Absolute protagonist

The West Sea where the two continents meet, the border between the Bauhinia Federation and the Dawn Empire, is named Moon Island.

Because it is located on the border between the two countries and is one of the most developed trade islands in the West Sea, Moon Island is deeply influenced by the cultures of the two countries and has both Eastern and Western styles.

At the edge of the island, a gray-white church stands quietly. This is a church that has been passed down for more than 200 years. It is often washed by the wind and waves at the seaside, and its appearance has become less eye-catching.

Over the years, strange things have occurred frequently in various places, and extraordinary powers have been born. However, this church obviously has no so-called miracles, and the church has become more and more deserted.

Father Elliot is the only priest who still sticks to the church. He was originally an orphan. He was adopted by a priest since he was a child. He grew up in the church since he was a child and has long regarded it as his home. When no one comes to pray, he still opens and closes the door on time every day, prays on time, and cleans from time to time. His daily life is ordinary and stable. Occasionally, he will also help some people who are temporarily inadequate or homeless.

Late that night, a storm suddenly hit, the wind slapped the window lattice, and the beach on the edge of the island was submerged by the slowly rising tide.

Father Elliot was about to close the church door, but an urgent voice came from outside.

"Wait a minute! Please don't close the door for now--"

He stopped and looked out the door.

The moon in the sky was covered with an ominous blood color at some point. Under the slightly sad moonlight, a dusty young man hurried over.

He seemed to be wet from head to toe by the wind and waves, his brown curly hair stuck to his face, and he was carrying a simple suitcase in his hand. When he saw the church door that had not been closed, he exaggeratedly breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, God, this storm is really urgent!"

Seeing Father Elliot, this young man with brown hair and brown eyes and typical Bauhinia Federation characteristics hurriedly performed a courtesy.

"Excuse me, Mr. Priest. I am a musician who just came to this island tonight for a trip. Because of the sudden storm, I can't find a place to stay for the time being. I wonder if I can rest here for a night?"

"Of course." Father Elliot agreed without hesitation. He invited the stranger who came from afar into the church, "Welcome, child."

"Thank you, Mr. Priest."

"Can I warm myself by the fire?" The young man sat down on the mahogany chair in the church. He took off his wet coat and continued to ask politely, complaining by the way, "Oh, this damn weather is so cold!"

"Of course."

Father Elliot quickly lit up the fireplace.

Next, the young man made requests to him one after another, including a clean room, a soft bed, new clothes, and dinner together...Father Elliot met his requirements one by one.

After dinner, Father Elliot came to the statue to pray as usual. The young man also stood beside him and prayed like him.

The moonlight outside the window became more and more strange and sad. The blood-colored light reflected on the statue, which made the statue even more weird. The whole church seemed to be shrouded in a strange atmosphere.

"Father..." The young man turned his head and looked at him without knowing when, with a polite smile on his face. He embarrassedly touched his stomach, "The toast just now was too little, I'm a little hungry now..."

Father Elliot immediately looked at him with concern.

"Excuse me," the young man looked at his arm and swallowed his saliva, "Can I cut a small piece of meat from your arm? Just a small piece."

Father Elliot was stunned for a moment, and said hesitantly: "Okay, just a small piece."

The young man raised the knife in his hand excitedly.

…

"Excuse me, this tastes so good, I feel even hungrier. I want to have another small bite, can I?"

"Of course, child, as long as it can save you from hunger."

Under the bloody moonlight, the priest's face showed a loving and compassionate smile.

…

The marble statue stood tall, watching everything happening in the church with cold and empty eyes. In a corner of the church, the record player slowly turned, and the sacred prayers echoed around.

In the singing, Father Elliot's body unconsciously turned into a skeleton, and the cannibal immersed in the singing stood up in the fragrance of blood, intoxicated.

The young musician listened to this sacred song and suddenly got inspiration. He was obsessed, and wrote a piece of music on the wall next to the statue with his bloody fingers, and also added lyrics.

That was the adapted prayer. He sang praises to Father Elliot who had offered his flesh and blood for him. He sacrificed his life to serve the world. This priest was the true incarnation of God.

The young man was fanatical and mercilessly smashed the original statue, and moved Father Elliot's empty and bloody skeleton up to the place where the statue should have been placed. Then, like a devout believer, he prayed devoutly in front of the new "statue" and sang loudly the prayer song he had adapted.

"All people in the world are brothers and sisters, and the Lord should sacrifice his life to serve the world..."

The intoxicated musician sang in the church all night and recorded the new sacred prayer song on a record player.

After dawn, people passing by the church heard the new version of the sacred prayer song coming from inside and walked in unknowingly.

Then, suddenly feeling hungry, he couldn't help but ask the young people in the church: "Can I have a taste of your flesh?"

"sure."

The young man, whose mouth was still stained with blood, showed a compassionate smile like Father Elliott. He took the initiative to stretch out his arms and sang a prayer song in his mouth.

"All people in the world are brothers and sisters, and the Lord should sacrifice his life to serve the world. Respect the Lord's will, love the world as you love yourself, and pity the world as you pity yourself..."

…

Soon, the entire Moon Island fell into a strange atmosphere. The cannibals and the eaten were constantly switching, and everyone was going crazy without knowing it.

"...A new memetic virus was born?"

In City D, where the Monitoring Department is stationed, Chu Si looked surprised.

"It's a small island on the West Sea Islands." Zhang Jinhan explained, "A sudden change occurred there, and a new memetic virus broke out."

"The carrier of the virus is an adapted prayer song. Once people listen to the strange prayer song, they will put themselves into the prayer song and sacrifice themselves to serve the gods of the world, or they will eat the gods and become cannibals. Or the one who was eaten... The memetic virus has now completely spread on that island."

Speaking of this, Zhang Jinhan's voice became deeper and deeper.

Just from these few sentences in the information, he could imagine the crazy and tragic situation on Moon Island.

Fortunately, someone on the island noticed something was wrong at that time and reported the situation to the empire in time. Otherwise, if those people accidentally upload weird prayer songs to the Internet, this memetic virus will spread all over the world in an instant.

The Purple Flower Federation and the Empire of Dawn have joined forces to cut off the network near the West Sea Islands to prevent this from happening. Now the two countries must quickly send people to block this memetic virus and destroy the weird prayer song.

The rest of the information was just passed through Chu Si's mind. At this time, his eyes were fixed on these three words on the information: "...cannibals?"

After gently reciting these three words, Chu Si's thick eyelashes blinked, covering up the unpredictable light in his eyes.

Actually a cannibal? !

In the system space, System 666, which had been paddling to win, suddenly started spinning in circles anxiously. Messy thoughts filled its already unintelligent head.

Kuo is afraid of qaq... Su, host, he won't lose control...

Although Chu Si's behavior has been quite harmless after getting along with so many worlds, System 666 has not forgotten his first impression when he saw the host, let alone some of the messages he read in his native world. This is also an important reason why it has always been so timid in front of its host.

The white light group circled in distress in the system space. At the end, no good ideas came to mind, but it made itself faint.

It fell down from mid-air in a daze, and fell onto the small sun-shaped World Origin Stone in the center of the system space.

Before System 666 floated up again, it was thrown away by a force of mental power. At the same time, the mental fluctuations of its host's game were transmitted in the system space.

"666, what are you doing? In so many system novels, the systems are constantly upgraded and evolved over time. Why are you the only one who seems to be getting stupider?"

System 666:...Vital attack! Double critical hit!

System 666 fell into self-isolation for an instant.

One sentence directly deflected System 666's thinking. Chu Si withdrew his mental power without any sense of achievement and turned to look at the information in his hand.

"Well, I'm very interested in meme viruses." After reading it through, he looked at Zhang Jinhan, the corners of his lips slightly curved, "When you set out later, remember to take one with me."

Time was urgent, so the Dawn Empire transferred some manpower from various monitoring departments and quickly rushed to Moon Island.

As for Chu Si, originally a scientific research talent like him, the Dawn Empire would never let him go to a dangerous place like a meme-infected area. However, Chu Si was resolute. In the end, he got what he wanted and followed Zhang Jinhan. A group of people boarded a battleship heading to Moon Island.

At this time, the entire island was in chaos. Weird carols were being played in almost every house and on every street. People exchanged flesh and blood with each other, singing solemnly and piously amidst the blood and bones on the ground.

A handful of survivors were hiding in soundproof basements, looking terrified, waiting for rescuers to arrive. But they didn't know that they had already been abandoned by others and could only wait for the baptism of fire from the rescuers.

"Now the entire Moon Island has been infected by the memetic virus, including those madmen, who are the carriers of the memetic virus. Fortunately, this is only an overseas island, and fortunately the Internet has been blocked."

On the battleship, Zhang Jinhan looked calmly at the island ahead, and at the same time said the order he had received long ago.

"Otherwise, even if all the recorded carols are destroyed and all the lunatics on the island are killed, there is no guarantee that someone will have recorded this song and hidden it in a corner of Moon Island. , maybe one day it will spread again, causing even greater chaos..."

Although he knew that there must be a few sober people on the island, perhaps among them was the person who reported the news to them. But the memetic virus is too dangerous. If any anti-human lunatic among these people secretly memorizes the music score, survives and then spreads it to the whole world... no one would dare to bear the consequences.

Zhang Jinhan's voice was calm and cold.

"...The safest way is to completely destroy the entire Moon Island to prevent this memetic virus from infecting the entire human world."

Hearing this, Chu Si understood why those people in the Dawn Empire were not determined to stop him. Anyway, they would not enter the infected area from beginning to end, but would be baptized by long-range artillery fire, so the danger was not high.

Seeing that they were getting closer and closer to the Moon Island, Zhang Jinhan was about to give an order.

"Wait a minute." Chu Si suddenly stopped him, "I want to go to the island to take a look."

He took out the earplugs he had prepared, and his eyes showed a hint of expectation and curiosity.

"As long as we don't hear that song, we will be fine, right? Why don't we go to the island first to take a look at the actual situation." He suggested with a smile, "Maybe there will be a better solution?"

The author has something to say: It was done at half past ten. Thinking that some little cuties might go to bed early, I just posted it early.

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