I Became a God in a Horror Game

After the dance, instead of making his usual request, he chatted with the guest.

"What do you do?" he asked cautiously.

The guest paused for a moment, then he chuckled and said, "I thought it was the island's rule not to inquire about guests?"

He tensed up quickly, and just as he was about to explain, he heard the guest smile again and say, "I have nothing to do, just an idler who likes to play games."

Realizing that the other party didn't mind his question, he relaxed and asked further tentatively, "Then why are you leaving suddenly?"

"Well, this?" The guest pondered for a moment and replied, "I can't actually come to this world."

"I can only come by the prayers and calling of others, and I have been here for so long this time because He keeps calling me and making wishes for me."

"But now He has stopped calling me, so I am leaving."

"I pray you come, can't I?" he asked.

"No, you don't believe in me." The guest laughed and said in a calm tone, "I can see a firmer belief in your soul."

He was startled: "A firmer belief...?"

"She is also beautiful." The guest laughed. "Your faith is also beautiful."

He stagnated there, and was silent for a long, long time, before his voice was a little hoarse, and he replied with a smile: "...Yes, I think so too."

"Where do you want to go to the island tonight?" the guest asked him as usual. "Do you want anything else?"

He lowered his head and slowly tightened the gauze on his body. He raised his head with red eyes, but his tone was extremely decisive: "I want to leave this island forever."

"I want to kill all the men on this island!"

"That's my only wish tonight, okay?"

The guest paused for a while, then suddenly smiled interestingly: "You are—"

"—Are you making a wish to God?"

"There is a price to pay to make a wish to God, do you accept it?"

He was keenly aware that this was different from his previous request. The look in his eyes made him tremble, but he still nodded: "If you can make it happen, I can accept it at any price!"

"You're really young, people only say such impulsive words when they're young." The guest smiled.

"He said that to me not too long ago."

"But as an evil god, I have no reason to refuse offering sacrifices." The guest raised his head, tapped his index finger on his forehead, and whispered, "That's what you want."

He passed out in a silvery blue halo.

When he woke up again, it was already the evening of the second day. He was dizzy, and when he stood up against the table, he accidentally shook the playing cards off the table.

There were words written on the fallen playing card, his eyes were fixed, and he found that the spade playing card was written:

[The price of wishing is pain. 】

[This pain includes yours, as well as those of those you want to kill. I can accept the pain you have brought and caused. 】

[A friendly suggestion, sometimes it's more fun to keep people you hate to extract residual value and pain than to kill them outright. 】

He clenched the spade card slowly, his purple eyes darkened, his breathing quickened, and at the same time, the door behind him was kicked open, his bishop father came in, and suddenly reached out and grabbed it By his hair, he dragged the struggling him out, and said to him, "That one is gone."

"Come out and host others."

"You are going to receive two tonight." The bishop looked at the gauze on him and narrowed his eyes, "Okay, now there are three."

"I haven't seen you dance for a long time."

He clenched the card of spades in his hand tighter and tighter, his breathing became heavier, and after his father in the bishop threw him into another room, where there were already two people dressed as priests of the Holy See waiting, The bishop stood up grabbing his shoulders and ordered him with a smile:

"These two priests have been waiting for a long time, you can start dancing."

Almost before he made his first move, a priest rushed up and wanted to overwhelm him. He picked up the candlestick next to him and slapped the priest on the head, screaming in the room. It sounded, and he smiled happily, but soon he was pressed to the ground by the people who were called in by the enraged bishop.

His right wrist was stepped on, and the tightly gripped spade card was released when the sole of the opponent's foot twisted hard.

When the group of people gathered around again and watched the gauze on his body, which was pushed down to the ground, he looked at the queen of hearts that was placed on the table and pressed by two playing cards, which symbolized his number. Poker, an unprecedented hatred erupted in his eyes.

kill them! !

I'm going to kill these men! !

【...Detected violent desire...】

[Player hearts log into the game. 】

Inside the Sky City, Quan Zhendong, who was still young, waited anxiously and uncomfortably on a seat in the center of the corridor.

In the innermost room, the priest who brought him up tonight ordered the Q of Hearts, which is said to be the most beautiful in the Sky City.

He had just received the priesthood of the Holy See, and the seniors above him vaguely said that in order to celebrate his entry into the Holy See, he would take him to a pure land of bliss that only men from the Holy See could go to.

After Quan Zhendong came up, he was shocked for about 30 minutes, and then quickly adapted, but out of embarrassment, he said that he didn't need to count cards for the time being-the first time he was a little anxious.

Can wait until next time.

But this kind of polite restraint only lasted until he saw the photo of the Q of Hearts. He was completely dumbfounded. The priest laughed and tacitly patted him on the shoulder, saying that I had saved the contribution points for two months. It only takes an hour to order him, and you have to queue. If you want, I can give you ten minutes.

Quan Zhendong symbolically pushed and pulled twice, and then accepted.

But now an hour has passed, and the priest who said he would give him ten minutes has not yet come out. Quan Zhendong couldn't help but feel a little anxious. He looked in the corridor again, and finally looked left and right twice, and found that no one was paying attention. I, unable to bear it any longer, walked over and knocked on the door.

There was no movement in the door, Quan Zhendong called out the name of the priest, and a faint voice came from inside: "Help, help..."

The voice didn't sound like he was immersed in something, but he was dying. Quan Zhendong instinctively felt that something was wrong, and he pushed open the door suddenly.

The strong blood and blood rushed towards his face, and Quan Zhendong was stunned by the scene of the hell on earth in front of him.

The drapey burgundy velvet curtain was soaked and dripping blood dripping down. There were three or four bodyguards lying on the ground, their limbs twisted, blood flowing under their bodies, and their pupils were already dead. It spread completely, if it weren't for the weak breathing in front of the nose and the trembling from the pain, Quan Zhendong almost thought they were dead.

Going further inside, the two priests who ordered hearts can be described as "opening the belly", the bones and intestines can be seen, there are burns on the face and face, there is a priest's The lower body/body was bloody, flat and sunken, and Quan Zhendong's scalp was numb - that thing must be gone!

The bone that that thing is attached to is not necessarily there!

These two priests are still moving, and they are still alive with such tragic injuries!

There were still screams coming from the innermost part of the tent, Quan Zhendong's mind was completely blank, but out of curiosity to know what happened, he was still going inside.

"Help, help..." This weak cry was from the bishop, the owner of the island, but at this moment, the arrogant bishop who was bossing everyone around screamed like a poker signer, "Help me. …”

"Let me go."

Quan Zhendong slowly lifted the curtain blocking all this in the bishop's shrill and weak scream, and he completely stayed where he was.

A person is sitting lazily on the large sofa chair. His purple eyes are almost black under the weak candlelight, and only a trace of purple light can be seen in the flow of his eyes. He is covered in blood, as if washed with blood. Like after a shower, blood dripped from the ends of his hair and the toes he was dangling, smearing on the ground.

He was shuffling a deck of cards in his hand, and asked in an unhurried, almost playful tone:

"I ask again, what's his name?"

The bishop made a screeching sound from his throat in horror, and he burst into tears: "I really don't know!"

"I only know that everyone calls him King, I really don't know what his name is! That gentleman never left his name!"

"Really?" He lowered his purple eyes, blood dripped from his slender and curled eyelashes, and his tone seemed to carry some kind of condemnation, "How come you don't know anything."

"Useless man."

At the moment when his words fell lightly, the playing cards he was shuffling in his hand flickered, and he threw one out between his two fingers.

The bishop's heart-wrenching scream sounded again: "Ah!! Ah!!!"

The candlelight jumped and illuminated the ground.

Quan Zhendong turned his completely sluggish head, and through the candlelight, he could see the bishop on the ground clearly.

The bishop also seemed to have been blood-washed from beginning to end, but unlike the hearts, the hearts knew at a glance that they had been washed with other people's blood, but the bishop knew at a glance that he had been washed with his own blood. On the ground, there was an embedded playing card on almost every joint of the body.

It was painful to see, the bishop was already in pain to the point of muscle spasms, but he was pinned to the ground by playing cards, unable to move.

And the Queen of Hearts playing card thrown out just now was inserted right into the center of the Bishop's thing, and the blood burst from there in an instant.

Quan Zhendong watched the bishop twitching in horror - how could this not hurt!

He was terrified and wanted to run away, but he accidentally stepped on the shredded paper the moment he stepped back. Hearts sitting on the opposite chair raised his head the moment he heard the sound.

Blood dripped from Hearts' hair, and slipped down the face of Hearts that once fascinated Quan Zhendong, but now only feels fear.

He rested his elbows on the edge of the chair, leaning against the back of the chair as if he had no bones. Then, under the candlelight, Quan Zhendong saw him slowly raise his eyes, raise the corners of his lips, and use those magical purple eyes Glancing at him with a half-smile:

"You're my next guest, aren't you?"

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