest that were blown through. It was not until half a month later that someone came to take over." Elena looked at Bai Liu, "You said you were Alex's comrade-in-arms. impossible things."

"Because there were no survivors in that war."