I Became a God in a Horror Game

The rain was getting heavier.

The water quickly overflowed and soaked into the ground, making the mud thick and moist. Tang Erda followed Spades unsteadily. In the heavy rain, he could hardly see the rapidly moving Spades in front of him.

Spades was obviously heading towards Lake Pluto.

The closer to the lake, the deeper the water on the ground became. In the later stage, Tang Erda’s lower body was already submerged, and Spades in front of him jumped into the muddy water like a fish.

Tang Erda took a deep breath and jumped in as well.

The muddy water was turbid, and raindrops pelted the surface. Coupled with the previous dual attacks of artillery fire and mines, the bottom of the lake was turned upside down. You couldn’t see anything under the water, you could only feel the waves one after another. Tang Erda relied solely on his years of chasing people to keep up with Spades.

From time to time, some snake-like long black shadow creatures would slide past his side, but Tang Erda cautiously dodged them.

Spades swam very fast, and it didn’t take long for them to reach the bottom of the lake.

The bottom of the lake was very different from when they came here to place mines. There were countless holes, large and small, all blown out by artillery shells.

But fortunately, the water here was deeper and the visibility was higher. Tang Erda could barely see Spades clearly in the chaotic water, suspended in the water at the bottom.

Then, Spades calmly took out a piece of a left foot that was rotting and still moving from his waist, and carefully examined it under the water like a detector.

Tang Erda looked in the direction of Spades. The bombed water exposed a layer of very strange volcanic rock texture, with a layer of viscous, asphalt-like earthy liquid flowing on it.

Spades handed the body piece to Tang Erda, who tentatively inserted the body piece into the pile of asphalt-like liquid.

[System prompt: Congratulations to player Tang Erda for triggering the corpse storage point – the bottom of Pluto Lake]

[Putting a complete part of the collected corpse of the living dead into the bottom of the lake can be counted as one point, and putting a whole corpse of the living dead into the bottom of the lake can be counted as twenty points. Placing a corpse into the bottom of the lake in scattered places can only be counted as twelve points. Players are requested to try their best to piece the corpse together and place it at the bottom of the lake.]

[System prompt: The bottom of Pluto Lake is not yet the territory occupied by the camp to which player Tang Erda belongs. We regret to inform you that you should join the indigenous camp that owns Pluto Lake, or help your own camp occupy Pluto Lake. Only after that, the player can score points for this corpse.]

The corpse pieces slowly fell out of the soil, and Spades firmly grasped the suspended corpse pieces.

Tang Erda took a deep look at the bottom of the lake, then raised his head to look at Spades. He opened his mouth slightly, and when bubbles overflowed, he pointed to the top, gesturing for Spades to go up and breathe.

Before they came up, the water surface suddenly shook violently. Tang Erda suddenly raised his head and looked at the water surface. The countless wooden boats suspended above suddenly burst into flames.

The burning boats hung overhead, like a sudden appearance of flaming clouds in the hazy sky.

If a fire attack is successful on a heavy rainy day, there must be something wrong with the wooden boats themselves. Someone must have done something to them, such as soaking them with oil, turning the boat into a flammable substance.

This is simply not an attack strategy that people here can do!

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On the surface.

The traditional indigenous people wore shawls made of straw ropes and feather ring hats. They held guns and artillery and rushed forward on rafts that had not been painted with red paint. A strange accent vibrated in their throats. The person at the head was clearly the person who led the sacrifice before. He shouted with a fierce look:

“Kill these people cursed by God! Take back what is ours!”

“The paint God gives will summon unquenchable fire that burns the sinners!”

“Kill them! Burn them!”

The Judge and the others who were walking towards the river turned around, and Bai Yi emerged from the water, looking at the burning wooden boat warily: “Didn’t this group of traditionalists plan to wait for the enemy’s attack to end and turn around to attack us, the new faction, who are running out of battle power? How come they suddenly attacked us?”

Bai Jiamu frowned and said: “Now is the time when the two sides are fighting in chaos. It will do no good at all to attack our group of pioneers from behind. Are these traditionalists crazy about seizing power?”

“Something irritated them.” The Judge stretched out his hand with a steady expression, “Bring the telescope prop we brought in, let me see what happened over there.”

Bai Jiamu handed The Judge a standard telescope.

The Judge clamped it on the bridge of his nose, and his shaking and blurred vision finally settled on a small smoking jungle behind the lake. He frowned and adjusted the field of view of the telescope, and saw the situation in the small smoking jungle more clearly.

Then, The Judge couldn’t help but gasp.

There was a burning shed in the small jungle. The highly revered statue in the shed was shattered to pieces with a gun, poured with paint and set on fire. The entire sacrificial site was in a mess.

Only half of the shed was burned, and the torch next to it was not extinguished. It could be seen that the person who smashed the statue broke in and shattered it while the sacrifice was in progress.

The audacity of this!

This group of devout traditionalists must be going crazy to catch this troublemaker!

The Judge searched back along the path of the burning wooden boat, and sure enough he saw a man who kept jumping nimbly between boats. He was carrying a gun and had bloody bandages on his calves and shoulders, but he was avoiding the attacks in an extremely flexible manner.

He was followed by a long line of natives who were chasing him angrily and humming religious songs. Bullets and rockets flew past him from time to time.

This man is Guy who surrendered to them yesterday! One of the main NPCs!

Shouldn’t he be at the Red Cross being treated after being seriously injured? Why would you come here to burn the statue of these traditionalists!

Guy was heavily pursued, and although he had tried his best to hide himself by using the boat to dodge, he still received two shots.

The Judge, who was holding the telescope, frowned. Why didn’t Guy hide under the water?

Although hiding in such turbid waters may lead to random shooting, it’s better than running around like a living target on the surface, right?

Soon, The Judge got the answer, and he couldn’t help but squint.

Guy actually held up a huge statue head in front of him, and put a gun to it. He raised it while running, and opened and closed his lips, seeming speaking emotionally to the group of natives who were chasing him. Why did the traditionalists dare not shoot him?

This young man is quite talented. He knows that using a statue of a god as his hostage and shield before running away is not considered courageous.

The Judge put down the telescope and handed it to Bai Jiamu: “Go over and save people.”

Bai Jiamu nodded and was about to row back when Guy ran this way.

As Guy ran in, The Judge and the others finally heard what Guy was saying.

Guy shouted loudly in the sound of rain: “You say God exists, you say God has saved you, you say God has given you everything, and God asked you to kill the good people who help you.”

He stood on a swaying small wooden boat, with several corpses killed by shrapnels lying at his feet. They were lying on the edge of the boat with their eyes open, and the blood on their bodies had long solidified.

Guy glanced at the dead people with compassion, his eyes were red, he raised the head of the wooden statue high, and pointed the gun at the forehead of the statue: “This is the only symbol of your so-called god here. If you really exist, take your head back from my hands!”

The Judge’s face changed when he heard this: “No, he is going to use extreme means to prove to these traditionalists that God does not exist! If he really breaks those traditionalists, they will go crazy and kill him without any hesitation, stop him!”

Bai Jiamu’s expression stiffened, he flipped his wrist and threw out a bright scalpel, which passed through the rain and mist, and struck the gun in Guy’s hand.

Bai Jiamu’s breathed a sigh of relief: “I caught it with my skill weapon, he missed.”

The moment Guy pulled the trigger, the gun was hit by the scalpel and fell. The bullet missed the statue’s forehead.

The leader of the traditional faction who was chasing him laughed maniacally: “God sent believers to stop you! God exists! You can’t kill God!”

“God is protecting Himself and me. That factory director, that dirty hypocrite, should be killed by me according to God’s instructions!”

Guy was half-kneeling on the boat. His eyelids moved, and he suddenly picked up the scalpel. Without hesitation, he grabbed it fiercely and chopped the head of the statue.

Bai Jiamu: “!!!”

The Judge: “!!!”

Why is he like this! Young man, you are too stubborn!

Guy seemed to explode, the muscles of his shoulders bulged, and he kept holding the knife and lowering it. He gasped, and the rainwater slid down his wet hair.

The head of the wooden statue was chopped into pieces and covered with scars by the scalpel.

The leader of the traditionalist faction across from him yelled like a chicken with his throat squeezed. His eyes were wide open, and he watched almost in disbelief as the head of the statue, which was protected by paint, was chopped into sawdust by Guy. There was a look of panic and horror on his face that could not be concealed.

A native next to him murmured to himself in a trance: “How could he destroy the paint coating that God has blessed us with…”

“Why didn’t God send heavy rain to drown him and thunder to burn him to death?”

“Why would God let a person who betrays God insult his own statue…?”

The leader’s eyes were about to burst. He raised his hand and gave the people next to him a slap in the face. He shouted at them hoarsely: “That’s enough! God exists! God is protecting us! Are you going to abandon God like these people?! Be punished by God and drowned?!”

The voices of doubt slowly weakened again.

Guy raised his head, and his eyes filled with countless emotions fell on the hysterical leader through the wet hair on his forehead. He showed a sarcastic smile: “God does not exist, he shouldn’t die.”

“God has never protected you at all. You are doing all this just for your own desires.”

Guy stood up staggeringly, raised the unrecognizable statue head in his hand towards the leader, and said hoarsely: “You dirty, cowardly person who dares to hide under the beliefs of a cult, do you dare to face up to the broken appearance of the god you have woven out of your own lies?”

The leader’s eyes were red, and he roared as he raised his gun: “Shut up, you are the one abandoned by God!”

The bullets passed through the statue of the god that Guy had lifted up, shooting randomly at him. Guy slowly closed his eyes, with a satisfied and tired smile on his face, and fell into the lake of death named Pluto together with the god’s head.

The Judge had a complicated look and stopped Bai Jiamu from stepping forward to catch Guy who fell into the water: “——This is the main plot of this NPC. We can’t stop it. Just watch. He is destined to die. This is of his own free will.”

Bai Jiamu was startled, and then asked in disbelief: “Why did he want to seek death on his own? He might still have a way to live if he didn’t anger the leader.”

“What he wants is for the leader to smash the idol with his own hands in anger.” The Judge pointed at the natives, and sighed, “Look, the expressions of those natives have changed, and they are beginning to doubt their leader. “

“Guy knew that if he smashed the idol, he would not completely shatter the faith of these indigenous people. He wanted the person who created these lies, that is, the leader, to smash the idol with his own hands, so that these indigenous people would wake up.”

The Judge sighed: “When he surrendered, he was ready to pay the price with his life.”

“But I still find it very strange.” The Judge changed the topic, touching his chin thoughtfully, “Based on my previous predictions, Guy’s main plot should only be triggered in the middle to late stages. Why did it advance to the first day of the war? Guy already fully understood what to do to achieve his goal. Has anyone taught him?”

Bai Jiamu reacted very quickly: “The abnormal reactions of NPCs are all caused by players. Someone induced Guy to commit suicide?”

The Judge paused subtly: “What does this player want to do by advancing Guy’s death and exacerbating the conflict between the two camps?”

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