Infinite Weird Game

The headquarters of the Libra Church in the East District of Xiangcheng.

Yuko Asakura opened her eyes in the office and looked at the time displayed on the retro alarm clock on the upper left corner of the desk.

It is exactly nine o'clock in the evening, the second half of the twenty-four hours of the day. Some people fall asleep, some people start their nightlife, and some people ignore this time and continue to work hard.

Asakura Yuko knew that she would die at exactly half past nine; the alarm would go off at that time, and because no one had turned it off, it would continue to make noise until someone found her body.

Before entering each dungeon, Asakura Yuko would prepare for death and set the alarm for half an hour in advance, so she didn't feel surprised at this time, and didn't even feel the slightest bit of sadness or nostalgia.

In the "Holy City" copy, she accidentally discovered that White Crow used the effect of the identity card to control her. After waking up and analyzing what had happened in the past, she realized that the Libra Church was not suitable as a force to open up a new world.

Therefore, she temporarily decided to seal the [Forbidden Scholar] identity card in the copy, so that the distribution of identity cards of various forces would be balanced again - it was that simple.

"Yuko, what happened?" Bai Ya pushed the door open with concern on his face. "Did you see anything in the dungeon? The [Forbidden Scholar] identity card does create a lot of illusions..."

"The [Forbidden Scholar] card will remain in the "Sacred City" copy forever." Asakura Yuko said lightly.

She opened the drawer, took out a pile of manuscripts, stacked them, and picked up a pen to write and draw on the last page. She moved very quickly, as if she was in a hurry, but she was methodical from beginning to end and did not seem to be in a hurry.

Bai Ya's voice was slightly cold: "Yuko, what happened? Who killed you?"

"Myself." Asakura Yuko didn't look up. "It was myself who killed me. I thought about dying many years ago, and I stayed in this world because I mistakenly thought I had found a reason to live. Now I have once again lost the value of continuing to live, so I might as well quit as soon as possible."

Emotionally, she disagreed with Bai Ya's actions, but rationally, she knew that Bai Ya's actions were necessary and reasonable for the current situation. In this way, she, who had temporarily broken free from control, became an obstacle that had to be cleared.

The situation had progressed to this point, and there was no room for change or deviation. As a variable, she had no choice but to die.

Bai Ya looked at Asakura Yuko calmly and said seriously: "I respect your choice. If you are really tired, you can take a rest and wait to wake up again in the new world."

Asakura Yuko didn't say anything, and the room fell into silence for a moment. Only the shallow breathing of the two people could be heard. The space of less than ten square meters seemed somewhat empty and lonely.

Asakura Yuko was silent, writing on the paper. When she got to one point, she suddenly asked, "Why? Leader, you clearly know that I agree with your ideas and will support your correct decision, why did you do that?"

Bai Ya lowered his eyes to look at the paper on the desk, his voice calm: "I'm sorry, Yuko. I can't trust anyone, and I can't accept any possibility of failure. The ceremony of [Fantasy Orator] is about to take shape, and I will not lightly tolerate the existence of variables."

Asakura Yuko closed her eyes and said, "I understand."

The shrill sound of the alarm broke the silence, and the pen in Asakura Yuko's hand fell with a "snap", leaving a hideous scratch on the white paper.

The sound of a funeral knell circled in the room, like a precursor to a church mass. A crow or magpie on a tree outside the window was startled and flew up with flapping wings.

Bai Ya quietly watched Asakura Yuko slump down on the chair, her pupils dilated, her cheeks gradually losing color. She walked forward silently, turned off the alarm clock, reached out to close the dead woman's eyelids, picked up the paper on the table and started to read.

There are a lot of long texts, including records of major events in the past of the Libra Church, descriptions of Bai Ya's own deeds, and newly written opinions on some recent decisions and orders, but the only thing missing is Asakura Yuko herself.

Bai Ya looked at it for a while, then casually put all the paper pages into the shredder in the corner of the office and pressed the switch.

The humming sound of steel chewing paper pages rang out softly. She watched the tiny pieces of paper fall like ashes and sighed faintly: "Those who cannot accept sin wait for the competition to end in the realm of death. Conspirators and ambitious people work together to push the endless game to the end. This has been the case since ancient times.

"The situation has come to this point, and there is no turning back."

Bai Ya swept away all the scraps of paper, turned around, opened the office curtains and pushed open the window.

In the dark night, a golden halo lit up in a confusing manner, dragging streams of light in the air, and gradually condensed into a huge golden flower bud. It was the flower of rules that appeared in the "Sacred City" copy...

……

"Sorry, I'm late." In a confused dream, Dong Xiwen pushed open the door of the room and sat on a chair near the door.

After seeing the two people who had been sitting in the room for a long time, he blinked twice: "Um... Leader, brother, can you tell me what's going on?"

During this period, Dong Xiwen has become accustomed to communicating with "Yuan" through dreams. Although he is still under the command of Bai Ya on the surface, he has become an accomplice of "Yuan" in secret.

He was originally unwilling to participate in political struggles, and only wanted the Libra Church to overthrow the federal government and change this terrible world as they advertised.

But as the purge within the church progressed, countless past heroes, elders, and core members were executed on trumped-up charges. He watched the blood spread over the pale stone bricks, and couldn't help but doubt the concept of balance, while at the same time developing a sense of worry that his own people would be hurt.

Even though "Yuan" had never promised him anything, nor did he do more to gain his trust, he still unconsciously approached this strange politician psychologically - simply because he disagreed with Bai Ya's way of doing things.

This meeting seemed no different from any previous meeting, but Dong Xiwen did not expect that in this space similar to his palace of thought, he would be able to see the image of his long-dead brother Dong Ziwen.

He originally thought that his brother possessed the jade pendant and survived after his death only out of helplessness; now it seems that it is not that simple. He is afraid that there is a conspiracy behind it by "Yuan", and he has already been calculated into it.

"Brother, you guessed right, my death is part of the plan." Dong Ziwen was wearing a black leather jacket, his face was hidden in the shadows and could not be seen clearly, "I am about to be exposed, and I can only escape by dying.

"You joining the Libra is part of my plan. We need a pure newcomer who will never betray us to gain fame and attract the attention of White Crow, and then keep an eye on her as her confidant."

Dong Ziwen's tone was very normal, a simple and natural tone of notification, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with acting this way.

Dong Xiwen originally thought that he would be angry. You know, he thought that Dong Ziwen was murdered, and he went crazy for a whole year.

He had killed people, been investigated by the federal government, been hunted down, and came to the Libra headquarters across the ocean, where he was almost shot to death...

But at this moment he was surprisingly calm, even calmly asking: "Why?"

"Because Bai Ya wants to create a god." Yuan said coldly. He obviously thought Dong Xiwen was asking why they wanted to deal with Bai Ya.

After all, in the eyes of outsiders, although the Libra Church has two leaders, they each perform their duties and do not interfere with each other. Their ultimate goal is to overthrow the Federation, so there is no need for them to become incompatible.

At the moment, he explained succinctly: “White Crow hopes to use the power of God to overthrow the Federation and bring the world under the rule of God.

“I can’t conclude that she wants to be a dictator. Letting an absolutely fair god formulate strict rules is indeed a way to achieve absolute equality.

"But I always believe that humans can choose for themselves and should not be interfered with by gods."

"Ha, OK, I understand." Dong Xiwen nodded slightly and asked, "Then what should we do next?"

Dong Ziwen stared at him and asked, "Brother, I remember you got a small card, but I couldn't see its face clearly. What card was it?"

Dong Xiwen formed a red and black card between his fingers. The magician in red on the card bowed deeply. The audience, simplified into black shadows, surrounded him and cheered. There was a scarlet patch on the chest of one person, which looked like a bleeding heart at first glance.

"Audience." He answered calmly, "It belongs to the [Fool Trickster] set."

……

In an observation room on the fifth underground floor of the Jiangcheng branch of the Weird Investigation Bureau, six chairs were placed side by side, with a person sitting on each chair. They were the representatives who had entered the "Holy City" copy.

Fu Jue sat on a chair in the corner and calmly narrated the process of the dungeon, from the early stage of the dungeon when Qis participated in the game as a god-level NPC, causing the live broadcast room to be closed; to the later stage of the dungeon when the ancestor god unexpectedly revived and killed almost all the players, and only the identity card holder survived.

The five representatives remained strangely silent. Not only did they not refute Fu Jue's statement, they also nodded in agreement from time to time, indicating that everything Fu Jue said was true.

Other representatives who did not follow up on the copy felt that the matter was not that simple, and they had no other channels to know the full picture. They could only pace around outside the door, feeling disappointed and frustrated.

An investigator from Crystal County rushed into the observation room, grabbed Fran Parker's shoulders and shook him madly: "Fran, tell me this isn't true! This isn't the first time you've faced a god. With your ranking, how could you die so easily?"

He was clearly indicating that he wanted Fran to accuse Fu Jue of murdering them. He was just short of grabbing Fran's hand and pointing it at Fu Jue.

Fran just shook his head slightly and said in a hoarse voice: "The Ancestor God is different from other gods. At that time, He just looked at me, and I couldn't move... I'm sorry, I really don't want to recall that experience again..."

Fatigue and fear were written on every representative’s face. These dying people were listless and exhausted, making it hard to question them any further.

Another investigator from another county looked at Fu Jue and sneered, "Fu Jue, they all died in the dungeon, and you were the only one who survived. Don't you want to explain? Regardless of whether you watched them die without helping, or were unable to do anything, you are no longer fit to lead the entire Weird Investigation Bureau, right?"

Fu Jue raised his eyelids and said calmly, "There are still twenty-seven hours before the final instance begins. Players who want to replace me can continue to be matched with me in the same instance to determine the winner who is most suitable to participate in the final instance."

The fate of the five representatives was still fresh in my mind. To be matched with Fu Jue in the same instance at this time was like telling him, "I don't want to live anymore. Please send me to death."

The investigator stared at him intently. "From what you said, Fu Jue, do you admit that you subjectively watched them die without helping them, and even intentionally used the copies to deal with them?"

"I never said that." Fu Jue looked at him sideways, his words clearly pronounced, "But I always think that internal friction when approaching the final instance is irrational and low-value stupidity."

The investigator wanted to say something else, but Fu Jue stood up and walked out the door.

Li Yunyang just happened to walk towards him from outside the door. When he saw Fu Jue, he looked serious and said, "Senior, Congressman Hayes called. I hope to talk to you face to face tomorrow."

Fu Jue said: "Brook Hayes, a player of Weird Games, ranked 97th in the overall ranking, one of the founders of the Weird Investigation Bureau, retired to the second line in 2026, and no longer participates in matching new dungeons. I met his son Wade in the "Sacred City" dungeon. Is he here for this matter?"

Li Yunyang shook his head slightly: "He didn't say anything, just said that he had boarded the plane to Beidu."

"Okay, I understand." Fu Jue nodded slightly, his lenses reflecting white spots of light, "Please tell him that I will meet him at the Beidu headquarters at 2 pm tomorrow."

He was about to leave when Li Yunyang suddenly stopped him and said, "Senior, 40% of Jiangcheng has been strangely polluted, and Director Shao's situation is not very good. I think..."

"Li Yunyang, you need to preserve your strength as much as possible before the final instance." Fu Jue interrupted, "The final instance is the crux of all the weirdness. If you don't solve it, all your efforts will be in vain.

"After May 5, I will start to deal with the source of pollution."

……

In Qijia Village, Jincheng, Qis opened his eyes on the bed. Layers of fatigue enveloped his whole body. His limbs could hardly move for a while, and even his thinking became sluggish.

Fighting with the ancestor god for the body did not cause any physical damage, but rather a kind of wear and tear on the soul. He felt fear and confusion for the first time in a long time, as if he was covered by an irresistible natural disaster, and then realized how insignificant and ordinary he was...

"Qi Si, what's wrong with you? Your face is paler than my paper doll." Xu Yao hung upside down from the ceiling, staring at Qi Si.

With her interruption, Qis seemed like a person trapped in a nightmare awakened by the sound of Sanskrit. The discomfort that had been lingering around him dissipated and disappeared in an instant.

He sat up and said listlessly, "It's nothing. It's just that a dangerous creature that died a long time ago has crawled out of hell. It will probably come to take my life in the next period of time."

"Who?" Xu Yao asked curiously, "Who else could come after you?"

"Ancestor God. You don't know him." Qi Si said perfunctorily, picking up his phone and taking a look.

The message bar suddenly received a new text message: [Secret cooperation in the final instance. Fu Jue]

As always, it was an unfamiliar number that I couldn’t call back or lock. The only thing I could tell from the tone of the voice was that the message was indeed from that person.

Qi Si finally showed a strange smile on his face: "It seems that your plan is going well, and your ambition is arrogant enough. Interesting, interesting." (End of this chapter)