Infinite weird games

The intricate corridors of the temple wind like a maze, with countless intersections intersecting and diverging. People of high and low heights are running among them, with expressions of shock or interest after unexpected encounters.

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

After the encounter, those figures asked questions with different voices, some were childish, some were mature, but their tones were the same.

"I'm Zeiss."

"I'm Zeiss."

"I'm Zeiss."

They answered with the same determination, and then annihilated into little black foam, scattered into the wall covered with gray shadows.

Zeiss saw his twelve-year-old self at the beginning of the corridor.

In a tourist group climbing a snow-capped mountain, a couple led a quiet boy. The couple's faces were filled with smiles, but the boy raised his eyes and looked at the ropeway not far away. His dark eyes were emotionless, as gloomy as a ghost trapped in an ancient house.

Twelve-year-old Ziss watched intently as the ghostly shadow wrapped around the cable. After the cable car fell, amidst the exclamations of the crowd, he smiled cruelly and innocently, as if seeing a birthday surprise.

The picture in his memory was repainted and became more vivid, but this time Zis saw something he had never seen before.

The golden vines twisted and stretched towards him in the shadows, as if they wanted to touch his figure, but seemed to be blocked by an invisible force. They reluctantly moved away from him and entangled him. side parents.

Twelve-year-old Zisi is running, growing up little by little, becoming thirteen, fourteen, fifteen...

There was a physical shadow accompanying him, teeth and claws stretched out with malice. Golden vines loomed in the dark shadows, trying to touch him countless times, but every time they could only wrap around the people around him.

Familiar and unfamiliar figures were dragged into the darkness by the vines. Qisi vaguely remembered that those people were dead, and their deaths were very unexpected.

Ziss, who was running in the corridor, turned sixteen. Siss, who was sitting in the temple, narrowed his eyes.

He saw a car accident, with body parts scattered in a pool of blood. The sixteen-year-old covered his face with his hands, his shoulders shaking.

He knew he was laughing, and he felt the same physical excitement he had after seeing all the bloody scenes. Even because the person who died was someone close to him, under the influence of his sense of betrayal, he became even more crazy than he had ever faced death before.

But he didn't dare laugh out loud in public, as that would make him look like an outlier and cause a lot of trouble. So he pretended to be sad and cry.

He acted very realistically, and the police saw it and gathered around to comfort him. A few of them were unlucky enough to get entangled in the golden vines and became part of the crowd sinking in the gray mist.

Qisi slowed down his running pace, and there were more and more golden vines around him, and the tentacles and leaves were just a hair's breadth away from him.

The gray mist separated and gathered, forming a low building hidden in the deep mountains and old forests. A barbed wire fence surrounded a flat land, and figures in white robes holding guns came and went inside.

Zeiss recognized it as the cult base disguised as a summer camp where he had been trapped for a while.

He saw countless ghosts surrounding him and gathering in the iron house where he was. Unfortunately, at that time, for some unknown reason, he could no longer see ghosts often, so he was unaware of everything happening around him.

A voice chuckled in the ear: "Believers who are trying to find gods imprison their gods. What a ridiculous joke."

"It's obvious that you lack a sense of humor. I don't find this joke funny at all." Zis, who was only sixteen years old, had a cold attitude. "Are you trying to say that as a god, you are imprisoned here?"

"Faith is poisonous," the voice said.

Chiss stopped answering. At that time, he had no good impression of gods and other existences.

The little sister who lived in the same room as him seemed to have noticed something, acting restless and causing trouble for him from time to time.

After an evening prayer, the little girl got hit with the butt of her rifle several times because she mispronounced the words. When she returned to the room, she blamed him for not warning him, so she pushed him to the ground, and then her wrists were wrapped by vines.

No one could see the vines, but that night, the little girl was burned to charcoal while wailing.

At that time, Ziss didn't know about the existence of weird games, so he naturally didn't know that his roommate died in the copy. He was not very scared, but found it interesting. He went up and poked the skin of the charred corpse with his hand.

A few lines of text appeared in front of his eyes the moment his fingers touched them:

[Weird name: The fire that never goes out]

[Note: The ghosts who died in the fire are trapped in the flames and continue to exist because of the existence of the flames. In order not to die completely, it lit the flames endlessly, burning more and more pedestrians to death. Thousands of newly dead ghosts work with it to keep the flame alive and never extinguish it]

The wingless god formed a shadow behind Zeiss and told him: "You can light this fire in reality and bring pain, death and disaster to the world."

Chiss blinked and asked, "I'm still living in this world, what good does it do me to make the world a mess?"

God smiled: "Once the true form of the monster hidden among the crowd is revealed, rejection and hatred will follow. Either be nailed to the stake by ants or flies, or become a new god in a grand bonfire, you can only choose between two endings. One."

"You're right." Ziss played with the burnt claws of the corpse without raising his head. "When you were in trouble, you bewitched me who was also in trouble. It made me easily think of some rumors about the devil's temptation and corruption."

The god raised his index finger to his lips and lowered his eyes: "I have no intention of tricking you into doing anything for me. You have enough time to make a decision. I am here just to give you a gift."

"what gift?"

"A belated sixteenth birthday present, a great show - or rather, a disaster."

Qisi tilted his head and thought for a moment, put down the charcoal in his hand, and smiled: "Interesting statement, but I don't want to burn myself to death here at all."

God said: "You are the biggest weirdo in the world, and you will never die in weirdness. You will enter the weird game when you are about to die and get everything you want."

"Weird game? What is this?"

"This is a deadly game full of ghosts and puzzles. It is also a grand carnival and absurd farce. There are no morals and laws here. You can do whatever you want, including becoming the most terrifying evil ghost in the world. Bringing despair, destruction and wails.”

Zeiss asked, "What do I need to do?"

"you need to……"

The sound stopped suddenly, as if it was torn apart by an extreme force.

The gray mist that condensed into the picture scattered into clumps of debris. Qisi's vision jolted violently. When it settled again, he had lost his overall vision and returned to the temple.

The vision was black and white for a while, and then intertwined into chaotic light spots shaped like snowflakes.

The memories that were suddenly thrust into my mind merged with my own impressions, like scattered puzzle pieces that finally fell into place to form a complete picture.

After a long moment of silence, Qisi calmed down his thoughts bit by bit and narrowed his eyes: "So I can understand that you have been targeting me a long time ago, and you have a share of the credit for my unlucky state?"

God sighed: "It seems that you have misunderstood me a lot. You are guilty of the most intense and pure sin in the world, and you are already rejected by the whole world. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a miracle that you can live safely to this day - you are really Do you think everything you do is perfect?"

Chiss interrupted: "You don't want to say that you have followed me like a nanny many times to help me cover up the evidence, right? I'm curious about what your purpose is, to send Boring?"

God read seriously: "You can understand it as - 'I am playing a big game of chess'."

This is a joke.

Qisi smiled dryly and said: "It seems that I have suffered a big loss in the transaction with you. You have invested more than 20 years of sunk costs, so I can just sit back and raise the price."

God smiled: "The basis for the establishment of the transaction is that both parties have the ability to collect the price, and now you obviously have no room for bargaining."

Qisi snorted: "If I'm not wrong, you are bound by the rules. For transactions conducted under the witness of the rules, you also have no chance to regret it, right?"

God did not retort, but continued with a pleasant voice: "From now on, we are grasshoppers on the same rope. I was once exiled in Su's Village by the rules, and I was able to break free with the help of your sins. You may be very It doesn’t take long to go from being excluded by a single world to being excluded by the rules.”

Qisi sneered: "I remember that the rules are the supreme existence in the weird game, and even you can't disobey it. You pretended to be half-dead in Su's Village, and induced me to add insult to injury and make a deal with you. You would have ended up here long ago. One step?"

"You don't have to be so angry. I have watched you for twenty-two years. You can believe that my interests and yours will always be consistent." God smiled and said, "Rules are like the sun, moon and stars, and they will not deliberately pay attention to ants." . And the fun and benefits you get from trading will far outweigh the risks brought by the rules - this is the way you are used to thinking about problems, isn't it?"

This is a matter of course, and it is indeed the logic that Zis is familiar with and accustomed to. Qisi also almost understood that no matter how hard he bargained, he would not be able to get more benefits.

He said calmly: "I see that you know me well, so our communication might as well be more direct - what do you need me to do, and what benefits can you give me?"

God's attitude became serious: "A bet among the gods on the past, present and future has begun. I hope you can keep winning until you win the final crown of Sunset Ruins..."

The scarlet eyes above his head turned into red mist and then condensed into a stream of light that flew behind Qiss.

Qisi turned his head slightly and looked in the direction where the red light was pointing. The walls at the bottom of the temple were cracked with criss-crossing ravines, and bits of golden light were flowing through them. From a distance, there were countless golden vines growing.

Qisi thought of the vines trying to touch him in the image he had seen before, and his eyes narrowed slightly: "What is this?"

"The weird game is a tree." God said, "The vines of the tree grow wildly, and the soul leaves are picked and hung on the branches for the players."

Zeiss stood up from the high-backed chair, walked towards the golden wall, and looked at the light and shadow of the trees.

The giant golden tree in the temple was bare, and its leafless branches looked lonely and ugly, as if they would wither and decay at any time.

The god continued: "There is also a tree in this temple, and you can hang the soul leaves you get on it until it flourishes."

"Then what?" Zeiss asked.

"Then -"

The red light shattered into blood mist, ethereally dissolved in the dark dust, and God's voice drifted far away, like a gust of wind in a dream:

"You will dominate the weird."