The Fool of the Gods

Reality, a private house in an unknown province or city.

A burly man woke up from a squeaking spring bed, listening to the rubbing sound of the iron ring under him, and he punched the bedside with his fist.

"Bang-bang-"

The bed collapsed. After being suddenly stressed, this old spring bed finally ended its miserable life.

"Fuck, why do I have to sleep on this broken bed all the time?"

He stood up angrily, dragged the rotten bed board and threw it downstairs.

With a bang, the bed board fell on someone's shed, and rolled up several meters of dust.

"Which bastard did this? I just built a chive shed! Ah! Dog, I'm going to kill you!!"

The burly man turned a deaf ear to the scolding downstairs, and his irritable eyes continued to scan the various old furniture in this old and dilapidated house.

"Damn it, they've all been changed! My life is about to end, why should I continue to suffer! Fuck!"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He smashed the sofa in front of him with one punch, kicked the coffee table at his feet, and then threw the "garbage" downstairs again, facing the curses from downstairs.

This not only ignited the anger of the people downstairs, but also ignited the enthusiasm of the neighbors to gossip.

"I saw it. 1406 threw it. If I were you, I would pray to get him!"

"1406? Song Yi? Impossible. I know this guy. He is a nostalgic person. Although this place is not his home, these old furnitures are all passed down from his parents. He also told me that he prayed to get them back. How could he throw them away?"

"Are you sure? I think this TV cabinet is going to be thrown down too."

"Boom-boom-"

"Ah... is this stimulated?"

"Who knows? Maybe someone has possessed him. Tsk."

...

Reality, an archive room in an unknown province or city.

A thin young man woke up on a long table and started laughing as soon as he opened his eyes.

He rolled around on the long table with laughter until he cried and laughed out of strength. He looked at the archives in the room with crazy eyes.

"Wonderful, so wonderful!

When I can also be remembered by history, I will truly become a historian!

Hahaha, hahaha, the more profound the history, the more dazzling the light should be!

Burn it, let these unknown documents become a piece of history again, a piece of history that is more wonderful than obscurity!"

As he said, the crazy young man took out a torch, lit it and threw it into the archives like a mountain of books.

The fire rolled up wildly, violently devouring the words on the pages, just like the past history was swept into the long river of time, pushed by the surging waves into the unknown deep sea.

"Is the history researcher next door dead?

I don't know which madman quickly snatched the place away...

What a pity, so many materials were sorted out and burned in a fire.

It's also good to sell it to the historical school, you can get a lot of things, alas."

...

Reality, a street in an unknown province or city.

After Yu Gui passed the level, he stayed in the telephone booth on the street without moving.

This situation lasted for a long time, so long that the neighbors around almost thought that this [Death] believer who once existed on the street had probably dedicated himself to his benefactor.

However, Yu Gui did not die. He just suddenly felt that he seemed to be out of tune with this world. He felt that [Faith Game] was a very scary thing. He felt that walking on the edge of death and tiptoeing on the tightrope of dedicating oneself and others was a terrifying thing.

So, he locked himself up.

It seems that hiding in this small telephone booth can isolate these fears, and thus completely sever ties with this incomprehensible world.

But after staying there for a long time, all kinds of suspicious noises came from the street.

"Alas, why did that little assassin of [Death] die? His score was quite high, what a pity."

"What's a pity? Didn't he sleep with her?"

"Yeah, he was such a sunny and cheerful boy, and he was handsome. I had been trying to hook him up for several days and it seemed like he was going to succeed, but in the end, alas, I lost my love again."

"Then you love a lot."

"At the end of the world, love everyone you have."

"......"

After hearing these words, the little assassin hugged his body helplessly again.

The world outside is too scary.

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Reality, a mountainous area in an unknown province or city.

Wei Youxue is a true bard, because he not only records all the "beauties" in the trials, but also devoutly searches for all kinds of interesting stories in the long river of time, even in reality.He is a plate traveler.

This is a new profession that emerged after the advent of the [Faith Game]. It is very popular, but there are few people engaged in it.

Because the plate traveler, as the name suggests, needs to constantly travel through the fragments of reality divided by the [Gods]. What they always do is to deal with all kinds of people.

You should know that it is impossible to travel freely in the fragmented space that is clearly divided and has its own belonging as before the advent of the [Gods]. Therefore, the plate traveler will constantly negotiate with the players in each space in order to borrow the road and continue their journey.

This is a very difficult process, because you never know which player will refuse you one day, and thus get stuck halfway.

You will never know which player is a hypocritical good person, waiting for you to pass by and take the opportunity to kill him or, more directly, kill him.

But there are still people who like this profession. There is no shortage of people who dare to take risks in this world, and Wei Youxue happens to be one of them.

He was originally trapped here because of a high-priced negotiation with the neighboring space, but after waking up this time, he agreed to the other party's offer without thinking.

Such a decisive attitude made the "intercepting" neighbor a little suspicious.

"Mr. Wei, why do you seem to have changed? If you were so generous earlier, why would you spend half a month with me?

Are you holding a grudge and want to take the opportunity to kill me?

I tell you that I am more than 200 points higher than you. Even if I let you come, you will die. Aren't you afraid?

No, that's not right. You must have got something that can kill me. I definitely can't agree unless you add more..."

"I add more!"

"???" The neighbor was stunned, "No, do you really want to kill me?"

He was in doubt. He looked at Wei Youxue, retreating while constantly looking at him: "Are you not living?"

"Living?" Wei Youxue laughed, "Living is not as important as passing through. If I can't see new scenery, what's the difference between me and death?"

"No, you are not right, I don't agree, go find Lao Sun, you have changed.

It's too scary, I'm afraid you will be frustrated and want to kill me."

"......Well, see you again if we are destined to."

"Oh, if you really leave, add a little more, add a little more and I will definitely let you pass."

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