Infinite weird games

Chapter 95 Hopeless Sea (End) Zero-Return to Zero

Chang Xu walked step by step towards the statue in the center of the altar.

Countless thoughts that did not belong to him washed over his consciousness and gradually became integrated with his thinking.

Bizarre and bizarre scenes swim around you, and the shadow of a huge whale floats above your head. People walking feel like they are on the bottom of the sea, stumbling forward step by step.

A stone tablet appeared in front of him again. Chang Xu stopped and glanced at the inscriptions. The corresponding information was read by the system interface, showing broken words:

[Rules...pollution...sacrifice...]

[Sin...Eating...Nightmare...]

Thoughts automatically fill in the gaps between words, weaving into strange illusions:

Ugly ancient creatures rose from the ground, and began to be damaged from the corners. Their limbs disappeared piece by piece, as if they were being eaten by an invisible thing.

Thick black smoke spurted out from the fracture, covering the entire sea area. All living things were erased inch by inch as if by an eraser, disappearing in place, leaving only the empty ship.

Chang Xu unconsciously sorted out his experiences since the dungeon in his mind.

At first, Captain Crouch asked the passengers to go to sleep, saying that if they woke up midway, they would disappear into thin air...

There is no night on the island, and the sky is always the color of dusk; the layout of the buildings on the island does not conform to common sense, and the feng shui is weird; there is a high probability that the clock tower has a parallel space, and several teams of players who went to explore did not encounter each other...

The hand of the pocket watch of destiny, which marks the objective time, has stopped...

The answer was already clear. Chang Xu heard a voice spit out strange syllables in his ear, like a divine command: "Wake up...leave this long dream that does not belong to you..."

The surrounding scene shook violently, and the brightness in front of his eyes increased at a speed that was perceptible to the naked eye. Chang Xu had a premonition that this was a precursor to the awakening of a big dream.

He had an intuition that he could clear the level as long as he woke up, or in other words, there was a force that didn't want him to continue moving forward, so it wanted to send him away as a compromise.

But he can't leave.

Qisi and Liu Yuhan are still in the hands of the puppet master. If he fails to bring back the Poseidon Scepter, they will die.

Chang Xu closed his eyes and stated calmly and seriously: "This is not a dream."

In the endless void, the invisible world line was briefly distorted, and the space inside became stable again, and the brightness gradually returned to the original darkness.

Chang Xu opened his eyes and continued to move forward without changing his expression.

The shadows of various marine creatures float in the void, and the distant wind blows ancient songs that have no meaning.

The white statue with tentacles and a fish head was just a few steps away, and the last stone tablet stood on the ground directly in front.

Chang Xu walked over and read the records on the stone tablet one by one. He knelt down and bent down according to the instructions above.

"The Lord of Time and Space who wanders between life and death."

"The master of destiny who is responsible for disasters and blessings."

"The immortal being who announces the end of time and the apocalypse."

The moment he finished reciting the three lines of the god's name, a figure with black hair and black robes appeared in front of Chang Xu's eyes. It seemed to be an illusion. The edges were blurred to the point of being almost transparent, and only a pair of golden eyes were extremely bright.

The illusion flashed by, and the figure disappeared without a trace. Only a white scepter remained where it originally stood. The two-meter-tall slender object stood straight and lonely, with the sharp top like a legendary trident. .

Chang Xu reached out and held the scepter in his hand, which felt cold to the touch. At the moment of touch, messy characters flew wildly on the system interface, like program code running incorrectly.

[Name: Poseidon Scepter]

[Type: ## (data deleted) ##]

[Effect: ## (data deleted) ##]

[Remarks: ## (error!) ##]

All the information about the entire island was recorded into the brain, in addition to the sea areas far and near, even areas so remote that common sense could not comprehend them.

The huge water system and the small pieces of land in it seem to have become part of the soul, a continuation of the body, an extension of the limbs.

His consciousness was mixed into a ball, and he was no longer clear, but Chang Xu still knew what he should do.

He held the cold white scepter tightly, turned around with difficulty, and walked along the way he came, towards the direction where Qisi and Liu Yuhan were standing.

The young man standing next to the "The Dead Stops Here" stone tablet still held the girl's slender neck tightly. The girl looked at him with pitiful and sad eyes, as if asking for help.

Chang Xu walked up to the young man and raised his hand as if handing over the scepter: "Let them go."

"Okay." The young man stretched out his left hand to take the scepter with a sincere smile, "Our reputation has always been very good, and my puppet master never breaks his promise."

Chang Xu felt that this sentence was a bit strange. Before he could understand the violation behind it, the young man had already flipped his wrist and thrust the tip of the scepter at him.

He wanted to dodge, but Poseidon's power burst out from the top of the scepter, making him unable to move.

He lowered his gaze and saw that his chest was penetrated, and the blood flowed down the pale scepter, soaking the young man's pale fingers, and even a few drops splashed on the white shirt.

The cold rain poured down from high in the sky, and the salty smell made it sound like waves rising from the bottom of the sea. The noisy sound of raindrops hitting the sand and the sound of waves were difficult to distinguish, and for a while, even the sound of waves oscillating from a distance was heard. The bells all seemed ethereal and silent.

Someone asked with a smile deep in their memory: 'Is this a prayer bell, or a knell announcing death? ’

The blood was drained along with the strength, and the severe pain after the heart was penetrated pulled his consciousness into chaos. Chang Xu fell to his knees weakly, and the scattered memories were regurgitated like a tide. The scenes flashed by, making it difficult to capture.

In the misty darkness, he heard the voice of God, sacred and solemn:

"wake up."

…

Qisi pulled out his scepter and watched Chang Xu's body fall to the ground, failing to stir up any dust.

The rain fell heavily, and soon a shallow pool formed on the stone platform, washing away the blood and overflowing in all directions, diluting it into a light pink color.

Qisi looked at Chang Xu who was lying motionless on the ground. He was still not at ease, so he picked up the scepter and stabbed the corpse's back a few more times.

Determining that the man was no longer dead, he bent down and groped the body from top to bottom, and regretfully found that the man was so poor that he had nothing on him except clothes.

He retracted his hand without interest and looked at Liu Yuhan, who had no eyes at his side: "Let's go, let's take the real TE customs clearance route."

Liu Yuhan was still immersed in Chang Xu's death and asked blankly: "Why did you kill him? Isn't he your teammate?"

"Because he is no longer useful..." Thinking of Chang Xu's death, Qisi felt better.

As he walked in the direction of his destination, he answered with a smile: "It would be a big trouble to keep a fool like him who has such a holy heart and likes to broadcast live. Instead of letting him discover any clues in the future and chase me all over the world, It’s better to give him a ride now, it’s convenient for both of us.”

Liu Yuhan's breathing became rapid, mixed with clear fear.

Qisi comforted her kindly: "Don't worry, I won't do this to you. After all, your soul is in my hands, and I don't have to worry about you doing anything beyond my control."

"Of course, once you have a wrong idea, it will be more convenient for me to kill you than him."

Liu Yuhan listened silently, clenching her fists.

Yes, she signed a soul contract and mortgaged her soul to the unknown evil god...

As long as she is in the game from now on, her thoughts will be known to Chiss, and her behavior will be controlled by Chiss at any time. She will no longer be herself, but a tool of the devil and an accomplice to harm others...

What is the difference between the so-called "soul contract" and "puppet silk"? No, maybe it's even worse. The puppet is the "dead", and all sins have nothing to do with the life; and she is still alive, so she must be awake to serve the banquet of sin...

Her most correct choice may be to commit suicide immediately and vow not to associate with the devil, but she is afraid of death and is unwilling to die like this and give up her hard-won new life...

"Are you interested in signing another contract?" Liu Yuhan heard Qisi ask in a smiling voice.

She was startled and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but she quickly thought: things have reached this point and it can't get worse.

So, she asked in a strange way: "What contract?"

Qisi turned his head and looked into the girl's eyes: "If you clear another hundred copies, I will let you go free."

The bloody contract paper is spread out in the palace of thought. It is already covered with gilded handwriting, which is the terms of the contract signed before. A golden quill appeared out of thin air and added a line of small words at the end of the paper.

Liu Yuhan saw that new text was refreshed on the system interface.

[Soul redemption progress: 0/100]

One hundred copies is a lot, and it may seem like an impossible task at first glance, but it is better than being manipulated by others forever. At least there is hope again in the gloomy life.

Liu Yuhan is accustomed to climbing toward hope. In the past eighteen years, her goal was to get into a big city and leave the small town where she was born and raised; but now, her goal was to clear one hundred dungeons. It can definitely be achieved, just like back then...

"If you want to be free, just work hard to clear more dungeons. One dungeon a day only takes more than three months, isn't it?" Qisi encouraged with a smile, and took a few steps forward. He stopped in front of a long-dead skeleton in the forest.

This is the skeleton he asked Chang Xu to bring down from the top floor of the bell tower. In his understanding, it is also the key to successfully clearing this dungeon.

He pulled out the recorder from the toolbar, pressed the play button, and bent down to place it at the skeleton's feet.

"God, please save me..."

A familiar singing voice sounded, and Liu Yuhan was confused: "What are you doing?"

Zeiss explained patiently: "You should already know that Yuna wants to become a being similar to a 'god'; sacrificing the lives of others to the sea god is to live forever without being bullied in this sea far away from the world. "

Liu Yuhan thought for two seconds and nodded.

"With your IQ, you should be able to analyze that this sea area does not belong to reality, but is a dream space. After we fall asleep in the so-called 'Devil's Triangle Sea Area', we will be automatically transported here; if we die here, we will disappear ”

Liu Yuhan thought of the ship in the opening scene of the dungeon and the alarmist words of Captain Crouch on the ship, and nodded lightly.

Zeiss picked up the tape recorder and stood next to the skeleton: "Then let me give you another clue. The first group of people Yuna sacrificed were slaves during the triangle trade. They hoped to block the shipping routes to foreign lands and end the misfortune of the ethnic group. So. Poseidon constructed this group dream based on their wishes, which is the Hopeless Sea.”

"Yuna lied to them." Liu Yuhan understood and murmured to herself, "The triangular trade did not stop there. Yuna just used their lives to circle the sea area under her control and proclaimed herself their savior. "

"Smart." Qiss praised with a crooked smile, "Tell me, how will they feel once they realize that their sacrifices have no effect, and that instead a clan member died because of them? "

The heavy rain fell on the ground, splashing small water droplets, which suspended in the air into white mist. Qisi was immersed in the water color of the whole world, and the water flowed down the tips of his hair from his cheeks, and seeped into his already soaked shirt.

Ghosts with fish heads and human bodies poked their heads out from among the layers of coconut trees and gathered around the skeleton. The yin and yang may have been hindered from communicating for a while, but now they are both deceased, their memories and thoughts are connected, and the long-buried truth has resurfaced.

The ghosts seemed to understand something, whimpering and roaring mixed together. The scenery oscillates and is mixed into mottled masses, just like the kinks and tangles when waking up from a dream.

The rain connected all existence, and Qisi raised his eyes to see a beautiful woman in a blue dress not far away.

The beautiful face showed sadness and confusion, as if asking Qiss why he did this.

"The answer is simple, because you can't give me more benefits, so I have to continue to pursue the perfect clearance I want." Qisi smiled in the rain, and the malice behind the smile was profound.

The scenery blurred into a vast expanse of white, and Yuna's image could no longer be seen through the fog.

Amidst the noisy rain, Qisi bowed slightly, and the width of his smile gradually became exaggerated: "People believe in God, just to fabricate a glimmer of hope for themselves in the difficult survival, to make themselves believe that suffering will eventually be rewarded and the soul will be saved. "

"Based on the doctrine you once believed in, you should have heard: 'Before the Messiah establishes his kingdom, he will suffer and die.'"

"Since you want to proclaim yourself a god, then please—die first. Hahahaha!"

Amid the crazy laughter, the background of the scene darkened, and lines of silver-white text were refreshed on the system interface.

[All worldviews have been cracked]

[Congratulations to the player for clearing the multiplayer copy "Hopeless Sea\