Deep Sea Game: So I'm Already a God

In several consecutive scenes, cutscenes were given to introduce the background and provide information, and now it suddenly started directly again. Su Ming felt a little uncomfortable.

The only thing he could know at this moment was that he was sitting on a chair, with a table in front of him, and there should be other people around him.

Suddenly, a faint fire light lit up not far away, and then the fire light quickly stabilized, as if a candle had been lit by someone, and the fire light illuminated the upper body of the man.

Only then did Su Ming realize that the table in front of him was larger than he thought. It was a long wooden table. In addition to him and the person who lit the candle, there were five other people sitting there. The person who lit the candle sat on

At one end of the long table, he and five other people sat on both sides of the long table, with three people on each side.

But the strange thing is that everyone, including him and the person who lit the candle, wears a mask on their face, but the materials and images are different.

There are fluffy pink rabbit masks, there are doll masks that look full of plastic texture, and there are also pale faceless masks...

Nicknames are displayed above their heads, and they are all players.

"A six-person scene..."

Su Ming glanced at a few people and then looked at the person holding a candle at the end of the long table.

He wears a simple wooden mask on his face, and the mask is carved with a human face. I don't know if it is his own appearance.

But the texture of the wood is extremely clear, making him look like an old man with wrinkles and a sallow face.

There is no name on his head, so he should be the NPC at the beginning of this scene.

Su Ming temporarily called him the Masked Man.

At this moment, the masked man's eyes passed through the brown wooden mask and swept over the players on both sides of the long table.

Su Ming immediately felt a familiar "sense of crisis". It was obviously the system reminding him that this NPC was very dangerous.

The flame of the candle fluctuated as the masked man's gaze moved, and the atmosphere at the scene became more and more depressing.

"hehe……"

A strange sound sounded like a saw.

Su Ming's eyes narrowed. For a moment, he wasn't even sure if it was the masked man who was laughing. He could only be sure that the sound did come from that direction.

"Welcome all desperate treasure hunters to my territory. Now, you can choose an image for yourself in advance as a posthumous photo."

The masked man spoke, and his speech was very slow. His voice sounded a little old, and it seemed that it couldn't be described as old. It was like the sound of wood rubbing against each other.

As soon as he opened his mouth, there seemed to be a damp, rotting smell in the air.

While he was talking, the masked man took out a stack of things from nowhere with his other hand.

He gently shook his right hand and accurately threw the stack of things to the center of the long table, which was the center of the six players.

Su Ming took a closer look. It seemed to be a stack of card-like things. The texture and color were a bit strange. He didn't know if it was because the lighting source was a candle. Under the dim candlelight, he felt that the stack of things looked like something.

animal skin.

The skin of a certain animal with no body hair was precisely cut into rectangles the size of a palm.

"Draw one." The masked man still said in that weird tone of voice, but his tone was as cold as an order, "Each of you must draw one."

Although the masked man did not say what the consequences of not smoking would be, he had once again looked at the six players present with that scrutinizing gaze.

As the other party's terrifying gaze swept across his body, Su Ming felt as if electricity was flowing through his back, and he was numb.

The system is reminding or even warning players in this way, it is best to follow the NPC's prompts.

"I'm afraid this guy is not something players can win by force..."

Su Ming quickly glanced at the other players, and regardless of what they thought, he took the lead and reached out to touch the pile of things.

The moment he took it, the strange and familiar yet unfamiliar feeling immediately touched his nerves.

Is this human skin?! Processed human skin?!

He didn't say anything or make any further reaction, he just silently took the top one and retracted his hand.

Although this thing seemed to be made of human skin, and the texture felt soft to the touch, when he touched it out now, it was not as soft as he thought. At least it could still maintain the card shape.

He took a look at the front and saw that it was empty and devoid of anything, except that the color seemed slightly different from the back. It was probably this thing that allowed the soft animal skin to maintain the shape of the card.

The system did not give any prompts to display information about this thing.

With the first one taking the lead, the other players also touched one one after another. After touching, there were still a lot of things left in the pile, but the masked man no longer paid attention to the pile of things, but looked at everyone present again.

He said coldly in that terrifying voice:

"You, this group of treasure hunters, are much more sensible than the last group. It's a pity that I won't have the chance to show you my skinning skills for the time being."

After saying these threatening words with a hint of regret, the masked man continued: "Now, each of you must take out an item from yourself and use its image as the pattern on the card.

This will be your last picture, but before you die, it will also provide irreplaceable assistance to your actions here."

At the same time, the masked man added in a subtle tone: "Generally speaking, any item will do, but I suggest that the item you choose should have some effect or meaning. It will determine the strength of the power you obtain. Of course, if you are really

If you can’t take out anything, you can also try to use your own image as a pattern, haha..."

"You only have one minute to choose."

After saying that, the masked man gently tapped the table with his dry fingers, making a rhythmic clicking sound, not sure if it was timing.

While Su Ming was still thinking about the meaning of the other party's words, a message suddenly popped up on the card in his hand.

[Name: Death Inscription]

[Type: props]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Function: None]

[Note: This seems to be a special carrier made by some ancient evil method. The use of this type of carrier generally requires matching ritual actions or formulas, and such things are often burned or sealed...]

Carrier?

This weird leather card, and the "carrier" described in the notes, reminded Su Ming of the skill card he had obtained before, and from what the masked man said, it seemed that its functions were somewhat similar.

"Is it to engrave something and gain a special ability?"

At this moment, he looked up at the other players. They were all looking down at the cards in their hands. Someone seemed to be getting ready to take something out.

It was a player wearing a bunny mask named [I am the craziest after all]. At this moment, she took the initiative to ask the masked person. Her voice seemed to be that of a girl. "Excuse me, how do you get rid of the items after taking them out?"

What if the image becomes the pattern of the card?”

The masked man stopped tapping his fingers on the table, looked at her, and said calmly: "Take the card and stick it on the object."

After saying that, he withdrew his gaze and tapped his fingers on the table again, as if to remind others not to disturb him again.

Then, [I’m the craziest] who just asked seemed to have taken out something, but she didn’t seem to want others to see it, so she directly moved her hand below the table to operate it.

At this moment, Su Ming had already begun to think quickly about what to use as the pattern of the card.

"Listen to what this masked man means, the ability given by this card has a lot to do with the function and meaning of the item it records. The stronger the better, right?"

The first thing Su Ming thought of was the [Fragmentary Page of the Complete Collection of Hell's Jokes-003] that he obtained last time. This thing was of perfect quality and was a "masterpiece" written by the God of Mischief himself.

But he thought about the weird tone of the other person's last words, "You can use your own image as a pattern even if you don't have any objects." In addition, the name of this thing is [Death Carving], and it is suspected that it is a means of "sacrifice".

To gain strength, he was a little worried that if his "artifact" was lost directly and could not be recovered, wouldn't it be a blood loss?

So, he decided to test the waters with another god-related item on his body.

That is the [Fragment of Destiny] that he still doesn't know how to use despite its excellent quality.

Su Ming also moved his hand below the table, and then took out the [Fragment of Destiny] from the inventory.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the masked man's fingers tapping on the table suddenly stopped again, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Su Ming.