It's time to become an evil god.

"..."

"So, two years later, we unfortunately found ourselves caught up in this celebration?"

Bai Ge uttered what the other players had been keeping to themselves: "And it's set in a Japanese world similar to the Stalker universe?"

Everyone fell silent.

Anyone with half a brain could see that the upcoming celebration was definitely suspicious. So all the players agreed that from now on, they were all in the same boat and would work together to complete the mission.

"The quests just leaving the starting village are already giving all Earth players a headache, I really don't know what the next quests will be like..."

Some players felt a deep sense of pessimism, seeing the buses heading to the exhibition hall at the entrance as if they were preparing to go to the execution ground and bravely sacrifice themselves.

After all the players boarded the vehicles, they headed towards the newly built conference venue. At this time, all the players secretly activated their reconnaissance and protection items, monitoring everything around them.

"But is this considered work in the underworld?"

The president, arms crossed, looked impatiently out the window, only to suddenly see a huge, eerie doll slowly rising to its feet.

"This is also one of the performance items at the art exhibition."

While looking at the art exhibition brochure, Bai Ge explained, "I think it's called 'Japanese Dolls'?"

Grass!

The doll, which is used as a mascot, is covered in bright red, broken tree branches, but it looks like a skinned human body, revealing muscles and skull.

The enormous bodies were manipulated by people, the puppeteers sang and danced, and the puppets were controlled by ropes, but their eyes were like living things, scanning the crowd with a strange gaze and making all sorts of movements that violated human biomechanics.

Finally, it opened its mouth wide, spewing out strange white smoke that vanished without a trace in an instant.

"I don't know why, but I always feel like a storm is about to break, and the doll's movements are also very strange."

The witch held her staff, a rare serious expression on her face, as if she were deep in thought.

"strangeness?"

"Yes."

She stared through the car window at the giant doll that was getting closer and closer, and analyzed, "I feel like these actions are something that only happen in some evil sect's summoning rituals, and what is summoned is often a terrifying Other that is hostile to humans. In other words, our enemy is not human, but possibly some higher being."

Bai Ge's gaze was fixed on the lifeless faces of the people on the street. They walked along the street expressionlessly, seemingly just repeating mechanical movements, like programmed puppets. He muttered to himself, "Have you noticed that the expressions on these people's faces are strange, yet strangely familiar?"

Bai Ge's words alerted everyone, and they all looked out the window.

Suddenly, Bai Ge seemed to realize something and exclaimed with a look of sudden understanding, "That's right, it's that doll! The expressions on the faces of these passersby are exactly the same as those on the giant doll!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the pedestrians on the road stopped and turned their heads in unison, all looking at the car.

It was as if time outside the car stood still for that instant.

Click.

Pedestrians on the street suddenly opened their mouths, and something seemed to be wriggling under the skin of their throats. Finally, they vomited with a "whoosh," and a tentacle covered with eyeballs emerged from it. Then, their muscles stretched all over their bodies, as if some ghostly thing was moving under their skin. One second they were well-dressed office workers, and the next they had become mutated monsters, rushing towards the bus.

Suddenly, the giant doll opened its mouth and held up a horizontal plaque with a sentence clearly written on it.

Artistic Director for the Program: Shinji Mikami.

Chapter 197 The Humanity Salvation Plan with a Tampered Script

As if provoked by something, the living people began rushing in this direction. Ignoring whether there were still people inside, they crashed directly into the bus. Some even lay on the bus, frantically pounding their foreheads against the glass, leaving conspicuous red bloodstains. Finally, with a loud crash, the glass window was shattered by the strange object.

"stop."

The president pulled out a revolver and, expressionless, fired at the infected monsters outside. No matter how many monsters rushed towards him, they would inexplicably vanish into thin air.

[Big Brother Bullet Big Belly Button]

He silently recited a strange incantation, and as soon as he finished speaking, a stitched-together humanoid rabbit appeared behind the president. It simply grabbed the president's cheeks with its two hands and then vanished instantly.

Any monster caught in D4C will be directly teleported to another dimension, never to return.

However, the number of office workers on the street increased, almost like a zombie horde outbreak. The crazed monsters rushed over and tied up all the players in the car.

All the players were trapped inside the bus.

The witch finally couldn't hold back any longer and shouted, "If anyone has an AOE skill that can clear large numbers of minions, don't keep it to yourself at this point!"

"I'll do it, I have a way to clear the soldiers."

Finally, the boy who had been sitting silently in the corner stood up, holding something that looked like a duel disk in his hand.

The player ID of this person is 【游十星馬矢】, a name that sounds like a man who is good at playing cards. The item in his hand is a reward he obtained in a previous dungeon mission: the Death Duel Disk.

[Item: Death Duel Disk]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Features: Randomly draws a card, uses the power of the card without any restrictions. The host will not be injured after being attacked, but will lose corresponding health points. Once the host's health points reach zero, the host will die on the spot.]

[P.S.: Your health is as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind.]

Card-drawing games have always been a matter of luck. Once you draw a key card that can destroy the world or bring the dead back to life, you can turn the tide of the game. On the contrary, most of the time you draw some cards with no clear meaning, such as the Lion Wizard.

Yuju Hoshino silently swallowed, closed his eyes, and drew a card.

"Doraemon!"

He opened his eyes, looked at the furry monster on the card, and after reading its effect, finally revealed a smug and composed smile.

"I drew Kuriboh!"

Yuu Hoshima placed the Duel Card in the Summoning Zone and loudly proclaimed, "And activate Kuriboh's effect, Kuriboh's entire family of loyal martyrs."

"Coolie, naked!"

A furry, round monster appeared out of thin air, its small eyes trying desperately to convey a ferocious appearance. However, its round body had nothing to do with a terrifying monster.

"Will this thing even work?"

Bai Ge asked uncertainly, "It looks like its combat power is 0?"

Upon hearing these words, the chestnut ball immediately became unhappy. Without saying a word, it floated out of the car window, protecting the monsters' faces. With a strange "coolie, coolie" sound, it exploded right in front of the monsters, blasting their entire heads away without a trace, leaving only broken wounds gushing blood.

The series of explosions finally bought the bus some time, but the bus driver remained in a driving posture, seemingly oblivious to the densely packed humanoid monsters pressed against the windows.

The endless explosions of the Kuriboh bought them time to advance, allowing them to escape the monsters and rush directly towards the art exhibition hall.

"All right."

Yuju Hoshino silently breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't originally planned to use the Death Duel Disk, because once you put it on, you can only remove it when the dungeon ends. What's even more terrifying is that you can't use any other items during this time. It seems very powerful, but its randomness and limitations mean that the Duel Disk isn't very valuable in the eyes of players.

The vehicle escaped the monster's lair, but before it had gone a hundred meters, a massive figure stood in the middle of the road, its reddish eyes seemingly locked onto all the players inside.

A strange, enormous eyeball grew from his shoulder and kept moving, finally focusing on all the players.

The controlled, inhuman monster let out a roar that would terrify even ghosts and gods.

"If I'm not mistaken, that thing should be called a G-virus infected body?"

Bai Ge rested his chin on his hand and said softly, "I have a way to deal with this guy."

……

"Something's not right with the script."

"This is not the script we wanted."

"Hidetaka Miyazaki has deceived us!"

In the pitch-black conference room, only five holographic monuments arranged together emitted different lights, and the sounds emanating from them were shock, anger, and fear.

They realized what was happening at the last moment.

I was scammed.

Since the Fukushima nuclear disaster eight years ago, the entire country has been undergoing a catastrophic transformation in silence.

Everyone has no choice but to swallow the bitter fruit of this disaster.

Those "forbidden zones" filled with bizarre deaths, and the strange disasters that occur frequently due to the distortion of time and space, almost completely replicate the background of "The Evil Within," "Death Stranding," and Junji Itoh's horror stories.

The top leadership of the Central Dogmatic Organization, which had been secretly controlling the central government, began gathering other personnel to carry out a secret plan.

One part of what is known as the Humanity Salvation Project involves a ritual of sacrificing countless souls of high-level spiritual beings, using the Kabbalah Tree of Life as a medium, to awaken the sleeping ancient gods and transform all people into divine offspring of a higher form.

According to the plan, they would use the quadrennial art exhibition to host a banquet for artists from all over the world and personally orchestrate a tragedy. However, as the script progressed, the few people who had been cooperating with the central dogma finally tore off the mask.

pat, pat.

The sound of soft leather shoes on marble flooring echoed in the darkness, growing louder and louder as it approached the holographic monument conference. Miyazaki Hidetaka, one of the first recruits, stood before a group of high-ranking officials.

The No. 1 holographic monument emitted a low sigh, as if it had anticipated something, and slowly said, "It really is you."

He spoke to everyone in a calm tone, “The time has come to revise the Dead Sea Contract script. Farewell, everyone here.”

The silent, cold holographic monument did not respond to Hidetaka Miyazaki.

However, Hidetaka Miyazaki paid no attention. With his hands in his pockets, he continued speaking to the high-ranking members of the Central Dogma, “Although you have changed the form of your souls, you are ultimately just life forms gifted with the fruit of wisdom. Even if you can live for a long time, you are still the same as us, unable to escape the fate of death. In order to promote the evolution of a species burdened with death, you have taught us the way of continuing civilization. On behalf of humanity, I thank you all.”

pat.

The No. 5 holographic monument dimmed, as if someone had cut off its power.

At this point, Hidetaka Miyazaki bowed slightly, paying his respects to the gradually fading holographic monument.

"May your souls return to their origin through death."

The images on the monument went out one after another, like a final farewell. He silently put on his sunglasses and muttered to himself, "Let us complete the human salvation plan that you all longed for, and the god-slaying that you had already given up."

Hidetaka Miyazaki stood up, and the last luminous stone slab dimmed.

The figure disappeared into the darkness.

The door behind them opened a crack, and light shone in through the gap.

Hideo Kojima, wearing glasses, stood at the doorway. Behind him, countless humanoid silhouettes, resembling fine particles, floated in mid-air, flickering like virtual image receivers with poor signal. Each silhouette was connected to Kojima by an umbilical cord, making them appear as a group of puppets controlled by strings.

"Those scholars from another world have passed the first trial."

He adjusted his glasses and said calmly, "The old rituals have been erased, and the new rituals may begin."

Chapter 198 He came, he saw, he destroyed.