I Became a God in a Horror Game

Bai Jiamu blurted out: “Why did you suddenly read Bai Liu’s fortune?!”

“What fortune-telling!” The Judge retorted, seemingly angry, “My skill is called [Listening to God’s Words], and it’s different from fortune-telling, okay?”

“It’s all the same.” A teammate from Killer Sequence next to him leaned over with interest, “What did you figure out?”

The Judge’s gaze paused, and he smiled: “I have calculated the birth of a new god.”

Bai Jiamu quickly thought of the group of indigenous people who like to raise snakes, and their strange attitude towards Bai Liu. He frowned: “Are you saying that Bai Liu will become the new god of these indigenous believers in this dungeon?”

The Judge turned around, and there was no emotion in his voice: “Sort of.”

“However, the origins of gods are the same. Bai Liu can be selected here, which proves that he has been selected in all copies. That’s why he keeps encountering old gods… god level NPCs.”

The Judge was quiet for a moment: “The evil god chose Bai Liu as his next successor. He is inducing Bai Liu to kill the god-level NPC.”

Bai Jiamu frowned when he heard this: “What do you mean?”

The Judge turned around and smiled again: “I don’t really understand, I just saw some things that the gods were talking about. This is what the prophecy is.”

“Even I, a prophet, sometimes don’t know whether the things I predict are true, or whether the gods deliberately sent these words to lead me astray.”

The more Bai Jiamu listened, the more confused he became. His brows were almost knotted: “You mean God lies?”

The Judge shook his head: “As you know, my skill identity is similar to that of a judge in religion, and my skill is to accept God’s oracle about the future and use this prophetic oracle to judge everyone.”

“The oracle is absolutely true and God can indeed see everything that will happen to everyone in the future.”

Bai Jiamu became more and more confused as he listened: “Then why…”

The Judge lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was deep in thought, and suddenly changed the subject when he spoke again, “Do you know how to deceive someone perfectly without lying?”

Bai Jiamu was startled: “How?”

The Judge raised his eyes and looked at Bai Jiamu, with a very strange smile on his face: “That is to only tell him a few words about the truth.”

“Oracles are the most perfect manifestation of this deception.”

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the strange smell of campfires came from the dense jungle.

In the center of the indigenous territory farther from the lake, stood a shed made of rolled broad leaves and grass roots. Under the shed was a two-person-high wooden statue of a God. The statue’s eyebrows and forehead were painted with a unique grassy oil-based red paint.

There were six piles of torches placed around the statue. In such torrential weather, not only did the flames not go out, but it mysteriously burned higher and higher when blown by the wind.

The natives, whose bodies were covered with red paint, danced in a strange pattern around the statue and the six torches, beating their knees and humming an unknown eerie tune.

Kneeling in front of the statue was a man lying on his hands and knees in the mud. This man was the traditional indigenous leader. He put his hands up and humbly buried his head in the mud. He let the heavy rain drench his body and kept praying.

“O God, you gave us vast land and abundant rain. You foreshadowed enemies and crises to us in advance. You gave us Pluto, the death-like lake, as a harbor for defense. When the enemy sneak-attacked us with sinful artillery, at that time, rain and dew fell to help us fight back.”

“Victory will be ours, for God has foretold it all.”

“You once sent an oracle to tell us that the only way to get rid of those evil strangers who have occupied our land and enslaved our bodies was to kill the factory director.”

The man kneeling on the ground slowly raised his head, as if he was afraid of offending the wooden sculpture. He raised his neck and looked at the statue with feverish eyes:

“You and I have the same opinion. The factory director was indeed a despicable and shameless foreigner, using his hypocritical appearance to confuse us!”

“We have regained our freedom under your oracle’s instructions. The next step is to win this war. God, please tell us, tell your weak and devout believers, what should we do?”

“For this I will offer you your favorite offering, our desire and pain!”

After finishing speaking, the man climbed into the shed and put his ear to the ground, as if he was listening to the oracle sent by God. He nodded in response from time to time, with a solemn look on his face, as if he had really heard something.

Other natives waited with bated breath.

After a while, the man carefully walked out of the shed. He stood with his eyes flickering, and there was an unconcealable malice in his voice:

“God said, kill that Guy and that new commander, and put me in power again, and God will give us everything we once had.”

“Everything will be peaceful again.”

On the boat.

Bai Jiamu was still thinking about what The Judge just said. He couldn’t help but ask: “But Judge, even if the oracle has the possibility of deceiving people, although I don’t think God really exists, didn’t you say that few people except you can hear the so-called oracle?”

Bai Jiamu was not religious. He was skeptical of this god-or-not-god stuff, but is okay with The Judge.

This magic stick [1] has a strong sense of self-management – The Judge doesn’t believe in god, but only uses prophecies as a reference. Sometimes he does not take the oracles seriously at all, and would even go back on the instructions in them.

That’s why this guy was called [Judge against God] before.

“You want to ask me why an NPC in a dungeon can also hear the oracle?” The Judge sat on the edge of the boat and rowed. He looked back at Bai Jiamu with a smile, “Except for a judge like me who can make a one-way phone call to the God from time to time and ask him about oracles, whether ordinary people can hear the oracle depends on the intensity of the person’s inner desires.”

“In other words, most of the oracles that a person can hear are what he wants to hear from God, in line with their own desires.”

“Historically, most of the cases where oracles were heard were because the person wanted to gain a certain status, so they used divine power as a cover to persecute others.”

The Judge withdrew his gaze: “But it does not rule out that some people can really hear the oracle. God likes to give hints to people with such strong desires, and then uses these people to keep control and cause a mess to the world.”

“God does not want to see the world in peace, so that his existence would have no value.”

The members of Killer Sequence, who wanted to hear the gossip, came over and squatted next to The Judge, causing the small wooden boat to tilt over to one side.

The Judge quickly put his feet to the other side and stopped the two team members who were running his way. He stabilized the boat, and said helplessly: “If you don’t want to help with rowing, it’s okay to just watch me row alone, but why are you trying to capsize the boat? You must be undercover agents sent by the traditional indigenous people to assassinate me.”

The team members nodded seriously: “That’s not impossible. The traditionalists have an advantage in the game. If we defect with your head, we might be able to pass the level lying down.”

The Judge: “…”

What is the point of me working so hard to take them through the game?

The members of the Killer Sequence were all smiling. They all knew that they came to this dungeon to help Spades get better.

Several of the team members were already very young. The process of running back and forth with Spades, and the tactician The Judge, it really felt like playing a game, and they all played very relaxedly.

Bai Jiamu took The Judge’s oar and asked curiously: “Even when my desire is very strong, I can’t hear the oracle.”

The Judge glanced at him sideways: “You are so young, how strong can your desires be? People who are favored by God must have very strong desires.”

A team member next to him teased meaningfully: “Oh, you are young, Bai Jiamu, is it when you get up every day when you have the strongest desire?”

Bai Jiamu angrily raised his eyebrows and replied: “Bai Yi, don’t make such a dirty joke just because you are my brother-in-law! Be careful or I will cut you into pieces and feed them to the fish!”

Bai Yi rubbed his nose, stuck out his tongue, and shut himself up.

Bai Jiamu looked at The Judge and retorted fiercely with red ears: “Isn’t Bai Liu young? Didn’t you say that he was chosen by God to be the successor? Then how strong can his desire be? He just gets up every day and does it by himself then!”

Bai Yi retorted quietly from the side: “No, he and Spades are married, so it was him and Spades who had sex at night.”

Bai Jiamu: “…”

The Judge: “…”

After a while, Bai Yi touched his chin and thoughtfully added: “Of course, if Bai Liu has strong desires, it is not impossible to do it again in the morning. It is also possible from morning to night…”

Bai Jiamu expressionlessly raised his oar and slapped Bai Yi on the buttocks, knocking him into the water.

Bai Yi’s head quickly emerged from the water. He looked at Bai Jiamu in disbelief, with visible grievance on his face: “Why did you hit me? I didn’t make this up, Bai Liu said it himself, he said that he and Spades used 18 boxes of condoms in one night—Gululu!!”

Bai Jiamu stood up and stepped on the side of the boat. With an angry expression he used the oar to press down on Bai Yi’s head: “Shut up, I’m not of age yet!”

Bai Yi screamed: “Bai Jiamu, you can’t stop adults from telling dirty jokes just because you are underage. You are going to become an adult in only one month!”

“Adults should have the freedom to be pornographic——!! Gululu——! Spades is married, do you still want to deny the fact that he has a partner and a sex life! Gululu——!!”

Bai Yi shouted loudly: “You just don’t like the fact that you’re the last one on the team who is still single. Even Spades, a pure-bred straight man, found a wife earlier than you…”

Bai Jiamu was red from his ears to the root of his neck. He slapped Bai Yi’s face twice with the oar with a ferocious expression.

Bai Yi fell back dizzily, with spirals in his eyes, and the bubbles gradually stopped coming up to the surface.

Bai Jiamu took two deep breaths, then his face turned red, his eyes fierce, and he sat down very calmly. He looked directly at The Judge: “I don’t mind at all that I am the last male in the Killer Sequence team to get married. Don’t listen to his nonsense.”

The Judge calmly ignored the blood stains on the oar and gave him a thumbs up: “Killing relatives for justice, well done.”

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[1] 神棍 ‘A liar who pretends to be ghosts or gods.’/’a fraudster who cheats using religion’

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