The Fool of the Gods

In reality, in an apartment in an unknown province or city.

Bailing woke up in bed and felt the sunlight shining through the window on her cheeks, which was slightly warm.

She raised her hand and touched her face, pinching it hard.

It hurts!

She is not dead.

The final door is real.

She survived again!

Her eyebrows were happy at first, and she laughed out loud, but then the smile solidified on her face and slowly faded away.

She looked at the snow-white roof with lifeless eyes.

"Why choose Him?"

Cheng Shi's question kept circling in her mind, and she still remembered her answer.

"Isn't it because I like it?"

Yes, isn't it because I like it?

But... what do you like?

She slowly got up and took off her clothes as she did at the end of the trial before. She stood in front of the mirror without any cover, turning around and looking at the marks left on her body by [Filth].

The feeling of embracing desire is not annoying, but do you really like it?

Maybe.

Bailing smiled self-deprecatingly and walked towards the bathroom.

This was an old and dilapidated apartment, but with the joint prayers of the surrounding players, the hot water supply was sufficient.

She turned the water volume of the shower to the maximum and the temperature to the highest, letting the hot water pour over her body, scalding her skin red.

She kept rubbing her hands on her body, even though she couldn't rub anything off her red skin, she was still trying hard.

This "torture" ended only when she collapsed in the bathroom exhausted and fell asleep tiredly.

In her dream, she seemed to have returned to the day when the [Gods] descended. Looking at the only choice in front of her, Bailing asked ignorantly:

"Believe in you, what should I do?"

She still remembers that fascinating voice.

[Body, power, money, selfishness, greed, laziness... everything will be the desire you can pursue]

"But I... don't want to hurt others."

[Then bring joy to others]

Joy?

From that day on, a sensory hunter who pursues "physical depravity" was born.

She has never hurt others, but only brings...

joy to others.

After a few hours, Bailing woke up slowly.

She smiled again, slowly got up and dried her body, chose a new suit in the fitting room, and slowly put it on.

For players, there is only one destination for old clothes, that is the trash can.

But Bailing never throws away her clothes. Every skirt is like a videotape of memories, which can remind her of the details of each trial.

She carefully hung up the skirt, carefully arranged it, and recalled every scene that had just happened.

But just as she smoothed the hem of her skirt, she suddenly found a letter in the gap between the hems of her skirt.

A letter written on a page of a book.

Bailing covered her mouth in shock. She pulled out the letter in disbelief and unfolded it tremblingly.

The beautiful handwriting on the letter caught her eyes one by one.

"Invitation letter from the... Fire... Bearer?"

...

Reality, in a classroom in an unknown province or city.

Fang Shiqing picked up the chalk and skillfully drew a symbol on the blackboard.

The moment she put down the pen, the blackboard suddenly twisted into a pure black door. She walked into the door without hesitation and with a firm gaze.

There was endless emptiness on the other side of the door.

The moment she stepped in, invisible steps rose under her feet, leading her to the designated place.

After only a few dozen steps, Fang Shiqing saw a "person" sitting opposite him, a "person" sitting high in the air and looking down at her, outlined by the burning candlelight.

Feeling the gaze of this "person", Fang Shiqing shook her head and smiled bitterly:

"Do you have to be so pretentious?"

"Qingqing, this is the treatment I deserve. I opened up this passage that even the [Gods] can't see to help you communicate with each other. Shouldn't you praise me every time we meet?"

"Stop, stop, stop. Praise you, praise the great [Flame of Hope], but please don't call me Qingqing anymore. It's so disgusting that it makes people numb."

"Okay, Qingqing."

"..." Fang Shiqing rubbed her forehead helplessly, "Is he here?"

"Here he is, just in front."

Fang Shiqing nodded and was about to leave. She stopped and turned around after taking two steps, and asked with a puzzled face:

"By the way, why don't you call him 'Xinxin'?"

"..."

The Candlelight Man's tone stagnated, and he replied awkwardly:

"I'm afraid he will beat me..."

"Puff." Fang Shiqing really couldn't help laughing., and even her steps became lighter.

Not long after, she saw the tall man in a bright hall.

"You are so happy, what's the good news?"

"Are you injured?" Fang Shiqing frowned slightly.

"It's a minor injury, nothing serious, I met the chosen one of [Filthy] and fought twice."

The man said it easily, but the danger was so terrible that you could easily imagine it.

The difficulty of that segment of the trial was almost beyond the imagination of ordinary players.

Fang Shiqing didn't ask much, just nodded.

"Go ahead, time is precious."

"Well, I sent out two new invitations, one to the Oblivion Doctor and one to the Sensory Hunter."

The man raised his eyebrows, somewhat surprised: "A follower of [Filth]?"

"Well, a follower of [Filth]."

"Then?"

"The doctor refused, but the Hunter... probably won't refuse."

"Oh?" The man was interested and smiled, "Why?"

"Because her heartstrings are the same as yours and mine, full of compassion and leaping with hope."

"Are you sure this is a follower of [Filth]?"

"I'm sure."

"Well... you're the firewood seeker, you have the final say, so can I prepare a welcome ceremony to welcome our new partner?"

Fang Shiqing seemed to have thought of someone, but she still shook her head to put aside the miscellaneous thoughts, smiled and nodded:

"She will come."

...

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

Xu Lu woke up screaming, stood up suddenly from the table, and shoved the crystal ball and cards on the table to the ground.

She struggled for a while as if someone had grabbed her neck, until her back was against the wall and she came to her senses and found that she was no longer in the trial.

This is...

Rest area?

When [Gods] assigned fragmented activity areas to all players, the term "home" has basically faded from people's minds.

Most players call their place a rest area, and some players call it a foothold, or a place to live.

Xu Lu looked at her hands in disbelief, and then quickly groped her body.

But when she found that she was indeed alive and well, the fear on her face became more obvious.

Why! ?

Why was she dragged into the wrong final door by Cheng, but still survived?

Why did he choose not to kill himself when he had the chance?

Why did [Fate] give her the revelation not to believe in [Time] believers? But judging by the results, it is clear that the believers of [Time] are right!

Why is this?

Is it the will of [Fate] that I die! ?

Why? ! ? ?

Since I believed in [Fate], there has not been a day that I did not worship you, praise you, and dare not disobey you.

But in the end, you actually guided me to die?

Why? !

Is this my fate?

I don't accept it!

Fear and anger intertwined in Xu Lu's eyes, and reluctance and hatred grew. She tightly grasped the dice of fate in her hand, her face gloomy and uncertain, and her expression changed several times.

Xie Yang on the roof seemed to hear the movement downstairs. He leaned over the edge of the roof and asked anxiously:

"Lulu, Lulu? Are you okay? What happened?"

Xie Yang's call brought Xu Lu back to some of her senses. She withdrew her hand that was about to throw away the dice and stopped talking angrily.

Then, she quickly returned to her previous voice and responded in a low voice:

"Brother Xie, I'm fine. I just accidentally bumped into the table."

But from beginning to end, she did not take a step towards the balcony where Xie Yang could see her.

"It's good that you're fine. You didn't get hurt in the trial, did you?"

"Thanks to my brother's potion, I'm fine. It's just that the potion... seems to have run out."

"Ah? Oh! It's okay. I'll ask Cheng Shi for another bottle. He may have some."

Cheng Shi!!

Cheng Shi again!!

Xu Lu didn't know what she was thinking. The look of hatred flashed in her eyes several times. Finally, she said softly:

"Then... I won't bother my brother, will I?"

"Hey, no trouble!"

...

Reality, a suburb of an unknown province or city.

A Ming lay on the ground, looking up at the scorching sun, his heart boiling.

After he received the order from [Order] and was about to wipe out the [Chaos] believers but was countered by Huang Bo, he knew he was going to die.

He was imprisoned on the wall by the enemy and suffered inhuman punishment. Feeling his life slipping away bit by bit, he was even desperate enough to give up.

Unexpectedly, just when he felt that his life was about to dissipate, a snap of fingers from the depths of nothingness brought his death back.The consciousness was pulled back to reality.

He woke up from the wall intact.

Just like when he just entered the trial.

A Ming looked at himself with full status and was shocked.

He tore off the blood nails, struggled to jump down from the wall, and looked at the time. There were still 2 hours left.

Time?

A Ming suddenly realized.

It was the method of the forgotten doctor, the trick of [time], and the status was reversed.

The doctor named Cheng Shi saved him.

Praise [time], and let himself survive again.

After that, he searched for the traces of the memory gate and teammates all the way, but found that his teammates had already left the trial.

Not only that, outside each memory gate, he also left him the guidance of the answer.

It was like he had a dream, dreaming that he was tortured and about to die.

But after waking up from the dream, the trial was automatically cleared.

"Cheng Shi... Fortunately, you..."

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