The World of Evil God game

A new game is online and very popular. This should be a matter of celebration for both humans and gods. But now, Miss Malt looked at the players gathered in front of the counter and fell into deep contemplation.

A large group of the same players, their expressions were full of anger, pain, and joy at the same time, almost becoming a fan chart of expressions, fully explaining what pain and happiness are.

When other passers-by come over and ask if the new game is fun, they will respond loudly without hesitation, saying that it is very fun. But in an instant, a wave of anger will take over their faces, and then they will noisily complain loudly. "Problems" in new games!

The blond boy wearing a black suit stood at the front of the crowd. He handed all the letters in his hand to Miss Malt. Behind him were the players who came to complain about game problems.

The God of Death looked very serious and spoke solemnly to Miss Malt: "Respect Miss Malt, please be sure to forward this letter of opinion to the God of Fiction. We, the customers, unanimously believe that the strength of the [God of Pain] is too high. I hope he will 'ban' or 'weaken' this god as soon as possible!"

It's impossible to play without cutting it!

The God of Death even thought that if it was not weakened, he would go to the God of Pain to fight Mortal Kombat in the future. If I can’t beat you in the game, why can’t I beat you in reality?

Some players echoed from behind! They had played many games before, but ever since the kobold discovered that only the God of Pain could use Overlord, the newly emerging battle environment was immediately filled with Overlord dogs.

Is it strong? It's really strong. It's invincible for two seconds without taking any control. When it catches the opponent, it kicks them into the corner, and then it's crazy squatting and kicking in the corner. There's no gaming experience at all!

It is too painful to play, so many players have now formed a default rule, that is, they must make a "declaration" before choosing the God of Pain, otherwise they will directly insult the opponent as a domineering dog.

So except for kobold players, everyone else is very concerned about this issue.

"Do you know why kobolds are kobolds?" Someone said, accusing the kobold player of his bad behavior, which brought endless pain to everyone, and he carried a bag of rice up ten floors in one breath.

The reason why kobolds are not afraid of insults is because they are really dogs. The domineering dog does not sound insulting to them at all. On the contrary, it is very domineering.

The kobolds' faith in the god of pain has increased.

Miss Malt can only accept letters of opinion from these people, but there are people who want to weaken the supermodel role, and there are naturally people who enjoy the supermodel role, and even defend the supermodel role.

Except for the kobold who was still having a passionate PK outside and thought it would be a great pleasure, a group of strange people wearing linen clothes with a bunch of nails, gauze, and hammers tied to their bodies had already poured in. In the tavern.

“We oppose weakening!”

The leader raised his arm, with his identity card affixed to it, and the pattern revealed was the exclusive symbol of the Church of Pain.

The other guests were shocked when they saw people from the Church of Pain appear. Many people did not expect that these church staff would not go to work in the church, but come here to play games.

"What's wrong with the God of Pain being powerful? You pan-believers are too cruel. The God of Pain was once our only light. After losing the God of Pain, the world I saw turned into darkness. hell!"

"Once the God of Pain is weakened, the world will be full of ashes and hopeless. Even if I travel around the world in the name of God, what I see only makes me more convinced of this. Even if I have the power to eliminate pain, I still can’t see anything, there’s nothing, this is hell!”

"It can't be weakened!"

This group of people from the Church of Pain made a fuss, believing that this unreasonable player joint activity should be stopped immediately! Why can't our God Lord be powerful? Don't you think our God Lord is powerful?

If you're good at it, practice more. If you can't afford to lose, don't play!

Three factions were formed: the group of players who advocated weakening, the group of players who opposed the weakening, and the group of players who thought it would be fun to mess around with it. However, they were too noisy and delayed Miss Malt's business. So she kicked everyone out!

However, she still gave a solution:

"There is an online promotion event this Saturday night, and a large number of new arcade machines will be released on Sunday. The event on that day is that all arcade games are free. Why don't you make a challenge to each other and hold a competition on that day."

Miss Malt gave her solution: "I will go back and compile a registration form. Anyone who wants to participate can come to me before midnight tonight to register. I will communicate with the god of fiction and ask him to watch this game to strive for fairness. It’s fair. The winning side can put forward conditions, such as weakening existing characters or adding new characters. The specific details will be announced at the promotion meeting on Saturday night. What do you think?”

After players from both sides thought about it for a while, they nodded and agreed one after another. At the same time, many people were already planning to sign up immediately. Miss Malt asked the people in the tavern to bring pen and paper and write down the names of these people one by one.

At the same time, the "training time" was discussed with them. Of course it is impossible for them to move the arcade machines at the door, but as long as they pay enough money, they can "rent" them for a period of time.

The God of Death was naturally not short of money. He donated generously and rented five arcade machines at once. The Church of Pain was not to be outdone and rented five arcade machines.

"You're going to lose!" After the priests of the Church of Pain took out the money, they started to say harsh words with indignant expressions:

"No one understands the God of Pain better than us. You pan-believers, no matter how much you practice, you will end up crying and going home to your mother!"

"Feel the pain!"

The God of Death chuckled disdainfully, and then he said: "We will win, you are the one who picks the fight." Before he could finish his words, he was immediately grabbed by several players on the side and his mouth was tightly covered.

After playing around for a few days, everyone knew that this beautiful young man who looked rich and elegant was actually a big poisonous asshole. He said that if you win, you will lose, so you can't let him finish his harsh words, otherwise he will definitely lose.

Players from both sides immediately dispersed and went back to discuss the organization plan. This event also aroused great interest from passerby players. With their heated discussions, the event to be held by the fictional church this Sunday gradually became known to other players. regional spread.

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The Kingdom of Pain.

As usual, the God of Pain was lying idle on the floor of the Kingdom of God, muttering crazy words such as "It hurts, it hurts too much", but today was different from the past. He suddenly twitched all over and sat up straight. stand up.

A large wave of painful faith of unknown origin converged on him, and this was the second time he received faith of unknown origin.

"What's going on? Who wants me to feel pain?"