I Became a God in a Horror Game

“The second time, Guy and I defected to the indigenous camp.” Alex narrated in a low voice.

“This time, with Guy’s encouragement, I learned about this group of natives and their evil god beliefs. I used to think they were very ignorant, but that was the first time I felt that ignorance was a good thing.”

Alex chuckled twice: “Their faith comes from the land and the evil god. They will never leave the territory given to them by the evil god to invade other places. In other words, they will not launch large-scale wars and continue to invade other places like my army did.”

“I foolishly thought that if I could just let the natives win the war peacefully, it would all be over.”

“I already know that hiding this potion is useless, because those who were saved by me will tell their own camp about the effect of this potion no matter what, so this time I chose to tell the natives the effect of the potion directly.”

Alex lowered his head and his expression could not be seen clearly: “After resurrecting two more dead natives, they easily believed me. I created a large number of native undead armies, formulated a plan, and attacked the enemy in an orderly manner. Soon, I achieved a phased victory.”

“When the enemy was desperate and prepared to use a large number of artillery, I ambushed them with the undead army and transferred this artillery to the indigenous people.”

“On the sixth night, under the dual threat of the undead army and massive artillery fire, they finally gave in, chose to negotiate peacefully with the natives, and gave up further attacks.”

Alex’s voice was hoarse: “I don’t know how long this false peace could last, but I was relieved at that moment. After signing the peace agreement and stopping the war, I thought I would definitely win the game this time, but I never expected…”

He closed his eyes, took two deep breaths, and then continued with difficulty: “…When I returned to the native camp, they aimed their artillery at the group of undead troops that had been fully resurrected.”

“The natives said that these undead people were evil and cursed by the gods. They had tolerated the existence of these undead people until the end of the war, and only now did they finally decide to judge them.”

Alex said hoarsely, “No matter how I explained that these undead would be no different from normal people after they were fully resurrected, they still didn’t believe me. Unspeakable fear filled everyone’s face. They shouted that these undead would not die easily and that they had to be bombarded repeatedly with cannons to smash them into pieces so that they could not be resurrected again.”

“…Those undead were once their parents, friends, lovers, and even children. They knelt before me, hugged their corpses, and begged me to revive them. But now, after using those undead to win, they are afraid of their opponents’ strength and declare them heretics. They want to send them to hell.”

Alex sneered, “How ironic! I was originally glad that their foolishness didn’t hurt others, but now it had become a weapon that hurts me.”

“I shouted at the undead to flee, but they just stayed where they were.”

“Because during the resurrection process, they will gradually recover their memories from seven days ago. They don’t know what happened during these seven days. They just open their arms and smile to the relatives and friends who approach them then let them set up the artillery.”

Alex gritted his teeth and said, “They still didn’t understand what was happening until they were finally targeted by the cannons. I watched helplessly as they shouted the names of their loved ones, and were blown to pieces by them the moment they were fully resurrected.”

“…I lost the second time, and I chose to reload the game again.”

“In the third game, I didn’t join any camp. I went crazy and kept creating my own undead army to attack and control the other two camps. The more they resisted, the more people died, and the larger my undead army became.”

Alex took two deep breaths. “Just like that, I quickly took control of the situation. In order to contain me, the other two parties had to stop the war and chose to cooperate. One party transported a large number of artillery, and the other party used the terrain to coordinate with each other to attack me.”

“But I intercepted the artillery fire again. After the first two times, I not only mastered the firepower distribution, but also had a clear understanding of the terrain. I thought that as long as I could hold on for seven days, I would be fine.”

Alex paused and said, “On the sixth night, I went to ask the evil god. I said that as long as there is no war in these seven days, I will win, right?”

“He said yes, but the world line you are in will continue to run as the world line in which you win.”

Alex shed a tear, and his voice choked up: “… In other words, if I win in this world line, I must continue to create undead to ensure the strength of my camp, clamp down on the cooperation of the other two camps, and prevent them from going to war.”

“But after seven days, these undead people will become living people. They are no longer immortal, but normal living people with flesh and blood. If I continue to create undead people, I must keep killing people. If I stop killing people, the war will break out once more, and everything I want to change essentially remains the same.”

“I chose to reload the game again.”

Alex was silent for a long time, his eyes staring at the statue of the old evil god with empty eyes: “…I have come back ten times, I have tried everything to prevent the outbreak of the war, to prevent everyone from dying.”

“But even if I have an unlimited supply of immortality potion and ten chances to start over, a large number of people will still die in this war.”

“I realized that neither the potion nor I could save anyone. The only way to stop the war is if the initiator of the war does not exist, so that the harm of the war will not be further expanded.”

Alex shed tears numbly: “So when I loaded the last save, I chose to use all the paint the evil god gave me to pour on the arsenal and kill everyone with my own hands on the eve of the war.”

“Finally, the real world continued to operate with the ending that I killed everyone for the last time, and the world’s time continued to flow forward.”

“I lost the game with the evil god, so he combined my experiences that had been repeated ten times and created this nightmare-like world of war that keeps repeating. He froze me here forever as a character in his game, and watched my pain for fun.”

Alex hung his head, tears dripping from his chin: “…The starting point of every cycle in this war world where I exist is always the arrival of a new group of soldiers that I have never seen before, and then it ends with these soldiers playfully sinking the undead I created to the bottom of the lake to count them.”

“I can’t remember how many times Guy was sunk to the bottom of the lake and reappeared in the tent, lying next to me. Other living dead would forget what happened seven days ago after they were resurrected. They didn’t remember anything.”

“But I remember.”

Alex smiled nervously at the evil wooden sculpture, tears rolling down his cheeks: “–I remember every cycle!”

“Because I am not a living dead, I am the only living person in this world of the living dead. God does not allow me to die, so I cannot forget. I remember everything.”

Alex’s voice was so hoarse that it was almost a breath:

“At first I was trapped here and tried to change what happened here, trying to save them in this virtual world, but then I became desperate – I couldn’t change anything.”

He smiled blankly:

“No one understood what I was doing except Guy, who believed me completely, so I told him what was going to happen and Guy said, let’s run away.”

“We found a foggy blank area, which should be the boundary of this virtual war world. We tried many ways to get out but couldn’t. However, Guy and I didn’t give up. After each cycle, I talked to Guy again and we came here again to find a way out.”

“Until one day.” Alex whispered softly, “I knelt at the edge, the desire to not be trapped was driving me crazy, and I heard the voice of the evil god again. He asked me, ‘do you want to go out?’”

“I said yes, and he said he could design a way for me to get out, but only me or Guy could escape from here, so he let me choose.”

Alex’s eyes were red: “I chose to let Guy out.”

“Guy didn’t know anything. He couldn’t hear the evil god’s voice. I watched him disappear into the mist. A surprised voice came from the other end, saying, ‘Alex, I’m out!’”

“The fog disappeared in front of my eyes in an instant, and I saw Guy standing on the other side of the barrier. He smiled and waved, asking me to get out quickly. I said I needed to study the rules of how to get out, and that it might have been an accident. I might have to wait for the next seven days to get out.”

Alex blinked slightly. “Guy is the living dead. I know he will be completely resurrected in the next seven days and then forget that I am trapped in this world. He may think I am dead in the real world.”

“But at least, there is one person — my lover, who was saved by me.”

“Guy came to the edge of the barrier to find me every day. He couldn’t get in, and he shared with me what he saw outside every day. He told me with surprise that he found my grave and his grave, and that Elena’s letter and wedding dress were placed on top. He said that the little girl had grown up and actually made him a wedding dress.”

Alex’s voice choked up: “He was holding up the wedding dress and smiling so happily. For a moment, I felt that my pain had meaning.”

“But seven days later, I came to that border again, ready to see Guy for the last time before the cycle restarted…”

Alex was trembling all over. “I found Guy on the other side of the barrier. He was holding the wedding dress and had transformed into an unconscious corpse, a bluish-white zombie.”

“I almost went crazy, smashing the wooden sculpture of the evil god over and over again, asking him why.”

“The evil god told me that Guy was originally a living dead. When he left this virtual world and entered reality, the time in his body broke away from the time in the virtual world and synchronized with the real time.”

“The evil god said in a compassionate voice, Alex, have you forgotten? In the real world, in the ending you chose, Guy had already been blown to death by you. He was originally a corpse.”

“Guy can only live for seven days. After seven days, he will become what he should be in the real world.”

“I’m unwilling to accept this. I’ve tried time and again to get Guy to leave here, but I’ve failed every time. All I’ve done is add countless zombie brides to the border.”

Alex’s voice gradually faded away. “I finally gave up and numbly took the wedding dress and letter that Zombie Guy brought back. I will give them to another Guy in the next cycle so that he can wear Elena’s wedding dress and marry me before he dies. This may be the happiest thing for him.”

“… I can’t do anything else.”

The Reverse God stared at him: “You should hate the evil god very much. I don’t understand, why are you helping the evil god complete the sacrificial ceremony for the evil god’s new successor?”

Alex’s eyes moved, as if looking at the Reverse God, and then turned back to look at the statue of the new evil god: “-Do you know how to escape from the control of a god?”

The Reverse God was silent for a moment: “Go create a new god, huh?”

“How can you be sure that this new god is a good person and won’t continue to design games to torture you?”

Alex’s voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible:

“I don’t know, but I’ve never seen the evil god have such a strong obsession with a new soldier. The moment the soldier named Bai Liu entered this war world, I heard the evil god happily tell me that the new evil god, the successor he had chosen long ago, had finally arrived.”

“At that moment, I could hardly control my disgust towards Bai Liu. I also hated the subordinates he brought in. I hated them for contacting Guy.”

The Reverse God recalled in his heart – that’s why Bai Liu told him before that his favorability level fell below the safe value when he first saw Alex after entering the game, while the favorability levels of those players who chose to be in the enemy camp with Alex were all stable at above 60.

It turns out there was another reason behind this.

Alex continued, “But soon, I didn’t hate Bai Liu so much anymore, because the evil god told me that once the new god is formed, he will fall and his control over me will be lifted – this Bai Liu is here to destroy him and then inherit his throne.”

“The rotation between gods is so brutal, no different from humans.” Alex couldn’t help but smile sarcastically, “Maybe it’s because gods, by their very nature, are also humans filled with desire.”

“Have you ever thought about why the evil god told you this information that is harmful to him?” The Reverse God said, “What if he wants to kill you…”

The Reverse God stopped abruptly when he said this.

Alex turned his head to look at The Reverse God. His eyebrows were lowered, his eyes were gloomy, and his laughter maniacal: “—Who’s going to kill me? What I am least afraid of now is death.”

“I don’t want to save anyone anymore, and I’m not afraid of anything anymore. No matter what the cost, as long as I can end this, I’m willing to do it.”

Alex panted, his eyes red:

“That guy, when that evil god told me these things, when he said Bai Liu would destroy him, he was smiling from the bottom of his heart.”

“He fully expects Bai Liu to kill him and become the new evil god.”

Alex sneered morbidly: “–Maybe he is just like me, tired of living, and is almost going crazy waiting to die in this world full of ugly human desires, so he is looking forward to someone who can end his life.”

Alex stared at the wooden sculpture of the old evil god:

“You know, new soldier, I talked to this evil god once after I lost the game. He asked me condescendingly, if I knew why I lost the game?”

“I said I don’t know. I’ve tried my best, but I still can’t change anything. Why can’t everyone survive?”

“So he laughed and said that most of the time human desires are based on harming each other. The more unhappy a person is, the more he wants to hurt others, or the stronger his desires are, the more meaningful his existence is.”

“He is the one who sees, stores, and listens to all the evil desires in this world. As long as there is one person in this world whose desires smell of blood, the evil god’s game will never stop.”

Alex’s eyes gradually moved from the old woodcarving to the face of the new woodcarving: “——And Bai Liu is the player he found who is most suitable for this game related to desire. His desire is so strong that he can transcend this game and touch the existence of God.”

“Bai Liu is a player born for the evil god’s game. Everything the evil god carefully prepared in the game, war, destruction, death, souls, are all to celebrate his coming.”

“God favours him and is willing to die for him.” Alex paused, “Whether it’s the previous one who died long ago, or this one who is full of expectations.”

The smile on the old wooden carving of the evil god grew eerily gentle and sweet, and the new wooden carving of the evil god was less than a third of the way to being born perfectly from the log.

The smile on the face of the evil god wooden sculpture was warm and peaceful, as if a compassionate god was hypocritically looking down on all living beings.

–

At the temple.

The petrification of the prophet sitting on the stone bench had spread to his heart, making it difficult for him to speak. His voice became hoarse: “–What did you put into this copy?”

The hooded man had an eerily gentle smile that was exactly the same as the one on the old wooden carving of the evil god. He clasped his hands together and then opened them, and a pure black whip and a suspended inverted cross appeared out of thin air between his hands.

“——His original weapons and beliefs.”

The whip was covered with bone spurs and was extremely sharp. Compared with the previous siren bone whip and Spade’s lizard bone whip, this whip looked similar, but it carried a very obvious murderous aura.

The inverted cross was made of some unknown stone, the colour of which seemed to be flowing blood, and it exuded a soul-stirring light.

The Prophet’s pupils shrank for a moment: “You put Bai Liu’s weapon and the reverse cross into this copy?”

“Bai Liu is the most perfect successor I chose from among so many Bai Liu’s.” The man smiled with indulgence, “I broke his original weapon and reverse cross, so I should replace them with newer and better ones, right?”

“It’s like I killed his old god, so I should give him a more perfect new god.”

The Prophet gasped with all his might: “Bai Liu hates you, he will not become your believer, so your statement of giving him a more perfect new god is not true at all. He will not believe in you, nor will he want what you give him. The only person Bai Liu will believe in is-“

“Tawil.” The man under the hood opened his eyes and smiled, “But Prophet, if Tawil doesn’t exist, you still missed a person that Bai Liu believes in.”

The Prophet was stunned, and this time his face was completely frozen.

The man under the hood laughed: “—That’s Bai Liu himself.”

“The more perfect new god I’m talking about is not myself, but Bai Liu himself.”

“Bai Liu can dislike me, hate me, despise me all he wants. I need him to have these emotions towards me.” The man had a smile in his eyes that was not to be seen. “I will continue to take away the things he cherishes, so that Bai Liu will have to face me and kill me.”

“—Because only a God has the power to kill God. Bai Liu should have fully understood this truth by now. In order to kill me, he has to accept all the gifts of God’s power that I have given him—”

The man smiled softly: “—Then, as I wish, become the new evil god who kills me, the old god.”

The Prophet spoke word by word with great effort, as if he was having difficulty breathing: “Do you really want Bai Liu to become the new god? You will be destroyed by him because of this.”

The hooded man slowly stood up, his back to The Prophet who was almost petrified, and looked at the waves of the sea outside the temple, with a smile on his face and nothing reflected in his eyes:

“Prophet, you can see the future, so you should know that nothing in this world can last forever. Rocks, water, waves, sky, earth, even God will perish one day.”

“—That’s why living things have the instinct to reproduce. All conscious things are instinctively looking for some way to continue their existence.”

The Prophet coughed and said, “Are you trying to seek the continuation of your existence in Bai Liu?”

“No, I think it’s boring to pursue the continuation of this kind of existence.” He smiled, “So I hope there is someone, a guy who completely complies with my game rules, a player who can crack all my games, who can break all the rules I set for each world and come to me, and kill me, the game designer, with his own hands.”

His eyes hidden under the hood flashed with a strange light: “—Don’t you think it’s fun to be killed by such a person as a game?”

The Prophet spoke hoarsely: “—There are so many Bai Liu who can beat your game, why did you choose this Bai Liu as your successor?”

The man turned his head slightly and asked with interest: “—Then let me ask you, why do you put all your chips to win against me on this Bai Liu, why not on another Bai Liu.”

The Prophet was silent.

The man turned his head, the sea breeze blowing his long ponytail outside the hood. He lowered his eyes and smiled gently: “—Because you and I both know that this Bai Liu is different.”

“Bai Liu’s soul is completely different from those crudely made Bai Liu(s). He is the most perfect and the most interesting.”

“He has a soul full of desire and restraint.”

“If I am going to die in some way,” He looked at the boundless sea, smiling expectantly, “I hope that Bai Liu, who has such a soul, will kill me personally.”

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