I'm a god in the infinite game

"The second time, Guy and I defected to the native camp." Alex said in a low voice.

"This time, with Guy's encouragement, I got to know this group of aborigines and their beliefs of evil gods. I used to think they were very ignorant, but at that time, for the first time, I felt that ignorance is a good thing."

Alex chuckled twice: "Their beliefs come from the land and the evil gods, and they will never leave the territory given to them by the evil gods to invade other places. In other words, they will not be like my army Subsequent large-scale wars continued to invade other places."

"I foolishly thought that as long as the natives won this war smoothly, it would be over."

"I already know that it is useless to hide this potion, because those who are saved by me will tell their camp the effect of this potion no matter what, so this time I chose to tell the effect of the potion directly. Indigenous."

Alex lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly: "After resurrecting two dead natives, these natives easily believed me. I created a large number of native undead troops, made a plan, and attacked in an orderly manner. Enemy, soon I won a phased victory."

"When the opponent was desperate and was about to use artillery in large quantities, I ambushed the opponent with an army of undead and transferred this large number of artillery to the natives."

"On the sixth night, under the double deterrence of the undead army and a large number of artillery, they finally backed down, chose to negotiate peacefully with the natives, and gave up further attacks."

Alex's voice was hoarse: "I don't know how long this hypocritical peace can last, but I was relieved at that moment. After signing the peace agreement and stopping the war, I thought I would definitely win the game this time. But it never occurred to me that…”

He closed his eyes, gasped for breath twice, and then continued with difficulty: "...After I returned to the aborigines' camp, they aimed their artillery at the fully revived undead army."

"The natives said that these undead people are evil and are cursed by the gods. They have tolerated the existence of this group of undead people until the end of the war, and finally decided to judge them now."

Alex said hoarsely: "No matter how I explain that these undead people are no different from normal people after being fully resurrected, they still don't believe it. Everyone's face is filled with unspeakable fear, and they shout loudly about this group of people. The undead will not die easily, and they must be bombarded repeatedly with cannons to smash them into pieces before they can no longer be resurrected."

"...The group of undead people used to be their parents, friends, lovers, and even children. They knelt in front of me, holding their corpses and begging me to resurrect them, but now, they are using this group of undead people to win. Later, because of the other party’s strength, he was afraid, and in turn pronounced the other party a heretic, and wanted to send the other party to hell.”

Alex sneered: "How ironic, I was thankful for their ignorance of not hurting others, but at this moment it has become a sharp weapon to hurt themselves."

"I told the group of undead to flee at the top of my voice, but they stayed where they were."

"Because during the process of their resurrection, they will gradually return to the memories of seven days ago. They don't know what happened during these seven days, but they just open their arms to the relatives and friends who approached, show smiling faces, and then let They put themselves on cannon."

Alex gritted his teeth: "Until they were finally targeted by the artillery hole, they still didn't understand what happened. I watched them call the names of their closest people at the moment when they were fully alive. , was blasted into crumbs by the closest people."

"...The second game, I lost again, and I chose to reload the file again."

"In the third game, I didn't join any camp. I went crazy and kept creating my own undead army to attack and control the other two camps. The more they resisted, the more people died. My The larger the undead army will be."

Alex took two deep breaths: "That's it, I quickly took over the situation. The other two sides had to stop the war in order to contain me, and chose to cooperate. One side transported a large number of artillery, and the other side used the terrain to cooperate with each other to attack us. .”

"But the artillery was intercepted by me again. I have experienced the first two times, not only proficient in firepower rationing, but also very clear about the terrain. I thought it would be fine as long as I stayed like this for seven days."

Alex paused: "On the sixth night, I went to ask the evil god, and I said that as long as no war breaks out within these seven days, I will win, right?"

"He said yes, but the world line you are in will continue to run with the world line you won."

Alex shed a tear, his tone choked up: "...That is to say, if I win in this world line, I must keep creating undead people to ensure that my camp is strong and restrain the other two. Cooperate with one faction so that they cannot go to war."

"But these undead people will become living people after seven days. They are no longer immortal, they are also normal living people with flesh and blood. If I want to continue to create undead people, I must keep killing people. If I Stop killing people, and the war will continue to break out, and everything I want to change remains essentially the same."

"I once again chose to start over from the file."

Alex remained silent for a long, long time, his eyes staring blankly at the statue of the old evil god: "...I have restarted ten times, and I have tried everything I can to prevent the outbreak of the war, to prevent all people die."

"But even if I have an unlimited amount of potion of immortality, with ten chances to restart, there will still be a large number of people who will die in this war."

"I realized that neither the medicine nor I can save anyone. The only way to stop the war is that there is no initiator of the war, so that the harm of the war will not be further expanded."

Alex wept numbly: "So when I read the file for the last time, I chose to pour all the paint given to me by the evil god on the arsenal, and kill everyone with my own hands on the eve of the war."

"In the end, the real world ended with the last time, I killed everyone, and the time of the world continued to flow forward."

"And I lost the game with the evil god, so he combined my experience of cycling ten times to create this nightmare-like endless war world, and fixed me here forever as a character in his game. Pain as interest."

Alex lowered his head, tears dripping from his jaw: "...the starting point of every cycle in this war world I exist in is a new batch of soldiers that I have never seen before. End with these soldiers playfully sinking these undead I made to the bottom of the lake to count."

"I can't remember how many times Guy was sunk to the bottom of the lake and reappeared in the tent, lying next to me, because the other living dead will forget what happened seven days ago after resurrection. They don't remember anything."

"But I remember."

Alex smiled nervously at the woodcarving of the evil god, tears rolling down his face: "——I remember everything in every cycle!"

"Because I'm not a living dead, I'm the only living person in this world of the living dead, God doesn't allow me to die, so I can't forget, I remember everything."

Alex's voice was hoarse to almost breathless:

"In the beginning I was trapped here, trying to change what happened here, trying to save them in this virtual world, but then I gradually became hopeless - I couldn't change anything."

He smiled blankly:

"No one understood what I was doing except Guy, who believed in me completely, so I tipped him what was going to happen and Guy said, let's run away."

"We found a foggy blank area, which should be the border of this virtual war world. We tried many methods but couldn't get out, but Guy and I didn't give up. After each cycle, I told Guy again, We'll come back here and find a way out."

"Until one day." Alex murmured softly, "I was kneeling on the border, and the trapped desire was driving me crazy. I heard the voice of the evil god again, and he asked me, do you want to get out?"

"I said yes, and he said he could design a way out for me, but Guy and I are the only ones who can escape here, let me choose."

Alex's eyes were red: "I chose to let Guy out."

"Guy didn't know anything, he couldn't hear the evil god's voice, I watched him disappear into the fog, and a surprised voice came from the other end, saying Alex, I'm out!"

"The fog disappeared in front of my eyes in an instant. I saw Guy standing on the other side of the barrier. He smiled and waved, telling me to go out too. I said I have to study the rules of going out again. It might have been a mistake just now. By mistake, I may have to wait for the next seven days to come out."

Alex blinked slightly: "Guy is a living dead, I know he will be completely resurrected in the next seven days, and then forget that I am trapped in this world, he may think that I am in that real world dead."

"But at least one person, my lover, was saved by me."

"Guy came to the edge of the enchantment to look for me every day. He couldn't get in. He shared with me what he saw outside every day. He told me in surprise that he found me and his tomb. Irina's letter and wedding dress, he said the little girl had grown up and actually made him a wedding dress."

Alex's voice choked up: "He smiled so happily holding up the wedding dress, I felt that my pain had meaning for a moment."

"But seven days later, I'm at that border again, ready to see Guy one last time before the cycle restarts..."

Alex trembled all over: "I found Guy on the other side of the enchantment. He held up the wedding dress and turned into an unconscious corpse. He turned into a blue-white zombie."

"I almost went crazy, beating the wood carving of the evil god over and over again, asking him why."

"The evil god told me that Guy was originally a living dead. When he left this virtual world and entered reality, the time on his body also broke away from the time of the virtual world and synchronized with the real time."

"The evil god said in a compassionate voice, Alex, have you forgotten? In the real world, in the ending you chose, Guy was already killed by your bombing. He was originally a corpse. "

"Guy can only live for seven days. After seven days, he will become what he should be in the real world."

"I'm not reconciled, I tried time and time again to get Guy out of here, but I failed, but it just made the border more zombie brides."

Alex's voice gradually faded: "I finally gave up and numbly took the wedding dress and letters brought back by the zombie guy, and waited until the next cycle to give it to another guy so that he could wear Elaine before he died. Na's wedding dress to marry me, this may be the happiest thing for him."

"...I can't do anything else."

Ni Shen stared at him: "You should hate the evil god very much, I don't understand why you are helping the evil god to complete the sacrificial ceremony of the new evil god's heir this time?"

Alex's eyeballs rolled for a moment, as if he had glanced at the god-defying god, and then turned back to look at the statue of the new evil god: "—do you know how to escape the control of a god?"

Ni Shen was silent for a moment: "To create a new god, is it?"

"How can you make sure this new god is a good guy and won't keep designing games to torture you?"

Alex's voice is almost inaudible:

"I don't know, but I have never seen the evil god have such a strong obsession with a new soldier. The moment the soldier named Bai Liu entered this war world, I heard the evil god happily say to me, the new soldier The evil god, his long-chosen successor has finally arrived."

"At that moment, I could hardly control my disgust towards Bai Liu, and I also hated the few subordinates he brought in. I hated them contacting Guy very much."

Reminiscing in Nishen's mind - that's why Bai Liu told him before that the first time he saw Alex in the game, his favorability dropped below the safe value, and those players who chose to be in the opposite camp with Alex Sensitivity is stable above 60.

It turned out that there was another reason behind it.

Alex continued: "But soon I didn't hate Bai Liu so much, because the evil god told me that once the new god is formed, he will fall, and his control over me will be lifted-this Bai Liu is here to destroy him , and then inherit his god position."

"The rotation among gods is also so cruel, no different from humans." Alex couldn't restrain a mocking smile on his face, "—maybe because of the nature of gods, they are also human beings full of desires."

"Haven't you ever wondered why the evil god would tell you such information that is harmful to him?" Nishen said, "What if he wants to kill you..."

When Nishen said this, he stopped abruptly.

Alex turned his head to look at Nishen, his brows were lowered, his eyes were gloomy, and his laughter was crazy: "—who will kill me? What I fear the most now is death."

"I don't want to save anyone anymore, and I don't have anything to fear. No matter what the price is, as long as it can end all of this, I am willing to do it."

Alex gasped, his eyes were red:

"When that guy, that evil god told me these things, when he said that Bai Liu would destroy him, he smiled from the bottom of his heart."

"He is fully expecting Bai Liu to kill him and become the new evil god."

Alex sneered morbidly: "—probably he is just like me, impatient to live, waiting to die until he is going crazy in this world full of ugly human desires, that's why he expects so much that someone can end his life Take your own life."

Alex stared straight at the wooden carving of the old evil god:

"You know, new soldier, I talked to this evil god once after losing the game, and he questioned me from above, asking me if I knew why I lost the game?"

"I said I don't know, I have tried my best, but I still can't change anything, why can't everyone survive."

"So he laughed. He said that most of the human desires are based on killing each other. The less happy a person is, the stronger his desire to hurt others or his own desire, the more meaningful his existence will be."

"He is the clairvoyant, storer and listener of all evil desires in this world. As long as there is one person in this world whose desires smell like blood, the evil god's game will never stop."

Alex's eyes gradually moved from the old wood carving to the face of the new wood carving: "—and Bai Liu, he found, is the most suitable player for games related to desire. His desire is too strong, so strong that it can exceed This game touches the existence of God."

"Bai Liu is a player born for the evil god's game. Everything that the evil god has carefully prepared in the game, including war, destruction, death, and soul, is all to celebrate his coming."

"God cares for him and is willing to die for him." Alex paused for a moment, "Whether it's the last one who has long since fallen, or this one who is full of expectations."

The smile on the old woodcarving of the evil god became more and more strangely gentle and sweet, and the new woodcarving of the evil god was less than one-third left, and it was about to be perfectly born from the log.

The smile on the face of Xinxin Shenmu Carving is warm and serene, like a benevolent god hypocritically overlooking all living beings.

Temple.

The petrification of the prophet sitting on the stone bench has spread to his heart, which made it difficult for him to speak, and his voice became difficult: "——what did you put into this copy?"

The man in the hood had the same creepy and gentle smile as on the old wooden carving of the evil god. He clasped his hands together and opened them, and a pure black whip and a floating inverted cross appeared out of thin air between his hands.

"—his original weapons and beliefs."

The whip is covered with bone spurs and is extremely sharp. Compared with the previous Siren bone whip and Spade's lizard bone whip, although this whip looks similar, it carries an obvious evil spirit.

The reverse cross is made of some unknown stone, the color on it is like blood flowing, and it contains a kind of light that takes people's soul.

The prophet's pupils shrank for a moment: "You put Bai Liu's weapon and the reverse cross into this copy?"

"Bai Liu is the most perfect heir I have selected from so many Bai Liu." The man smiled with connivance, "I broke his original weapon and reverse cross, I should give him newer and better ones, Isn't it?"

"It's like I killed his old god, and I should give him a more perfect new god."

The prophet gasped for breath: "Bai Liu hates you, he will not become your believer, so your claim of giving him a more perfect new god is not valid at all, he will not believe in you, nor will he believe in you." If you want to give him something, the only person Bai Liu will believe in is—"

"Tavier." The man under the hood opened his eyes, with a half-smile, "But Prophet, in the absence of Tavel, you have missed a person who believes in Bailiu."

The prophet was taken aback, his face completely froze this time.

The man under the hood laughed: "—that's Bai Liu herself."

"The more perfect new god I'm talking about is not myself, but Bai Liu himself."

"Bai Liu doesn't like me, hates me, hates me, I need him to have this kind of emotion towards me." There was a smile in the man's eyes, "I will keep taking away the things he cherishes, and let Bai Liu You have to face me squarely and kill me."

"—Because only gods have the ability to kill gods, Bai Liu should have fully understood this truth now, in order to kill me, he has to accept all the gifts of god power that I gave him—"

The man smiled softly: "—and then, as I wish, I will become the new evil god who kills my old god."

The prophet struggled as if he couldn't breathe, and said word by word: "Do you really want Bai Liu to become the new god? You will be destroyed by him because of this."

The man in the hood stood up slowly, his back was facing the prophet who was about to be completely petrified, he looked at the waves of the sea outside the temple, with a smile on his face, and nothing reflected in his eyes:

"Prophet, you can see the future, so you should know that everything in this world cannot last forever, right? Rocks, water, waves, sky and earth, even gods will perish one day."

"—That's why living things have the instinct to reproduce, and all conscious things are instinctively looking for some way to continue their existence."

The prophet coughed: "Are you trying to seek the continuation of your existence from Bai Liu?"

"No, I think it's boring to pursue this kind of continuation of existence." He smiled half-smile, "So I hope that there is someone, a guy who completely matches the rules of my game, a player who can crack all my games, who can break the game I gave. All the rules made by each world came before me, and killed me, the game designer, with my own hands."

His eyes hidden under the hood flickered with a strange light: "——Don't you think it's interesting to be killed by such a person in a game?"

The prophet said hoarsely: "—so many Bailiu can win your game, why did you choose Bailiu as your successor?"

The man turned his head slightly, and asked interestingly: "——Then let me ask you, why do you put all the chips to win me on this one Bai Liu, and why not on the other Bai Liu."

The prophet was silent.

The man turned his head, and the sea breeze was blowing his long ponytail exposed outside the hood. He lowered his eyes and smiled softly: "——because you and I both know that this Bailiu is different."

"Bai Liu is completely different from those shoddy Bai Liu souls. He is the most perfect and interesting."

"He has a soul full of desire and restraint."

"If I'm going to fall in a certain way." He looked at the endless sea and smiled expectantly. "I hope that Bai Liu, who has such a soul, will kill me with his own hands."