I Became a God in a Horror Game

Her father was at a loss for words.

This is the truth, Phoebe is not only the first kid on the field to complete the task, she is also the fastest, youngest, and has no emotional response from start to finish.

After ten minutes, another child who completed the task appeared - Daniel.

But unfortunately, after Daniel's shooting, Daniel's servant ran away screaming and screaming. Daniel stayed where he was. The hand that lowered the gun kept shaking. He lowered his head and saw his emotional reaction. very heavy.

So her father said coldly and dissatisfiedly: "Although Daniel is a boy, he is not as good as you, and his reaction to the shooting of people close to him is too heavy."

Phoebe shrugged noncommittally, and she turned her head to accidentally glance at her mother, who was being helped off the field.

Her mother's feet were softened by fright. Seeing her look over, she blinked her eyes playfully, gave her a thumbs up cryptically, and said with her mouth—[It's amazing! 】

Phoebe raised the corners of her lips lightly.

After the training, everyone left. Phoebe was one of the few children who was still in the mood to go to the bathroom at the shooting range. As soon as she came out of the bathroom, she heard a faint cry, so Phoebe turned her head. I saw Daniel lying on the bath table with red eyes and biting his lower lip.

The two looked at each other silently. The understanding that their competitors had cultivated over the years made them almost quickly understand what the other party was going to do.

Daniel turned his head away quickly, and his tone was extremely bad: "I warn you Hinchmani Phoebe, you'd better not come to see my jokes at this time, I'm in a bad mood now and will kill you."

But since there was a certain weeping in his voice, it made the threat seem very weak.

Phoebe leaned against the wall with her chest folded, and said in a flat tone: "You don't even have the courage to shoot a servant, would you have the courage to shoot me?"

Daniel stared at her almost bloodily, his tone self-deprecating and sarcastic: "Of course I'm not like you. You have the courage to shoot at your mother. You are exactly the same as your father."

Phoebe looked at Daniel with tears in her eyes, thought for a moment, and said seriously, "I don't actually have the courage to point a gun at her."

Daniel "Huh?!" For a moment, he stared at Phoebe, who didn't seem to be lying, in a weird and subtle way: "You just shot your mother ten times."

"All I have is the ability to never hit her." Phoebe shrugged indifferently, "I'm not as incompetent and weak as you, only a ten-meter target. I still have this confidence."

Daniel: "..."

This guy really sucks.

But even if Phoebe owes so much, Daniel can't say a word of rebuttal—he's a genius in that regard.

In the projects tested by her father, she was almost always the first by disparity. Sometimes Daniel felt that the competition with him was not a human being, but a machine specially born to rule the Hinchmani family.

"So what?" Daniel snapped back angrily, "Did you come to me and say these words just to show your excellent heir quality?"

"No." Phoebe's tone and expression became cold for a moment, she suddenly approached Daniel, the similar face gave Daniel a sense of oppression that he could not imagine, he took a step back, Phoebe His darker green eyes stared straight at him, "I tell you these words in the hope that you'd better run faster and catch up with me."

"The only heir will make my father's eyes fall on me, which is not a good thing for me and my mother."

"A piece of family advice - let go of your childish weakness, Daniel, when you have the ability to shoot without killing the person you care about on the opposite side, you won't be like a kid who got kicked by his master. Hiding here like a dog and crying."

After speaking, Phoebe instantly regained her indifferent expression, she naturally pushed Daniel away, washed her hands, waved her hands and turned away: "By the way, I hate when people say that I look like a father, so I'll say that next time. I'll beat you up."

Daniel was stunned for a moment before slowly raising his head, and then he collapsed in a second: "Cinchmani Phoebe!!"

"This is the men's toilet!!!"

The days passed smoothly in various open and secret battles, until Daniel was sixteen years old and Phoebe was thirteen years old, when they were officially put on the stage of the Hinchmani family and held their last competition.

The theme of the competition is [Western Cowboys]. They have to walk ten steps back to back like two Western Cowboys, then turn around and draw guns to face each other, hitting a blood bag tied to the four joints of each other's hands and feet, neck and abdomen, just won.

But with real guns.

So this competition has two results, the first one accurately breaks the blood pack, but does not kill the opponent.

The other is that one of them directly kills the other.

Her father sat leisurely on the viewing platform and explained to Phoebe: "If one of you kills the other, it means that you have a grudge against the other, and the other cannot be used by you. There is a power struggle between the muscles and bones, so it is the most suitable for the strong to solve their own problems before they ascend to the top."

In short, if one of the parties has doubts about the other party, it will kill the other party directly in this game, and from then on will sit firmly in the first position of the heir.

"But if the strong has kindness, cherishes and takes advantage of the other side, and controls his own gun, not only is he not killed by the other side in the fight, but he just accurately disperses the six blood packs on the other side's body. ——This is enough to prove that the winning side has the ability to control the other side, it can naturally stay for your use.”

Her father looked at Phoebe and smiled lovingly: "But the Hinchmani family has only one heir to come down from this stage, Phoebe, do you understand what I mean?"

"Daniel is not a good brother for you."

Phoebe just stayed silent and didn't answer. It wasn't that she didn't mean to answer, but that she had a sudden pain in her lower abdomen. An hour before the game started, she got up and went to the bathroom.

A sharp pain of tearing wounds came from her abdomen, and she was alone in the bathroom. She was lying on the toilet and gasping for breath, her fists clenched, and cold sweat oozing from her pale face.

The constant pain was like the pain of an unhealed wound after being punched hard in the abdomen. She had never been so weak.

What's wrong with her...?

Soon, after seeing blood on her trousers, she reacted - she must have entered some kind of physiological reaction, and her mother kept reminding her to bring things.

There is no such thing as sanitary pads in the bathroom of the Hinchmani family, so from the time she was twelve years old, her mother would put it in her clothes, but the bathroom of the Hinchmani family There are all kinds of clothes that can be changed at any time - after all, there are often scenes that are not suitable for children.

Phoebe quickly changed her clothes, stared at the countdown on her watch, sat back on the toilet, closed her eyes and adjusted her breath, allowing herself to adjust to this strange abdominal pain.

"Hello." Daniel's voice came hesitantly, "The game is about to start, what are you doing?"

Phoebe opened her eyes, and she saw Daniel standing outside the women's toilet, looking at Phoebe, whose face was obviously unsightly, in surprise: "Are you injured?!"

"No." Phoebe flatly refused, and then said after a while, "Well, it's like being injured, after all, it's bleeding."

Daniel hesitated for a long time: "So you are..."

Is that what he thought?

Phoebe gave him a nonchalant look. "My uterus is bleeding, my lining is peeling, and I'm getting used to the feeling. There's nothing else you can do."

Daniel: "..."

Will this man die if he speaks a little more tactfully?

Daniel wanted to ask if it would affect the game, but looking at Phoebe's rapid breathing and pale face covered in cold sweat, he retracted his inquiry gracefully - well, looking at the situation, this little devil has indeed suffered a lot. influences.

"Will the game be postponed?" Daniel asked politely.

"No." Phoebe raised her eyes, her expression was still calm and arrogant, "I beat you as well, but you may bleed a little, don't worry, it won't be much more than me."

Daniel: "..."

"Father won't agree to a reprieve either." Phoebe said calmly, "Let's go."

"Wait." Daniel paused, glanced at Phoebe, turned his head, took out a plate of painkillers and handed it over, his voice was vague, "Would you like to... take a few before going up?"

Because he was abused by Phoebe all year round, he was used to taking two painkillers before playing.

Phoebe gave Daniel a strange look: "Why help me?"

"It's not helping you." Daniel's expression was equally indifferent, "I'm just giving you a family suggestion, whether you want to eat or not is up to you."

After he finished speaking, Daniel dropped the painkillers and was about to turn to leave when Phoebe stopped him with a subtle tone: "You are thanking me for not listening to your father's words for so many years and plundering what your mother left for you. things, still forcing you to grow up and catch up with me, right?"

Daniel turned his back for a while, then left.

"I'm really at a loss." Phoebe muttered to herself, she simply broke the painkiller and ate two, and her face quickly returned to normal.

"The game officially begins."

Daniel and Phoebe stood back-to-back on the stage, and they took a quick step forward in the same way, raising their guns straight at the sky, their green eyes staring intently at the gun in front of them.

"Ten, nine...three, two, one."

"duel!"

Phoebe took a deep breath, turned diagonally, dodged the first shot from above, and then quickly rolled closer to Daniel, who was ten paces away, his eyes sharpened, and he pulled the trigger:

"boom--!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Almost in the blink of an eye, Daniel fell to the ground, Phoebe held the gun pale and pointed at Daniel, who was bleeding next to her neck, her breathing was heavy.

Daniel opened his eyes.

Phoebe withdrew her gaze expressionlessly, turned and walked off the stage without turning her head, staggering a bit as she descended, and quickly stood firm.

All six blood packs on Daniel's body were smashed with precision, except for a little blood from the abrasion on his leg - exactly as Phoebe said before.

Looking at the profile of Phoebe's calm and admiring father talking, Daniel's eyes flickered——

——This guy is really, no matter what the situation, the hand holding the weapon is unbelievably stable.

It's really... pure power, so powerful that he can't even resist.

What kind of beliefs do you have to maintain such stability in this sinful family?

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