Infinite weird games

There are many theories about time and space travel, such as space-time fixed point theory, Einstein Rosen Bridge, anti-particle backtracking... Human beings always try to write scientific expressions for all incomprehensible phenomena, even if the theoretical system fails in logic again and again. It becomes extremely bloated under self-consistency.

It seems that only "science" can eliminate uncertainty and help humans rationally regain their destiny from the divine authority.

Zeiss once saw his own face in the past phantom belonging to 47. To be precise, it was his face after wearing a human skin mask.

This is very reasonable, because he "played" the NPC named "47" with the help of a human skin mask.

But at a certain moment when they looked at each other, he suddenly realized that 47 had the same eyes as him, and it was...himself.

The recurrence of the infinite loop universe is based on Liouville phase space theory, which believes that in a limited space, the material structure will traverse itself infinitely.

Infinite time and space, countless timelines, there can be countless him, creating new parallel worlds through different choices, and turning into thousands of fate lines that intersect and separate...

So Qiss laughed. He thought that the weird game was really a bad idea, allowing him, who did not believe in gods, to pray devoutly to the gods at a certain time and space.

But...why believe in other gods?

How could he not be an evil god who accepts prayers?

Why couldn't he just... pray to himself?

In the background of the dungeon, 47 prays to an unknown god. After knowing everything, Qisi decides to occupy the magpie's nest and respond to himself in that strange time and space.

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At Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, Zhang Yiyu stepped on the soft soil, walked through the maple forest with lush leaves, and stood on the hard flat ground in front of the cement building, already panting.

It gets dark very late in the summer night, and the purple-black night sky is pale in color. You can still see the outline of the building clearly through the faint light that comes from nowhere. The world was eerily quiet, and the wind brought the rustling sound of leaves, blocking out all human sounds.

Zhang Yiyu took a few steps forward and saw two male corpses standing opposite each other. The surface was completely covered with yellow flowers and yellow butterflies, and the original appearance could not be seen.

She was startled and covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming. Zeiss's whisper sounded again at the bottom of her mind: "You may be able to find some good tools here."

Zhang Yiyu woke up from a dream, and after some mental construction, "I am a ghost, I am not afraid of dead people", she stepped forward, closed her eyes and reached out to grope.

The two corpses had obviously been searched. She touched around and didn't touch any props that could prompt text to pop up on the system interface.

There was a huge backpack on the back of a corpse. The zipper was half open, and a handle belonging to a shovel was exposed from the gap. It looked familiar.

——Zhang Yiyu saw Chen Lidong using this shovel when she was forced by Chen Lidong to bury Qi Si alive in the cemetery.

The identity of the two corpses had now been determined, and Zhang Yiyu felt a sense of uneasiness about harming others for no reason.

Although she does want to kill all the witnesses, she is self-aware and knows that since there are some dangers that even experienced players cannot deal with, if she encounters them, she will definitely die more miserably...

More than three days have passed since the day she was put into the solitary room. The players have most likely been dealt with by various death points in an endless stream, and died in pieces. It is conceivable that if she had not hid in the solitary room in time, she would have become a member of the corpse at this moment.

Being imprisoned in a solitary room seems to avoid many death points, but in fact it is a chronic death. Either the "insomnia" condition is aggravated by the sources of infection on the floor, or the person starves to death in there due to the loss of food supply.

But there is a glimmer of hope in the dead end. As long as someone can uncover the secret of the overlap of time and space, the punished person in the past time and space prays to the gods before dying, and the person being prayed for opens the door of the confinement room in the time and space where the memorial hall is located, and the players locked in the confinement room can be saved.

And Qisi is betting on this glimmer of hope.

In order to achieve resonance when separated by time and space for hundreds of years, players in two places must be able to communicate in real time. It is not easy to achieve either of them. To achieve both conditions at the same time is almost an impossible task in most cases.

Therefore, Qisi never asks for wild beliefs from others, nor does he intend to give people room for negotiation or rejection.

He would not tell Zhang Yiyu his plans, nor would he make unnecessary moves beyond orders, because any thought would cause hesitation, and a moment of hesitation would add variables to the plan.

When humans think, God laughs. Chiss doesn't need a tool man who can think, and he has never had the leisure and compassion to care about the life of a tool man.

He only acts as a chess player bent on winning, playing wildly on the huge chessboard built from the world of a strange game, and treating all living beings as cold chess pieces.

Until this moment, Zhang Yiyu finally figured out some details that were previously unclear through the process of inferring the results. With a wave of fear in her heart, she did not dare to neglect, took out the shovel from her backpack, and walked towards the cemetery on the east side of the cement building.

Under the dark sky, the whimpering sounds of ghosts are even more difficult to ignore, and gusts of evil wind hit the back, making people feel cold all over. Blue-white mushrooms and small dark yellow flowers swayed in the wind, turning slowly with Zhang Yiyu's steps, as if pairs of eyes were following uninvited guests, casting a scrutinizing gaze.

The environment was even more terrifying than the previous time Zhang Yiyu came. Translucent corpses were solidified around ghost figures, and children with sallow faces and skinny bones turned to look at the people coming.

Every cell in Zhang Yiyu's body was screaming to escape, but the golden vines hanging above her head clearly told her that under the confinement of the soul contract, if she retreated, Qi Si would kill her without hesitation.

Now thinking about it, on the morning of June 2, all her retreat and betrayal came from Qi Si's connivance, and it was even possible that it was all in the latter's calculation.

This young man, who was more terrifying than a ghost, seemed to be unaware from beginning to end, sitting outside the game, watching her every move, silently and without interfering, like an indifferent evil god who played with ants at will.

Thinking of the past, Zhang Yiyu felt a chill, and immediately quickened her pace, closing her eyes and moving forward by feeling.

The cemetery was surrounded by a sea of ​​flowers, with yellow and blood-colored flowers intertwined, and the path just stepped out was soon filled with new flowers, returning to the flat and waveless sea surface.

Zhang Yiyu walked through the flowers and stood in front of the tombstone with the serial number "47" engraved on it. She raised the shovel high and inserted it into the soil...

In the cemetery, Qi Si leaned on the tombstone, and Shuo Meng dug the soil beside him.

The soil that had just been buried was still soft, and after a few shovels, the coffin in the pit was exposed.

Shuo Meng threw away the shovel, bent down, and reached out to wipe off the loose soil on the surface of the coffin.

He stood at the head of the coffin, grabbed the edge of the coffin lid, and lifted it up with force, turning the wooden lid to the side.

Chang Xu held the recorder and sat up straight from the coffin, looking at Qi Si with an inquiring look: "Si Qi, how did you and Zhang Yiyu cooperate to transmit information?"

Some information is destined to not be hidden from everyone. Once the layout is launched, some of the joints will inevitably be exposed.

Qi Si had expected this, and leaning against the hard tombstone, he stretched out his voice: "The method of transmitting information - guess." Before Chang Xu could ask the next question, he closed his eyes and concentrated on acting as a seriously ill patient who was unconscious. After being dug out by Zhang Yiyu at the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, Chang Xu realized that something was wrong between his teammates and Qi Si, but no matter how he asked, Zhang Yiyu remained silent from beginning to end, or - couldn't say a word. Chang Xu thought of the puppeteer's skills and the experience of the Hopeless Sea. The danger warning kept jumping, but he also knew that the main task was the top priority. He simply stopped asking, holding a knife of documents, and rushed to the fourth floor of the concrete building as planned. The four-story building was surprisingly quiet. Except for the two corpses standing at the door, no one else was encountered along the way. The corridors and hallways in the building were occupied by ferns and mushrooms, and they were as uninhabited and lifeless as the original rainforest. Chang Xu knew that the players in this space might have encountered an extremely difficult survival crisis, and most of them were dead at this moment. He searched around and didn't see any survivors, so he stopped struggling and went straight to the fourth floor.

In the innermost room on the fourth floor, he put the document in front of the skeleton according to Qi Si and Zhang Yiyu's instructions, and used a recorder to record the song sung by the skeleton. As expected, he waited for the prompt [Main Quest Completed].

The system got stuck after broadcasting a sentence, and the subsequent clearance prompts and the prompts for teleporting out of the copy did not refresh as usual. I don't know if there was a malfunction or something else.

Chang Xu felt a little uneasy, but he couldn't tell the reason. He returned to the cemetery in a daze, lay in the coffin again, and let Zhang Yiyu bury him in it.

Not long after lying down, Shuo Meng dug him out again.

Chang Xu looked at Qi Si, who was half dead, and knew that he couldn't get any useful information. He pressed the play button of the recorder and signaled Shuo Meng to listen carefully.

After playing the recording, Shuo Meng saw the prompt [Main quest completed] and his face relaxed.

He waited for two seconds leisurely, but no new prompt came. He couldn't help but ask in his heart: "What's the situation? Didn't I complete the main quest? Why haven't I cleared the level yet?"

A line of silver-white text popped up: [You have signed a soul contract with 'Qi'. Since the request to clear the level immediately is inconsistent with the terms of the contract, the game has made appropriate adjustments based on the contract]

Shuo Meng's eyes widened.

At this point, he understood everything, and his face, which had just relaxed for a while, stiffened again.

He pinched the frame of his glasses, walked a few steps to Qi Si, and patted the young man's shoulder wildly: "Si Qi, your contract authority is not low, and even the system prompt can be stuck. Are we not helping you complete the task and can't leave the dungeon?"

Qis was awakened by the slap, and asked back with a "hmm", "Why, did you plan to breach the contract in advance?"

Shuo Meng was speechless.

He dared to sign Qi Si's problematic contract because he had calculated that he and Chang Xu would complete the main task before Qi Si, and the initiative of whether to help and how much to help after the game was completed was completely in his hands. Who would have thought that Qi Si's skill authority would override the game system and even interrupt the agreed-upon dungeon process.

This is no longer a bug, it's cheating, right?

He was hesitating about how to respond, and then heard Qi Si say with a smile: "In fact, this contract is more for your consideration. If Chang Ge finishes recording, he will be judged as having completed the game immediately. Three minutes is not enough for him to bring the recorder, right?"

Shuo Meng:...I don't believe you!

Qi Si didn't intend to gain the trust of the two. After a false comfort, he lowered his eyes and continued: "Next, I need someone to take me to the confinement room, and another person to go to the cafeteria to get at least ten kilograms of water and send it over. Divide the work among you."

...

After burying Chang Xu, Zhang Yiyu rushed to the confinement room according to Qi Si's instructions.

In the later stage of the copy, all the horrors hidden in the dark burst out from under the fig leaf, and twisted and hideous ghosts bustled on the earth, wantonly occupying the living space belonging to humans.

In the maple forest, the fertile soil under the feet rolled unevenly, and the rotten scars turned out sticky pus and maggots; the dense branches and leaves piled up in layers, and the fishy juice dripped on the ground and became mushrooms.

Zhang Yiyu was afraid of ghosts and dirt, but in the face of death, these psychological resistances were not worth mentioning.

She only knew that gritting her teeth and obeying Qi Si's instructions would not necessarily kill her. If she died, Qi Si would also be backfired by the contract; and if she retreated, she would really be killed by Qi Si, and it would be a waste of death.

Weighing the pros and cons, it would be a good idea to trust Qi Si's decision, believing that as long as she strictly follows the steps that she doesn't know the reason for, she can survive...

Zhang Yiyu walked into the confinement room in a daze and gently closed the iron door. The last ray of light was blocked outside, and the world in front of her fell into complete darkness.

Qi Si's voice sounded calmly: "Injure yourself, bleed, and put yourself in a state of near death."

Zhang Yiyu knew the principle. Only by entering a state of hunger or near death can it be easier to establish a connection with another timeline. In the setting of this copy, it is-

"Use pain to attract a glance from the evil god."

God does not love the world.

The ancient tribes knew the vastness of the world in their accidental glimpses, and had an instinctive awe and yearning for the creatures that symbolize great power and eternity. They worshiped, interpreted various natural phenomena, and tried their best to speculate and please, and entertain the god who might not exist.

But how could we know that the so-called miracles were just dust raised by high-dimensional life when it moved around, just like a naughty child putting a grain of corn into an ant colony and pouring boiling water into the ant hole...

Zhang Yiyu bit her wrist, and the purple-red blood flowed like rain on a car window, dripping on the ground and blooming blood.

Qis poured cold water down his left arm, and the colorless water soaked his skin. After half a minute, the water marks were stained with the gray-yellow color of the soil.

The skin and flesh turned into soil at a speed visible to the naked eye, and fell piece by piece on the ground covered with mushrooms, mixing with the bluish-white mushrooms into a carpet, and the red light drawn in between was as bright as fire.

The scenes flickered like a rapidly turning slide. The confinement room where the girl in green sat, the abandoned room where three figures stood, the ugly wrinkled mushrooms all over the floor, the soil falling...

The elements gradually overlapped in the endless flashbacks, just like a malfunctioning display screen that had been stuck. All people and objects were nested in a certain moment, and the figure of the young man and the girl overlapped inch by inch.

[Dear Miss Witch, congratulations on finding one of the raw materials for the ritual, "Meat Mud\