Infinite Weird Game

"I'm curious, who will you vote for in the vote tomorrow morning." In Room 0, Qi Si leaned back on the bed, smiling as he stared at Fu Jue who was sitting beside the bed.

There are three puppets, a teammate who obeys him unconditionally after being threatened, and Fu Jue himself. The puppeteer has a total of five people. In theory, the life or death of anyone can be decided by collecting votes.

It was known that there was no pagan among the representatives of the Investigation Bureau, but Thompson was the Son of God who had to choose a pagan, and if he chose the wrong one, he would die. Once the pagan was chosen from the four representatives, Fu Jue's side would lose two people, which would undoubtedly be disadvantageous to him.

As for selecting the true heretics…

With the existence of the record "Let the dead bury their dead", Qis himself cannot be an option, and the candidate can only be decided between Asakura Yuko and Vader. As the holder of the "Forbidden Scholar" identity card, Asakura Yuko has to survive for a little longer.

With this calculation, it seems that there is only one option left.

But all this is based on the fact that there is no record of "The Son of God was crucified on the cross". Fu Jue has never publicly said what the effect of this record is.

"'The Son of God is crucified' is a prophecy." Fu Jue heard Qi Si's temptation and said calmly, "Whatever is prophesied will happen. The fate of the Son of God's identity has long been determined, and this is also the theoretical basis for my layout against the ancestor god. After tomorrow, this position needs to be vacant, and the candidate is in a completely uncertain state. In this land where people once fanatically believed in gods, I will destroy the gods they believe in, as a grand opening of the godless era."

Qi Si suddenly realized and laughed: "It's a great sacrifice. Even I can't help but admire you a little."

His tone was sarcastic and pointed, but he looked up at the silver-white eyes in the sky across the dome where the murals were painted.

Everything that happened in the sacred city could not escape the eyes of the ancestor god, including the two people's plan at this time. The true and false, real and fake information was told directly, and the amount of information of the game parties was equal. Next, it depends on whether the omniscient and omnipotent ancestor god is willing to take the risk and join the game.

This is an open conspiracy, and everyone and God will engage in a gamble.

……

In the Holy City Cemetery, Flor's body crawled out of the pile of corpses under the cover of night and staggered towards the east district.

He mixed in with the wandering zombies, slowly moved to the side of the street, and raised his stiff hands to knock on the windows of each house.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The clear sound was hard to ignore in the silent night, and screams of fear and trembling prayers were heard in the house. The owner of the house obviously regarded him as one of the temptations and dangers of the night and was afraid of stepping into a trap of depravity.

Flor didn't care. Or rather, as a corpse that had been dead for a long time and crawled back to the world from hell under the control of the evil god, he had already lost his soul, so it was naturally impossible for him to have the emotion of "caring".

After knocking on the door of one house, he went to the next one and continued knocking. Soon, the sound of knocking on doors could be heard all over the holy city.

Some curious people carefully opened the curtains, lay on the windowsill and peeked out through the gaps, and screamed in horror when they saw the scene of corpses lying everywhere.

But they turned around and discovered that they were not as "degenerate" as the priests had threatened. They were still human beings, still alive, and had not become pagans.

More and more people saw the scene in the city and found something that was inconsistent with the preaching of the priests. Some of them were brave enough to push open the door and stand on the chaotic street to look around.

They saw a scene that they would never forget: a huge tumor glowing with golden light hung above the temple, with twisted blood vessels wriggling on its surface, extending to every corner of the sacred city like the roots of a giant tree.

Glass jars filled with flesh and blood were placed on the streets. The corpses lined up in long queues and jumped into the jars one by one, becoming part of the flesh and blood, just like the donations made by believers during the day.

The blood vessels of the sarcoma penetrated into the glass jar, sucking the flesh and blood inside by expanding and contracting. The surface gradually began to emit a brilliant golden light, which was exactly the glory of God described in the legend.

The believers all realized that their donations were dedicated to this terrifying existence. This thing was the so-called danger of the Holy City at night, and it was a secret that the priests did not want them to see.

They were unwilling to believe that this filthy thing was their God, so a more acceptable statement spread: the priests had become corrupt and used their faith in the Holy City to surrender to the evil God; the night of the Holy City was occupied by the evil God, and their God was fighting against the evil God.

"No wonder the more we donated, the longer the nights became. Those priests deceived us!"

"Oh my God! What have we done? If it weren't for Flor, we would still be kept in the dark..."

"Holy Lord! Please tell us how we can help you!"

Flor stood in the middle of the crowd and showed everyone the healed knife scar on his neck. It was a miracle that was close to "resurrection from the dead", which made people believe that he had received instructions from the real God: the real God loves the world and will not let them suffer so much.

He took out a parchment scroll from his arms, raised his right hand like the prophet Moses in religious paintings, and unfolded the scroll with the help of the strong wind blowing in the night.

The words on it were clearly not large, but everyone could see them clearly regardless of distance, as if they were a mark engraved deep in their souls:
"The Lord of the Gods who was exiled from the rules of the world."

"The soul master who controls the power of contract transactions."

"A great existence that is older than history."

……

Qis replaced the names of all the ancestral gods in the Holy City with his own long before the ending began.

When all believers' faith is directed towards him, everyone becomes a pagan to this city founded by the ancestor god.

Pagans are not protected by the rules of the Holy City and can be killed by anyone. The restriction that was initially imposed on everyone, "No attacking others in the Holy City," naturally disappeared.

The silver-white eyes embedded in the night sky still gazed calmly at the entire city, like the ancient moon and stars, rotating eternally for countless days and nights, without changing with the behavior of any living being.

Asakura Yuko suddenly felt a pain in her heart. She raised her head and looked at the sky. Through the obstruction of the ceiling and the long distance, she looked into the eyes. She intuitively felt that she had seen such eyes before, a long time ago...

"Yuko, what are you looking at?" Wade asked.

"An eye, it might belong to a god." Asakura Yuko answered truthfully, and then asked, "Can't you see it?"

Wade raised his head and looked left and right at the ceiling, then stood up and walked around the room, shaking his head: "Don't scare me, I didn't see anything."

"Well, there is really nothing, I was just kidding." Asakura Yuko said casually, and suddenly realized that she had told another lie.

Since entering this instance, most of her actions have been linked to deception, not only to NPCs, but also to players. But six years ago, she believed that deception and concealment were the worst wrong actions...

Blood oozed from the eyes high in the sky, and the light became thinner as time passed. Asakura Yuko seemed to wake up from a nightmare, and the world in front of her became clear as if a layer of filter was removed.

A scene in memory that was hidden by external forces suddenly emerged from the fog and gradually became clear at the bottom of the dark mind.

It was a mobilization rally held by the Libra Church. She and Zou Yan were among the participants, and the host was Bai Ya.

She couldn't remember the specific content of the speech, but she clearly remembered that the shadow of the identity card of "Utopian Orator" appeared behind Bai Ya.

On the card, a figure in white faces the crowd with arms open, as if calling for something.

Countless white doves flew out from the figure's wide cuffs, turning black from their tails and wing tips. They landed on everyone's shoulders and finally turned into black crows.

Asakura Yuko subconsciously raised her hand and touched her right shoulder. When she put her hand down, there was a handful of black crow feathers in her palm.

[“Fantasy Orator” hidden effect “Only God”…]

[Note: You are the only sun, your light illuminates all directions, your thoughts are the thoughts of everyone...] Past scenes emerged before my eyes, killing and sacrifice again and again, pushing innocent people to death again and again, walking on the wrong path but still thinking that you are right, all members of the Libra have become extensions of the White Crow's will...

Asakura Yuko's heart suddenly felt cold.

"Yuko, what's wrong with you?" Wade stared at Asakura Yuko with suspicion, "Did you trigger some mechanism? You don't look right, are you going to die?"

Asakura Yuko said nothing and walked out of the room, as if she couldn't hear Wade's question.

The moment she stepped out of the door and turned around to close it, an emotionless declaration hovered over her head:
[You are a believer in the night, please go out and choose your target]

[If you are sure you want to kill someone, knock on the door three times]

She paused slightly and turned her head to look at the door behind her.

Wade noticed her abnormality. Given his personality, he would definitely find an opportunity to kill her to eliminate future troubles, unless she took the initiative.

She is a pagan and she still has one chance to kill someone. Does she really need to use it here?

Asakura Yuko was silent for a long time, and finally made a decision. She took out a yellowed page of history book from her arms, picked up a pen and started writing on it.

……

In the room, Wade watched Asakura Yuko's back disappear behind the door and suppressed the relaxation on his face.

Although he is a force-oriented player, his IQ is not low. He can sense that Asakura Yuko rarely speaks the truth and has hidden many things from him.

There was no conflict of interest before. On the contrary, cooperation could reduce the difficulty of exploration. He was happy to play dumb and let Asakura Yuko rush to the front line while keeping more cards for himself.

But at this moment, more and more doubts were exposed, and the appearance of peace could no longer be maintained. Wade knew that he should make a decision.

As the youngest son of a certain chairman of the Federation, although he is destined to be isolated from politics in this life, he also has many privileges that he can do as he pleases as long as he does not go too far.

When it comes to not taking human life seriously, he is no less than anyone else. No matter how dazzling a player is, he is just a name to him.

What's more, this woman named Asakura Yuko is not very famous. If she were not the holder of an ID card, no one would know of her existence.

Wade sneered and turned the page of the history book in his hand. On it was a record: [Offer the soul and flesh of the sacrifice to God].

This was the record he obtained when he explored the backyard of the temple last night. The effect was to kill any player or NPC in the instance. He had already written Asakura Yuko's number on the back of the paper. As long as the paper was torn off, the effect would be activated.

As the sound of paper tearing was heard, there was a bang outside the door and a heavy object fell to the ground.

Wade thought to himself that as expected, Asakura Yuko had not left at all. She was probably standing at the door planning how to kill him. If he hadn't acted faster, he would have been the one dead now.

He felt a little scared, but in his heart he felt more of an excitement of being on the verge of life and death. He was almost backstabbed by his teammate, but he successfully backstabbed his teammate in advance. Such a plot is simply exciting.

Wade hummed a little tune, got up and went out, lowering his eyes to look at Asakura Yuko's pale body. His eyes fell on the "Pagan" identity card extracted from the latter's body, which made him feel even more thrilling.

You know, killing pagans is written into the dungeon mechanism, so it's probably much easier for him to kill people than for him to do so.

There were some papers scattered around the corpse, with dense ink handwriting on them, which seemed to be clues.

Wade bent down, picked up the paper on top, and after glancing at the contents, he narrowed his eyes.

There was a neat handwriting on it:

[Ved, there are some things that will determine your life or death that I have not told you before. Now I will explain them to you one by one:

You can make it clear that tomorrow's vote is not in your favor. At least four people belong to the same force and can decide the life or death of anyone by collecting votes. After I die, you will be their only choice for voting.

But you don't have to wait for death. The only way to break the deadlock is to bind the "Forbidden Scholar" identity card immediately, find Fu Jue, negotiate with him as an equal as the holder of the identity card, and reach a cooperation. End this instance before the voting begins.

Leaving the instance does not mean you are safe. Currently, all identity card holders have guilds behind them. As a free player, you will become the target of public criticism. I believe you are not too stupid and can understand the logic behind it.

I belong to both the Tingfeng Guild and the Libra Church. If you inherit my identity card, it means that both major forces will lose the opportunity to compete for the final copy. They will not let you go.

Go to the Tingfeng Guild's headquarters in Sunset Ruins to find President Yu, he will protect you; of course, you can also go directly to the Tower of Babylon if you are not afraid of death. 】

Wade sneered and tore the paper in his hand into pieces, and the yellow and white scraps of paper flew all over the sky like dead leaves.

He grinned, revealing a row of sharp white teeth. "This woman had long anticipated that I would kill her, so she deliberately wrote these nonsense, thinking that it could scare me?"

The dead cannot speak. On Asakura Yuko's body, a new card solidified its outline: a black-robed figure holding a book, with a large number of black tentacles surging under the sleeves of the robe, forming a large area of ​​darkness that seemed to have substance...

It is the identity card of [Forbidden Scholar].

Wade pinched the card between two fingers, black lines spread along his blood vessels like a spider web, and a torrent of knowledge crashed into his skull, bringing phantom pain.

The effect of the identity card appears in the upper left corner of the line of sight: [When in the upright position, you can write the history of this world...]

The words that Asakura Yuko once said echoed in my ears:

"There's no need. Even if I tell you the truth, you may not believe me. It's better not to tell it."

"I've already said that the purpose of my ID card is to record history. I'm also confused about how it has developed into what it is now."

Wade's expression became strange, and the corners of his eyes twitched. He seemed to find it funny, or ironic, and finally he became frozen in confusion.

His lips trembled, and he finally uttered only one sentence: "Ha, she really didn't lie to me..."

The black mist flowed slowly, outlining strange patterns in the air. The sound of footsteps appeared and disappeared like an illusion, arousing the nerves' alertness.

A cold male voice without any ups and downs sounded not far away: "It seems that you have decided the final survivor. You can move on to the next step of the plan."

Wade turned around and saw a figure in a black suit suddenly appearing at the entrance of the corridor. There was no emotion in his eyes behind the lenses. It was Fu Jue who was supposed to be dead.

"You are not dead after all." Wade's voice was cold, and Asakura Yuko's previous judgment unconsciously emerged in his mind.

Did she already know all this? Ha, that must be the case, so she chose to die on purpose and leave the mess to him...

Wei De was brewing malice in his heart, and his tone became even more impolite: "Anyway, I have no other choice. Tell me about your plan."

Fu Jue nodded slightly and walked towards him step by step: "Now, I need you to bind the [Forbidden Scholar] identity card immediately." (End of this chapter)