I'm a god in the infinite game

Under the night, the fringes of the city are brightly lit.

In the bright and bustling neon colors, there is a strange building that has no lights. It is dark from the top floor to the bottom floor. It stands opposite the largest shopping center in the city center with no light at all, as if it can absorb the surrounding light. giant monster.

When you walk into this building little by little, you will find that this 36-story building overlooking the prosperous city is actually a semi-finished product that has not yet been completed.

There are steel bars protruding from the cement wall, and the wall has not been sealed in most places. The edge of the room is directly exposed to the night sky, and the situation inside the room can be seen directly from the outside.

The strange thing is that in such a semi-finished building, these rooms are not empty. With the dimness and colorful lights, the furnishings in the rooms can be vaguely seen in the night.

In some rooms, there are simple mattresses, sleeping bags and desks, and a kettle with two or three rolls of toilet paper on the floor. It can be seen that there are people living there.

In some rooms there is only one altar, on which is a black-and-white photo of a stack of apples, an incense burner and an urn placed in a shrine.

There were still four sticks of incense burning in the censer, indicating that someone had come to offer incense just now.

The fragrance rises lingeringly. At night, the phone rang in the unfinished building. A man with a heavy bag of apples in his left hand and a bag of paper money and cigarettes in his right hand struggled to clamp the phone between his chin and shoulders. Ask softly: "Hello? I just burned it on Madam Li's side, what about your side?"

It was a clearer, younger male voice.

"The seventeenth floor has been burned." A female voice came from the phone, sounding equally young, "Then let's meet at Brother Wang's house on the eighteenth floor?"

After the man finished speaking, he had to raise his hand with difficulty to hang up the phone.

The female voice over there was silent for a while, and then said in a low voice: "Yuan Guang, we haven't offered incense to the two players who died in this year's preseason."

The man paused when he hung up the phone. The apple in his hand seemed to be too heavy, and he lowered his hands bit by bit. His shoulders were slowly gathered, and he lowered his head and exhaled a long breath. : "...When we win the last game, we all go to offer incense to them together."

The female voice hummed and hung up the phone.

Eighteenth floor, room 1803.

There is an altar in the house. In the black-and-white photo on the altar, there is an uncle with a big smile and a beard, and his name is written next to it—【Wang Shuqi, died at the age of 42】.

The man carrying the apples was silent, as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder, he placed the apples one by one on the tribute plate in front of the uncle, took out four incense sticks, lit them in a proper manner, prayed three times, and then closed his hands together Without moving your eyes, you murmur to yourself:

"Uncle Wang, we have reached the playoffs again this year, I hope you are in the spirit of heaven, bless everyone safe and sound, and survive."

"... last year... last year's game..."

The man took a deep breath as if he was stuck at this point, his eyelids trembled twice, a little wet: "Thank you for your hard work!"

After speaking, he stepped forward and solemnly inserted the incense into the stove.

A woman walked in through the doorway next to it.

This woman is wearing flat shoes, a t-shirt and jeans, her hair is tied into a bun on the back of her head, she looks only 27 or 28 years old, she is obviously full of vigor, but she is tired at a beautiful and wanton age, she looks at the man's skillful approach Xiang moved, sighed with complicated emotions, and handed over a handful of candles: "Yuan Guang, I bought candles, do you want to light a pair of candles for Uncle Wang?"

"No more." Yuan Guang shook his head, turned his head in the dark, and the moonlight outside the house was shining on his profile layer upon layer.

Single eyelids, thin lips, just looking at the facial features, it looks like a young talent, but when you look at it as a whole, the feeling of a young talent is instantly destroyed.

The hair that has not been trimmed for a long time is bundled awkwardly, but the bundle is crooked, on the right shoulder, and the hair sticks out on both sides, and the circle around the eyes is full of black and blue. It looks like he hasn't slept in three days Feeling the same, the body is hunched in exhaustion.

A Band-Aid was slanted on his left forehead, and there was a red mark from a marker on his cheek, but he didn't seem to notice that his face was smeared with a marker.

Seeing this, the woman was taken aback. She remembered that Yuan Guang was in a good state two or three days ago, but now it's almost...

Haggard too much.

Yuan Guang shook his head and lowered his head to pack his things: "It's better not to light the candles, Sister Qian and the others are still living here, and there are no fire-fighting measures here, so lighting candles is a bit unsafe."

"Let's leave after the incense burns."

The two stood quietly in front of the altar without saying a word.

Yuan Guang's eyelids drooped twice, his body suddenly staggered forward and then fell straight, almost putting his head into the incense burner.

This startled the woman next to her, and quickly reached out to support her: "Yuan Guang!!"

Yuan Guang knocked his head hard on the altar, covered his head and hissed, shook his head drowsily, and began to fall backward again in a daze.

The woman helped him to sit down dumbfounded: "How many days have you not slept?"

Baldy Yuan leaned against the wall, only exhaled but not inhaled, and complained in a trembling voice: "...Recently, our company has a project to be launched, and the main artist has been leading us to work overtime crazily, because I want to ask for leave tomorrow to play a game, The leader said that we can only get the job if we leave the work for the first two days to do it..."

The woman gasped: "You haven't slept for two days, have you?!"

Yuan Guang was dying, and nodded with tears in his eyes: "I just finished it this afternoon."

"The injury on your right forehead is also like this?" The woman was distressed and speechless: "You have to play a game tomorrow, and you might die, so why don't you take it easy and stop going to work?"

Before Yuan Guang could speak, his and the woman's cell phones rang at the same time.

[Your loan ending in XXXX will be charged 9 yuan from 29:18 on September 6437.96th. Please ensure that the repayment account has sufficient funds.Your credit record will be truthful...]

The two looked down at the phone, and the woman fell silent.

Yuan Guang looked at the woman quietly: "Don't you think that if you don't die, you have to continue working to pay the mortgage?"

woman:"……"

Grass, can't refute.

The woman sighed, patted her buttocks and sat next to Yuan Guang, both amused and sad: "The president of other people's guilds are all in charge, and look at you, Yuan Guang, who can't even pay off the mortgage."

"Isn't the ace player of other people's team also responding to everyone, with millions of fans, and tens of millions of accounts in one live broadcast?" Yuan Guang hugged his knees, put his head on his knees and aimed at the woman, whispering, "Shi Qian, look at you , our guild's ace fog skill player, now the audience can't even remember your face."

Shi Qian: "...I have fog skills, so I put fog on the field to cover my field of vision, so the audience can remember my face to be a ghost, okay?"

When the two of them said this, there was another silence, and Qi Qi sighed in disappointment.

"I'm so envious, what would a rich grand duke do?"

Yuan Guangxian said, "How many years have you borrowed?"

Shi Qian recalled: "I borrowed the same amount of principal for 20 years, how about you?"

"It's the same. At that time, I chose this because I said it would be less and less." Yuan Guang looked down through the text messages, checked the balance in his bank card, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that it was greater than 6437. "It turned out to be three years. It’s more than 200 yuan less every month.”

"Uncle Wang and the others...how many years have they borrowed?" Shi Qian asked softly with her head lowered.

Yuan Guang was silent for a while: "For 30 years, Uncle Wang and his family's income was not high. The whole family repaid the loan together. The down payment was also pooled. The loan was more than [-] yuan. The down payment was just paid off when the business ran away and had an accident."

"Uncle Wang couldn't hold on when he entered the game. After a while in the game, he still couldn't do it. Finally, he knelt down in front of me and begged me to let him play in the league. It's a good thing for me to let him die. So stupid."

"I didn't agree at the time, so Uncle Wang... cut his wrists."

"Fortunately, Uncle Wang lives in an unfinished building, and there are no doors in the rooms. If something happens, the neighbors next to him will be able to see it quickly, and he will be sent to the hospital in time."

Yuan Guang was silent for a long time, he lowered his head and fiddled with the apples in the bag:

"Last year I let Uncle Wang do it."

"Last year's mid-season competition, hundreds of people approached me to sign up to play. Some were the owners of this unfinished building, and some joined the guild later. In short, there were various reasons, and they couldn't survive in reality or in the game. Yes, it's about the same situation as Uncle Wang."

"Among the players who died last year, 47 were the owners of this unfinished building. They all entered the game with me. They lasted for several years and couldn't make it any longer. They begged me to let them play."

"I... agree to everything."

Yuan Guang poked the apple, let out a breath, and then twitched the corner of his mouth: "I know they have reached their limit, because I can't hold on any longer."

Shi Qian didn't speak, she patted Yuan Guang's shoulder vigorously, and the two of them stood back to back like this, curled up in the unfinished building that couldn't be capped, and made it public to the public.

The red light of the four incense sticks on the altar behind them was weak, small, and flickering in the dark night, as if it would go out at any moment, but it was the only light in this building next to the Wanjia lights.

Yuan Guang raised his head, and he looked at the colorful night scene outside the house. The lights were so dazzling that they reflected in his eyes, like chaotic oil paints mixed together, melting into a tear that was about to drip out of his eyes.

Yuan Guang sniffed, and suddenly smiled: "It's funny when I think about it, before so many big guilds came to analyze our tactics, saying that they were cruel, cold, willing to sacrifice, the members had brain problems, and their mental composition was peculiar. Willing to rotate and sacrifice.”

"But at the beginning, there was no way to fix the reason for the team members, these people must not have thought of it."

Yuan Guang let out a breath, his eyes were red, and he said with a trembling smile, "It's because in reality, everyone has to go to work every day to save money to pay off the mortgage. Take turns to participate in the competition."

"I didn't expect it to turn out to be an invincible tactic for our guild in the end."

He clenched his fist hanging by his side:

"Shi Qian, sometimes I feel very strange. In fact, everyone in the guild has a job, friends, relatives, someone likes, supports each other, lives so hard and earnestly, no matter how hard it is, they swallow it by themselves, and refuse to die. Trouble others, no matter how difficult it is, I want to help others survive.”

"Everyone is a good person, why is life so difficult, so hard, can't survive for three years?"

"Today is Uncle Wang's death day." Shi Qian asked softly as the night wind blew through her hair, "Yuan Guang, let's play tomorrow."

"You said that one year later, it will be our death day?"