I Became a God in a Horror Game

He looked at his bishop's father unpleasantly, such an offensive look would usually lead to a reprimand from the other party, but today the other party has a very good temper with him, squatted down and looked at him kindly and smiled very lovingly: "You today This dress is very beautiful, your mother is right, you dance more beautifully than she was."

"Twelve years old..." The Bishop sighed, "What a wonderful age, just right for dancing."

The bishop asked him with a smile: "Do you want to dance on the Sky City? That's the most suitable place for you to dance now."

Sky City was where she went to dance before. He had long wanted to help her dance and let her not work so hard, so his eyes lit up and he nodded without thinking: "I'll go!"

"Don't go!!" His voice came out almost at the same time as her hysterical refusal.

She looked at the bishop with terrified tears in her eyes, and her voice trembled: "You promised me that as long as I was a business card, you would never take him to the island!"

"Let me think, how long have you made a business card..." The bishop casually swept across her body, with a vague disgust and disgust, but he was still polite on the surface, as if it was just regret, "Of course I also Keep your promise."

"But as a business card, no matter how beautiful you are now, it's a little old."

The bishop smiled calmly: "You know, everyone doesn't like old business cards. It's not easy for everyone to be tolerant of you because of your beauty."

"After all, you are already thirty-three."

"It's time for me to get a new business card." The bishop's gaze was vaguely directed at him, who was still wearing a veil. He sighed contentedly as if he had seen a delicious fruit beyond his imagination, "You Would you like to dance for me tonight on the island for your mother?"

He agreed.

So he was taken to the island by the bishop, just like the Salome in the story "Salome" - he played Salome, danced a dance for his titular father, and came back.

It turns out that this is dancing, no wonder her clothes are in tatters every time she comes back, he was taking a shower, he thought, but he didn't think there was anything in dancing like this, or he couldn't understand what it was, but he was still washing After that, just like she had finished dancing, she happily ran to talk to her.

That bastard bishop's father told him that as long as he went to the island every now and then to dance to different people at night, she would never have to dance again.

He readily agreed.

After all, dancing like this is still very hard, he thought with a sigh like a little adult - fortunately he can dance, and he can support her by dancing in the future.

She doesn't have to get hurt, she doesn't have to work so hard.

He thought like this, the smile on his face became more and more pleasant, and he knocked on her door just like listening to her story every night before.

Then he was stunned, and he saw an unprecedented haggard her on the bed.

Her eyes were empty, she looked at him in his pajamas, and at the bruises and wounds under the pajamas, she took two deep breaths tremblingly, she wanted to pretend that nothing happened and squeeze him as usual He gave a smile, but in the end he couldn't control his face and cried.

"I'm sorry!!" She collapsed, howling piercingly, she hugged his back hard, tears dripping down, "I'm sorry!!"

"I shouldn't have let you into this world!!"

"sorry!!"

"it's all my fault!!"

He froze in place, still wet his shoulders by her tears.

There are many things in this world that he can't understand, like he doesn't understand why after he helped her dance, she was even more haggard than she was dancing before.

Every time he came down from the island, no matter how clean he was to see her, she could still quickly see the traces of his dancing in him, and then it withered away bit by bit, bit by bit.

"I don't work hard." He expressed himself awkwardly, "Don't worry about me, just dance. What's the matter? They all praised me as the best dancer on the island."

She looked at him with a very complicated look, as if he was a child who didn't understand anything, and then squeezed out a smile: "Yeah."

"You are the best looking."

She smiled and wept: "You are the most precious."

But no matter how he persuaded, how comforted, and what he did, she was still emaciated day by day, like a serious illness that had no cure. In the end, when he came down from the island, he even He didn't dare to look at her, for fear that she would look at her with those deadly eyes, but squeeze a pale smile on his face to comfort him.

In the end, when he was fourteen, no matter how much he tried, she was still seriously ill to the point of no recovery.

In just two years, she has declined from such a bright person to the point of death.

He stayed in front of her bed, turned his face away, and struggled to maintain a cold and hard appearance - so that he wouldn't cry and worry her.

She was lying on the hospital bed, holding his hand with a pale face, and suddenly smiled in relief: "I never knew what to do."

"I don't want to stay here and become something that binds you, I feel like a burden, but I know in your heart I'm not, I'm your belief, right?"

"—just like you were to me back then."

"I am afraid that my departure will make you lose your direction completely, but I am afraid that if I don't leave, you will always fall in the wrong direction."

"But now God has freed me, he has made a choice for me." Her eyes were full of tears, but she smiled very relieved, "Leave the city in the sky, leave here, you dance so beautifully, there is a wider A place to be your stage."

"Apart from those beasts, there will be a lot of people who actually watch dance who appreciate your beauty - they exist, I've seen them."

She left, and on a quiet afternoon he sorted through her belongings and found a picture of her sitting on the bishop's lap, smiling brightly.

In the photo, she still doesn't know what her future is about to experience, but is smiling happily.

He didn't like the picture, but there were so few pictures of her, let alone smiling so happily, so he endured his disgust and left this picture - he was going to take the bishop behind her It was cut to pieces, but in the end I was reluctant to burn and damage this photo, for fear of really damaging it, so I left it disgustingly.

He buried her in the flower field, and then stood alone in the sunlight for a long, long time, and suddenly turned and left like crazy.

His tears flowed freely as he ran.

She said that if he wanted to go further, then he must go.

But he failed, and the bishop quickly captured him. The entire island was surrounded by ships of the Holy See, and he had nowhere to escape.

Since he was born, he has lived on the isolated island in the sky of the sea, and after she left, he has nowhere to go, no one to snuggle.

When he failed to escape on the 67th time, was beaten and shoved into the island in the sky forcibly to receive guests, he looked at the back of the bishop and gave birth to a strong desire to pick up the fork of the candlestick next to him and stab it. stabbed his titular father to death.

But he knew it was impossible, there were at least three or four people from the Holy See defending this guy.

When he was about to be pressed on the stage to perform again, the bishop, who had always been arrogant to everyone, suddenly became frightened: "What?! That gentleman went to the island?!"

"That gentleman doesn't like to have outsiders, so clear the place quickly and get rid of everyone in the inner circle! Only accept him!"

He knows who is in the inner circle. These people randomly choose one to go out and call the wind and call the rain. Now, for a guest he doesn't even know the name of, he is driven from the inner circle like a dog that was kicked out of the house. out.

Even he was ignored, he was tied with his hands and feet and just left aside.

This treatment was the first time he had been on the island for more than two years.

The bishop bowed his head respectfully and ushered someone in, who was tied and thrown aside, he probed hard and looked over.

This man was wearing a raincoat, cloak and long boots, with a black whip in one hand hanging to the ground, with a grimace mask on his face - all the guests who came to the inner circle had to wear a mask, and there was a voice changer in the mask, It is convenient to conceal each other's identities, and sanctimoniously cover up the fact that they came to the island in the sky.

But the familiar can be recognized by everyone.

"I haven't been to this island for a long time." The man's voice was very light, with a smile, coming from the voice changer in the mask, there was a buzzing sound, which was not very clear, "You seem to have turned this island into a become a stage?"

Facing this person, the bishop didn't even dare to lift his head, and he was sweating coldly: "It's up to you to sell the island to us."

"Don't be nervous, I don't care about the seller. Since I have sold this floating island to you, then you are the host and I am the guest." The man smiled, "I came up today and only encountered one Sad, so I want to find someone to accompany me."

"I heard that you have a membership system, but I didn't have a business card and no one to recommend it. I came up like this, which is offensive."

The bishop shook his head frantically and raised his head with bright eyes: "Of course you don't need these!"

"What kind of person do you need to accompany you? We have everything here."

The man smiled: "Good at imitating others."

Both the bishop and the man who fell to the ground were stunned.

——On the whole island, there is no one who is better at imitating people than him.

Because he is the same existence as the "top card", he has all kinds of guests who come to him, and the requirements are also varied. For the past two years, he has been immersed in a role-playing atmosphere, and he has practiced as long as the other party gives photos that need to be imitated. , he can instantly imitate the skills that the other party wants to feel.

So he, who had just been beaten badly, was sent to the room by the bishop because of the request of this strange guest.

The bishop warned him fiercely that if he dared to be dishonest and do anything to this gentleman, he would take out her bones buried under the flower field and smash them to ashes.

So he suppressed the restlessness and sat in the room, hoping that tonight's [dancing] would end soon.

This strange guest did not ask him what to do as soon as he entered the door, but slowly unfastened his cloak, put the playing card he drew on the island on the table, and sat down into the large sofa opposite him.

The room was very dark, covered with burgundy velvet curtains. Only the candlesticks on both sides were lit with red candles the size of the wrists, burning a blurred light. With this light, he could see clearly that the guest was placed in the room. Playing card numbers on the table -

——This is a spade card, the exact number is unclear.

This guest's face and figure were even more indistinct. Sitting in the shadow of the flannel and candlelight, he could only see the outline of a human figure sitting upright with his legs folded and the faintly visible figure in the candlelight. Black leather gloves and a black bone whip draped over his knees.

It was raining outside the island, and the man had water on his gloves and whip.

He was not surprised by this kind of guest who brought their own supplies to the door, and was ready to be whipped, but the guest suddenly asked him a very strange question:

"Do you like water?" the guest asked him softly.

He paused: "I like it better."

So the guest laughed: "Me too."

"But the child I am closest to hates water, but he was born in it."

"I gave him life, but he couldn't give birth to a soul and inherit my position as I wanted." The guest's voice was very light, as if telling him a story, "and when he finally wants to give birth At the moment of the soul, he is leaving me."

"I watched him grow, but I never got his attention."

"It's really a sad thing." The guest handed him a piece of clothing with a gentle tone, "Tonight he will betray me forever for the belonging of his soul."

"Can you play him and accompany me?"

He stood up hesitantly, not knowing for a moment what the man was playing, but he went behind the curtain, took off his clothes, and put on the suit that the guest handed him.

It was a very tattered orphanage set that looked like it was worn by a teenager, with a bandage tied around the eyes.

The more he looked at it, the more confused he became. When he was dressed and walked out, he even wondered if there was something wrong with this person's XP.

"Is it that way?" he asked.

The guest smiled: "Yes, you are dressed beautifully."

He pursed his lips and sat down, naturally approaching and leaning on the other's lap, but the other party called to stop.

"Don't come here." The guest's tone was flat, even a little lazy, "Just sit there and don't look back at me."

He asked in confusion: "...Then what am I looking at?"

The guest handed him a book: "Read the book."

It was a fairy tale-style book, but it was full of all kinds of murder details, and it was still broken up and then put together. He turned over and read the title of the book - "The Slender Ghost Murder".

So he sat halfway there, reading according to the guest's instructions, and the guest looked at him quietly, after a while, he couldn't hold back: "I just need to read..."

"Don't look at me." The guest's voice was flat, "He won't look back at me, you're imitating him, so don't look back at me either."

"Just read a book."

The rain outside the island was pattering, and in the dim candlelight, he looked down at a spooky storybook that was torn apart. A strange guest sat opposite him, staring at him without making a sound, and the flannel was between them. Swing back and forth very gently.

This is really a quiet atmosphere, and for a while, he is a little dazed.

He seemed to be sitting on a recliner in the back of his own courtyard, and she was watching him softly reading a storybook, instead of playing a role in dancing for others in this dingy room on the island.

After an unknown amount of time, when he felt that he was about to fall asleep, the other party suddenly said with a smile, "Are you sleepy?"

He woke up suddenly and subconsciously denied: "No!"

"Do you have any other requests, guest?" he asked in a spirited manner, but he couldn't help yawning.

The guest opposite seemed to hear the yawn and chuckled.

He blushed for the first time in the world, calmly sat up again, straightened up, and asked in a tight tone, "Do you have any other requests?"

——It's finally time to dance, right?

"No, tonight is over." The guest on the opposite side replied with a smile, "You made me spend a very pleasant night."

He was startled - did this line appear too early?

"Why are you happy?" He asked out of curiosity, "I'm just reading here."

The guest smiled: "Because I used you to miss a betrayed soul that I couldn't get."

"He will never accompany me so quietly." After the guest finished speaking, he got up and picked up the whip to leave. With a mask on his face, he looked back at him, who was half-squatting on the ground, his eyes were still a little confused, and he smiled. Get up, "But you will."

"Thank you for your company tonight."

He almost stammered: "No, no thanks."

——This is the first time in his life that he has received words like thank you on this island.

"To thank you for making me feel good tonight." The man smiled. "Is there anything you want to do?"

This is another strange sentence, and it is the first time he has heard it.

He searched his stomach to answer the guest, but in the end he just asked carefully: "Is this a reward a guest? If it is a reward, you have already paid it when you went to the island."

If the bishop's bastard knew that he dared to take tips from guests in private, he would burn the garden she left behind.

"It's not a reward, it's a transaction." The guest knelt down on one knee and squatted in front of him, the masked face slightly crooked, as if looking at him and smiling, "It's the transaction that made me feel better. "

"My mood is a precious thing, so you can ask for something a little more expensive."

His fingers slowly curled and tightened: "I, I don't want to dance this month."

The guest laughed: "Yes."

He gradually grew bolder: "I want to transport a person's bones out and bury them in a real cemetery that no one can find."

The guest still just smiled: "Yes."

His tone gradually softened again, he glanced at the guest very carefully, and made one last request: "I, want to leave this island."

"Just tonight, one night? I want to go outside and have a look."

The guest stood up, his expression cooled down in an instant, gritted his teeth and regretted - he really asked for too much! It's hard to find this kind of bully!

Then the next second, the guest extended his hand to him and said with a smile, "Yes."

He was completely stunned, staring blankly at the guest's mask.

"You don't hate water, do you?" the guest asked with a smile. "If you leave the island, would you like to go under the sea?"

He put his trembling hand in the palm of the guest's palm, then swallowed and said, "Think."

What happened to this man.

What happened to him.

When he saw the fluorescent fish and whales floating over his head, he looked at the guests standing opposite him with a blank expression.

The guest smiled and said to him, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"So I don't understand." The guest asked him with one hand on his chin, as if in deep thought, "How could anyone hate water? It's so beautiful under water."

And his mind was empty, with only one thought—

-Did he meet God?

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