I Became a God in a Horror Game

Inside the warehouse.

Mu Ke knelt on the ground, hugged his head and curled up into a ball, his eyes blurred and he quickly muttered to himself: “Forget it, forget it, forget it all!”

There were more than a dozen used pens and a lot of scraps of paper covered with words scattered around Mu Ke.

The handwriting on these scraps of paper was neat and fluent at first, but later became messy, as if the person who wrote these words could barely keep his mind clear at first, but later lost his mind and could only draw randomly.

On the front of each piece of paper were some strange-shaped tables, and on the back were many hysterically distorted clown mask patterns drawn on them.

These tables are all comparative tables, and the contents of the tables are very strange.

What is a comparison table? It is a comparison in the form of a table to distinguish the differences between two seemingly similar things, such as comparing bananas and plantains, and kiwifruit and gooseberry.

The comparison tables written by Mu Ke do not compare things, but two people.

He was comparing the differences between [Bai Liu] and [Bai Liu (6)].

Mu Ke’s comparison table was very detailed, listing appearance, life, and origin. He wrote down everything that happened to Bai Liu and Bai Liu (6) as if he was writing a chronicle, and then compared them one by one.

Mu Ke murmured to himself: “They are different. Bai Liu and Bai Liu (6) are different.”

“Bai Liu saved me…” Mu Ke scratched his hair, his eyes widened, “But Bai Liu (6) also saved me.”

“Bai Liu is just an ordinary employee who was once bullied by me. He wouldn’t do so many things to hurt others like Bai Liu (6) did…”

Various details and memories kept flashing back in Mu Ke’s mind.

Bai Liu smiled as the puppet master Zhang Kui was sent to his death, tricked Mu Sicheng to get his soul at the most critical moment of the game, and used Liu Jiayi’s weakness to bring her into the team. Without a trace of emotion in his eyes, he hugged the bruised and dazed Tang Erda, and whispered softly, “I’m sorry for everything that happened to you.”

[Give me your soul, and let me atone for the sins of those Bai Liu (6).]

Bai Liu lifted his chin emotionlessly, lowered his eyes to look at Mu Ke, and said softly:

[If you continue to be so useless, I will abandon you.]

[I don’t want worthless followers, Mu Ke.]

Bai Liu would do things that hurt others. He didn’t do it at first just because he was an ordinary person trapped in an ordinary position, without identity or ability.

But if Bai Liu and Bai Liu (6) were given the same identity, status, capital and ability…

Mu Ke bent his waist in pain and gasped: “…What is the difference between them?!”

The lazily smiling Bai Liu (6) in Daniel’s memory and the casually smiling Bai Liu in Mu Ke’s memory gradually overlapped.

No!!

Mu Ke’s heart beat wildly and he started to cough.

The clown was a fanatical believer in Bai Liu. Even if that insane belief was only present in his memory, it was enough to drive Mu Ke crazy.

Mu Ke’s memory was eclipsed by the clown’s chaotic and colorful memory. Mu Ke gradually forgot his parents, school, and the people he had interacted with since childhood. Everything was distorted into what Daniel remembered. ṜАꞐỌΒÊṡ

Mu Ke felt like he was being swallowed by Daniel’s memory.

His parents became Daniel’s aloof and indifferent father, the school became a huge shooting range, and the people he interacted with changed from hypocritical and polite peers in the mall to people from the enemy party who beat him up.

Mu Ke felt that his existence was being squeezed out bit by bit by Daniel.

Memory gradually turned Mu Ke into another Daniel, and the only thing that belonged to him that remained in Mu Ke’s memory was Bai Liu.

If Bai Liu is Bai Liu (6), then what is the difference between Mu Ke and the clown who has the same memories?

Mu Ke’s heart was beating rapidly. He covered his arrhythmic heart and opened his mouth to gasp. His lips were purple. A feeling similar to colic forced Mu Ke to wake up again.

He frantically searched for the tables on the ground, trying to find the difference between Bai Liu and Bai Liu (6).

“They are different, totally different.” Mu Ke took a deep breath, his eyes red, and he tried to convince himself, “Bai Liu, Bai Liu has short hair, Bai Liu (6) has long hair, they look different.”

“Mu Ke.” Bai Liu knocked again. His tone was still calm, but it changed from a negotiation to an order. “Don’t make me say it a third time. Open the door.”

Mu Ke’s shoulders trembled, and he subconsciously obeyed Bai Liu’s order, staggered to his feet and opened the door.

Outside the door, the long-haired Bai Liu looked at Mu Ke with no expression on her face: “Do you still recognize me?”

Mu Ke stared at Bai Liu’s long hair almost in a daze, and his hands trembled uncontrollably as he opened the door.

In an instant, all the memories that could not be forgotten were mixed together.

Mu Ke slowly knelt on the ground, covering his twisted and hideous face. The pain from his rapidly beating heart forced Mu Ke to bend over and gasp for breath, his breathing so rapid that he was about to retch.

Bai Liu calmly glanced at Mu Ke who was curled up on the ground, walked into the warehouse, closed the door, then squatted on one knee, picked up a few pieces of scraps of paper on the ground and looked at them.

“So you were trying to differentiate between me and Bai Liu (6).” Bai Liu lowered his eyes, “… Now that it has come to this, the rest of the memory has been devoured, and only my existence remains.”

Bai Liu found an abandoned step in the warehouse and sat down. He clasped his hands in front of him, leaned forward and helped Mu Ke, who was lying on the ground, up.

Mu Ke looked up at Bai Liu in a trance, and couldn’t help revealing a clown-like crazy smile on his face. His expression twitched as if in a spasm, but the next second Mu Ke raised his hand in panic to cover it up, and his voice was filled with tears: “Don’t look at me like this! This is not me!”

“Is it because your memory is so good that you have no way of forgetting the memories that the other party instilled in you?” Bai Liu asked in a calm tone without being affected by Mu Ke’s emotions.

Mu Ke lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong: “Yes.”

Bai Liu lowered his eyes: “I can indeed find a way to erase this memory for you, but if it is ust erased, you will be afraid when you meet the clown again, right?”

“After all, even if it was erased, you were defeated by his memory. You escaped his memory.”

Mu Ke’s shoulders trembled, he bit his lower lip and said nothing.

“Why was he devoured by the clown’s memory?” Bai Liu asked, “Doesn’t Mu Ke have any meaning for his own existence?”

Mu Ke still didn’t say anything.

Bai Liu continued: “When a person has his own meaning of existence, knows what he is and why he lives, it is difficult for the existence of another person to erase his meaning.”

“No matter how much that person’s presence affects you, and no matter how similar they look to you, they are not the same person as you.”

Bai Liu handed the scraps of paper filled with comparison tables to Mu Ke, who was hanging his head, and said calmly: “Just like me and Bai Liu (6).”

Mu Ke looked up in surprise.

Bai Liu looked at Mu Ke: “Mu Ke, don’t you have any meaning for your existence? Friends, family, lover, career, material things, etc.?”

Mu Ke hesitated for a long time, then slowly lowered his shoulders, became less nervous, and narrated absentmindedly:

“Because of my illness, I have had few friends since I was a child. They are all afraid of hurting me, and making friends with me is a very dangerous thing. My parents have always been very good to me and have tried their best to treat me and meet all my needs, but the doctor said a long time ago that I probably wouldn’t live long…”

Mu Ke was silent for a while and said, “So the way they looked at me was as if they were waiting for me to die.”

“I have never liked anyone. I feel like they can live for a long time, but they are from two different worlds than me.”

Mu Ke slowly clenched his fists: “…I’m jealous of those healthy people who can live a long life, so I can’t like them.”

“Material and career…” Mu Ke paused, “Everyone is very kind to dying people, so they gave them to me without hesitation.”

Mu Ke was silent for a long time, tears rolling down his red eyes. He raised his hand to wipe them away, and suddenly burst into laughter while crying:

“…For someone who knows his own death from birth, it seems that there is no meaning in his existence.”

Bai Liu leaned on the steps, dragging his aw and half closing his eyes: “If we use stocks as an analogy, no one is willing to invest their feelings in a stock like you that is destined to lose money because it will die soon.”

“You are a worthless short stock, but in this situation, you met me who is willing to believe in and invest in you, so you clung to me tightly as if you had grabbed the last straw. You exist by my affirmation, you get emotional feedback from me, and you find the value of your own existence.”

Bai Liu looked at Mu Ke calmly: “And in this respect, you are the same as the clown who exists with the affirmation of Bai Liu (6). So when you can’t distinguish between me and Bai Liu, it’s difficult for you to defend yourself and Daniel, is that right?”

Mu Ke responded hoarsely: “Yes.”

“Look up at me, Mu Ke.” Bai Liu said in an imperative tone, “Look at me and tell me what I have in common with Bai Liu (6).”

Mu Ke subconsciously obeyed Bai Liu’s order, looked up at Bai Liu, and said in a trembling voice: “You both like money.”

Bai Liu hummed lightly.

“Use whatever means necessary to achieve your goals.”

“Very good at games.”

“…”

“Now you both have long hair.”

Mu Ke stated tremblingly, his vision blurred and he felt himself gradually sinking into a confused mind, unable to tell the difference between the real long-haired Bai Liu in front of him and the Bai Liu (6) in Daniel’s memory.

“Long hair?” Bai Liu glanced at Mu Ke thoughtfully, and suddenly smiled, “I remember that your skill weapon can be taken out in the central hall.”

Although Mu Ke didn’t know what Bai Liu was going to do, he nodded and took out his dagger from the panel.

“Come here.” Bai Liu lowered his eyes and ordered.

Mu Ke went over with a dagger.

Bai Liu, with no expression on his face, quickly grasped Mu Ke’s hand with his left hand, and put his right hand around his neck to hold back his long hair that fell to his waist. Then, holding Mu Ke’s hand and the dagger in his hand, Bai Liu slashed upwards without any pause.

The long hair was cut off neatly.

Mu Ke held the dagger that cut off Bai Liu’s long hair with a blank expression.

“I don’t have long hair anymore.” Bai Liu raised his eyes, scattered strands of hair falling on his shoulders, “Mu Ke, remember, if you choose to exist for Bai Liu, then never confuse me with Bai Liu (6).”

“Because it’s me who has invested emotions and recognition in you, not Bai Liu (6).”

Bai Liu said calmly: “I don’t like the idea of ​​making investments myself and having others receive the appreciation of my assets for me.”

“You are far more valuable than you think, Mu Ke.”

Mu Ke knelt on the ground as if stunned, holding Bai Liu’s severed hair in both hands, and the memories of Daniel in his mind faded quickly.

…Bai Liu and Bai Liu (6) are different.

Bai Liu (6) will abandon his worthless followers.

But Bai Liu won’t.

The true God will give new value to incompetent believers.

Bai Liu stood up with the help of a bracket. He found a rubber band from somewhere in the warehouse and stretched it with three fingers. With his other hand, he combed his skin from the back of his neck upwards, gathered his messy black hair into a bunch, and with a nonchalant look, tied it into a ponytail that was neither too high nor too low.

Some dishonest strands of hair hung on both sides of his forehead.

Bai Liu pushed open the door of the warehouse and turned his head in the light that rushed in. His eyes were dull, and the backlight from his hair on his forehead made it difficult to see clearly. His shirt was covered with bloodstains that had not yet dried.

“Mu Ke, get yourself in a good mental state and come out for the meeting. The league is about to start.”

Mu Ke gritted his teeth and stopped Bai Liu who was about to leave: “…But I can’t completely get rid of the influence of Daniel’s memory on me for the time being! Is this okay?”

He asked in a low voice, almost in panic: “Don’t you need to… replace me during the league?”

“Will this influence shake the meaning of your existence for me?” Bai Liu asked.

Mu Ke was startled and immediately replied: “Absolutely not!”

Bai Liu retracted his gaze, turned around, pushed the door open and left without looking back: “Anything that cannot shake the meaning of your existence will eventually be transformed into the value of your existence, but there will be an unstable process in the middle.”

“I personally don’t hate this process.”

The door was closed. Mu Ke sat quietly in the warehouse, holding Bai Liu’s long hair that he had cut off without hesitation, and muttered to himself, repeating Bai Liu’s words: “…anything that cannot shake the meaning of my existence can be transformed into an increase in my value…”

“As long as Daniel’s memory can’t devour me…” Mu Ke looked at the long hair in his hands with trembling pupils, “I can find all the memories about the league in it, and then make myself stronger!”

Mu Ke covered his heart, which was beating wildly and achingly, with his long hair, and laughed chokingly with tears.

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