I Became a God in a Horror Game

that night.

Phoebe was lying on the bed, and when she first learned about her period, her mother was clearly delighted: "You have grown up Phoebe!"

But soon, this joy turned into a wry smile after seeing Phoebe's pale face and blood stains on his body: "But it doesn't seem like a good thing for girls to grow up here."

Phoebe lay motionless on the bed like a corpse, she covered her stomach with empty eyes, and said angrily: "When I pray tonight, I can curse all the gods who make women bleed during their period. Hell?"

Her mother laughed. "Of course."

"Phoebe." Her mother lay next to her, looking at her pale face, and asked her with some distress, "Why do you want to be the heir to the Hinchmani family?"

"This is not a suitable place for you to grow up. If you are able to leave now, you can..."

"Is there a suitable place for me to grow in this world?" Phoebe asked in a normal tone, "Or, a suitable place for me, who has the surname of Hinchmani, to grow up without being found by my father?"

Her mother was silent.

"It's not normal." Phoebe said calmly, "Then I'll get the Hinchmani family and make it a suitable place for me to live, that's all."

"If it's not free here, I'll be the master of it and make it free."

Phoebe turned to look at her stunned mother: "You don't need to pray to the gods at that time, you just need to tell me what you want, and you will have it."

"If you want to be a bird, I can make them an artificial skeleton robot, so you can really fly in the sky like a bird."

"If you want to leave Hinchmani forever, I promise you will never see the Hinchmani family again, and if you want Hinchmani to disappear, it will disappear."

"Mom." Phoebe looked at her, her face was still pale, but her tone was normal and determined, "Only strength is the real freedom in this world."

"The weak have no freedom."

Her mother didn't say a word for a long time, then she whispered to Phoebe with tears in her eyes, "Maybe you're right, Phoebe."

"...You remind me of a person, a friend of mine, who helped me a lot, but I haven't seen him for a long time since I came here, and I miss that child very much."

"I want to take you to meet him."

"I've been fine lately, but it's hard for you to go out with me at my father's place." Phoebe thought for a moment, "Wait until Daniel's seventeenth birthday, he's going to take over some of the family's affairs to experience, and my father will follow To investigate Daniel, we must go out for at least a month, and we can run out during that time."

It wasn't long before Daniel's seventeenth birthday came.

The children of the Hinchmani family don't celebrate birthdays until they reach adulthood, and the first birthday they are widely celebrated is a bar mitzvah — meaning they survived the fight to adulthood.

And to start killing.

On the day of coming of age, the children of the Hinchmani family will take their own guns, go to the private prison of the Hinchmani family, and select one of the prisoners to be imprisoned—perhaps a person who betrayed the family, or another family. The person who was imprisoned shot the prisoner with the first shot of his turbulent life, and killed the first enemy of the Hinchmani family with his own hands. This is a very representative ceremony, which means that you are from now on. A member of this family, born to kill those who were hostile to this family and who betrayed this family.

It stands to reason that they will not receive trial tasks until they reach adulthood.

But because Phoebe's intention on the shooting platform was to train Daniel, so Daniel got off the shooting platform and was carried by her father to perform various tasks. Under the leadership of his father, Daniel completed all these tasks. Very good, so this time, Daniel will go out on a trial mission alone this time. His father is only monitoring from beginning to end, and he will not intervene or help. This means that Daniel will officially become the second son of the Hinchmani family. handle.

Before leaving, Phoebe stood at the corner of the stairs on the third floor and looked at Daniel in front of her.

Daniel has grown very fast, but he hasn't seen him for a few months, and then his head is taller, his soft blond curls look so out of place in his hands, his apple-green eyes are as cold as cocktail ice cubes, he has a gun at his waist, and his right hand is wrapped around him. Wearing a bandage, he could smell a bloody smell when he passed Phoebe's shoulder, and an extreme and twisted murderous desire rushed to his face.

- It's hard to imagine that four years ago he was a little boy who would hide in the bathroom and cry after shooting.

"You still have training in mind before you leave," Phoebe said lightly. "Aren't you trying to save yourself a little bit of energy?"

"Oh?" Daniel turned his head sloppily, his apple green eyes glancing playfully at Phoebe, "Do you care if I die? The future owner of the house?"

Phoebe squinted at the oil paint on Daniel's face that hasn't been washed off yet - this man is getting more and more crazy, and he will draw all kinds of clown masks for himself before going on a mission, although the original intention is to disguise himself and not let outsiders Seeing the face, but choosing this way of exaggeration, itself shows some problems.

"I know that in the last mission, the servant your mother left for you betrayed you and was shot to death by you." Phoebe paused, "but I left your life on the shooting stand because I hope you Be second in command, not a lunatic."

"Do it yourself."

"I'm the second-in-command?" Daniel's nervous smile came from behind her, "Be careful, Lord Patriarch, I might have blood from my mother's side called betrayal in my bones."

"Really?" Phoebe was unmoved, she shrugged and replied indifferently, "This blood is cleaner than the blood of the Hinchmani family, right?"

On the night Daniel left, Phoebe used her power to send her and her mother out of the Hinchmani family. After a few transfers, Phoebe and the others landed on the island in the sky.

That was the first time Phoebe saw hearts.

This man was wearing a graceful robe with interlaced red and black lines, his long hair fell down, and he wore a dark red long fringed earring on his right ear. He leaned on the sofa lazily, not looking at the rain outside the island, his purple eyes halfway He seems to be in a trance, in the dense candlelight, the tear mole under his eyes is looming, and there is a kind of beauty that can't tell the gender.

To be honest, this is the first time Phoebe has seen such a beautiful human being.

But she doesn't like hearts.

"You look weak." Phoebe looked at Hearts and raised her eyebrows, "The person who gave my mother faith was actually a weak person?"

Phoebe's mother turned her head in disbelief: "Phoebe!"

"Am I weak?" Hearts turned her head to look at Phoebe, and he half-smiled, "Where am I weak? Appearance? I look fragile?"

"No." Phoebe looked directly into Hearts' eyes, "My mother knelt by my bed every night and prayed to get out of the place where she was trapped. Why don't you have such a belief?"

"Why don't you dare to leave this island that traps you? What are you missing on this island?"

The smile on Hearts' face faded, and he looked straight into Phoebe's green eyes, and Phoebe looked at him squarely.

"I can..." Hearts turned to look at Phoebe's mother, who was a little stunned, and smiled slightly, "Can I chat with her alone?"

After Phoebe's mom left.

"You cherish your mother very much. In order to protect her, you sent her to see me. You are very kind to her." Heart paused, "What if one day she leaves you?"

"Why did she leave me?" Phoebe asked rhetorically.

"She's dead." Hearts said softly.

"What made her die," Phoebe asked.

"Disease, this island, her beliefs, many people." Hearts replied, "People are very fragile and can die easily."

"If it's a disease, I'll cure it, if it's an island, I'll blow it up, and if it's a belief, I'll make her change it." Phoebe raised her head arrogantly, her eyes were as strong as ever, "What made her die, I'll destroy anything."

"...If..." Hong Tao raised her head, there was a lot of emotion in his purple eyes, and his tone was as light as the rain outside the island, "Is she herself?"

"What if she doesn't want to live anymore?"

——Sudden illness, failure every time, the farewell that she had already accepted at the end, the last words she had prepared, just like a dance drama that she had rehearsed countless times before it was staged and ended in front of him.

Hearts repeated the sentence lightly: "What if she chose to die?"

Phoebe was choked, and she choked on a rare occasion.

When she went to the island that day, Phoebe did not give an answer to this question. She was sent off the island by the hearts. She looked back at the man in a large robe standing on the edge of the stormy sky island, who was blown away by the wind. The loud man, the eyes of hearts passed through the wind and rain in the dark night, fell on them who were getting on the boat for a moment, and then moved away sparsely.

——It seems that he is also looking forward to finding an answer from her.

After going back that day, her mother told her about the hearts, and in the end she just sighed: "I know the mother of the hearts, she is a very good person, just..."

"Not everyone can survive that life rather than death."

What about you - Phoebe wanted to ask this question, but she didn't say it in the end, because she didn't know what the answer to the question was, and she would be satisfied when she heard it.

Soon, the question Phoebe had forgotten about came to her and her mother in an unexpectedly sharp form.

Daniel disappeared during the trial mission. His father made a fire, almost mobilizing the power of the entire family, but no trace of Daniel was ever found. After cleaning up the suspicious enemy's house outside, she was too suspicious. 's father quickly targeted people within the family.

In fact, the disappearance of Daniel was of little importance to her father. The important thing was that someone dared to touch his subordinates in front of him, go against his wishes and break away from his control.

In round after round of family cleaning, Phoebe and her mother had left the family during Daniel's trial mission, and were quickly told by the servants who couldn't stand the torture.

No one can do things in front of her father that her father doesn't allow and doesn't know, including her heir.

Phoebe was accustomed to being thrown into prison and tortured, and his father would chastise her when she sometimes didn't answer or behave as she wanted, and it wasn't unique to her, Daniel, or every kid in the family. Been in prison.

But what was different this time was that her mother also came in.

Before being arrested, Phoebe repeatedly told her mother that the prison officers would put her on a lie detector, and as long as she told the truth, they would not execute her - the Hinchmani family would treat her well Honest people, it's a tradition in her family.

So Phoebe knew that as long as she was honest, she could get out of this filthy prison in a week at most.

She did honestly explain that she went to find Hearts, anyway, the bizarre island of Hearts in the sky does not have Hearts to open the door, and no one can board, but those people repeatedly asked her where she was going. She was subconsciously anxious.

... This is when the confessions of the prisoners on both sides of the conspiracy are inconsistent, and she will be asked the same question repeatedly after the confessions are repeatedly verified.

On the tenth day, honest Phoebe is released from prison, but her ominous foreboding is confirmed when she meets her dishonest mother scarred by punishment.

Her father sat in the overseer chair next to her and looked at her with a low expression: "Your mother is as stupid and stupid as my ex-wife, and she also betrayed me and refused to tell me honestly where she had been. "

"The Hinchmani family can't tolerate dishonest people, but she is your mother, and you are my only heir. I look at you and give her one last chance in front of you."

Her father looked at her mother, who was kneeling on the ground with her hands pinned to the blood-stained wooden post: "Where did you go? Who did you meet?"

"If you tell me honestly this time, I can let you live."

"Honest?" Her disheveled mother looked up, Phoebe never imagined that her always weak mother could put on this face in front of her father, with sarcasm and disdain, she was bruised and smiling, "I I've told you a million times."

"I've landed on a free territory that a sinner like you will never be able to land on."

"What I saw was a beautiful person you'll never see."

"Tell me the location and name." Her father's face was completely gloomy. "Your daughter has already explained some information. As long as you tell the truth about how you found that place, I will let you go."

Her mother looked at her father with pussy eyes, and smiled hoarsely: "You have been to that place before, and you have seen people I have met."

"But it's been almost ten years, and it's normal that you don't remember, but you have to hear from me, let me cooperate to deceive him, let him open the door for you, let you go to that place—"

"—Impossible."

"That place was once known as the Pure Land, and now it's really the Pure Land. You don't deserve to go up and disturb his purity. Even if I die, I won't let you see my old friend again."

Her father's face was still for a moment, and then he raised his hand, and the attendant next to him solemnly pulled his gun from the lower back and put it on her father's open palm.

Phoebe stared at the gun. She was very familiar with the structure of the gun. She had used it thousands of times, but at this moment, looking at the dark muzzle, she felt unfamiliar for the first time— — She's dreading the tools she's used countless times.

Her heart was beating wildly.

"You are the second wife who betrayed me." Her father casually adjusted the gun, "I believe you already know the fate of betraying my first wife. I never regret killing the betrayal of the family with my own hands, but In that case, the only thing I think I did inappropriately, was to alienate Daniel from me because of it."

"I didn't properly teach him what a betrayal was when he was young, so that he didn't understand how I killed his mother. He grew up quite rebellious and drifted away from me until he grew up and was betrayed. It took a lot of hardships to understand my hardships."

"I'm not going to make the same educational mistakes again this time."

Her father raised his head, looked at Phoebe, stretched out his hand to firmly support her shoulder, put the gun in her palm, and said grimly, "Phoebe, as a qualified successor to the head of the family, you know how to Treat the traitor?"

Phoebe's chest rose and fell rapidly in the bra that was growing tighter because of her development. Her mother carefully modified the little gap that the bra had made for her day and night. It was not enough for her to breathe in this tight scene. , She clenched the gun subconsciously, her expression showing a rare suffocation after suffocation.

"Like when you were ten—" her father whispered, "point a gun to your mother's heart."

"Like breaking an apple, pierce that heart."

She looked at her mother, and she smiled at her as always, just like the heir test that day, and mouthed to her: [shoot it].

Phoebe took two deep breaths, raised the gun slowly, her hands did not tremble at all, then turned over and suppressed her unresponsive father with lightning speed, and pressed the muzzle against his temple with a cold expression. .

Almost instantly, all the squires drew their guns at Phoebe.

Her father raised his hands slowly, and the expression in his grip showed a crack of horror: "What are you doing, Phoebe? Why do you dare to point a gun at me?!"

"Why don't I dare?" Phoebe tilted her head, her expression was sweet, but her tone was cold, "When you taught me to point a gun at my mother, you should have expected me to point a gun at you at all. Courage, my esteemed father."

"Let go of her."

Her father froze for a moment, then ordered, "Let go of her mother."

But at the same time, her father made a very faint downward gesture, which Phoebe saw quickly—a sign from the head of the house, meaning to shoot.

So Phoebe fired a shot at her father's hand without hesitation, and the guards froze almost as soon as her father screamed.

"I said, let her go." Phoebe was almost breathless by the corset, but her tone was calm.

"...As expected of the children who grew up with my own hands, courage and reflexes are not lacking." Her father raised his head with some admiration covering his bleeding palm, his eyes sullen Staring at her, "Maybe if you give you a little more time, you can really successfully seize power from me."

Phoebe was keenly aware that something was wrong. She saw her father take out a circular object with an inverted cross from the lining, and the smell of the object made Phoebe feel uncomfortable for a moment and wanted to back away.

"This is the family's new smuggling business. The scientific name of this thing is [Heterotic], and it has various functions that you can't imagine." Her father laughed, "For example, this one in front of you, the function is that you open up to me. guns, and the resulting gunshot wounds can be transferred to the people who matter most to you."

"And the gunshot wound on my body will heal." Her father raised his intact palm and looked at her with a smile, "It's amazing, isn't it? I carry many of these [heretics] with me."

Phoebe's pupils shrank, and she turned to look at her mother - she knelt on the ground with her hands covered, bleeding all over the floor.

"It seems that I haven't taught you enough." Her father suddenly held her gun, his expression and tone became gloomy and grim, "Then I will teach you again from today's lesson."

Her father held her gun and buckled it at him. At the same time, a loud gunshot sounded behind Phoebe. Her expression and movements were frozen, and his father pinched her face and turned to look. past.

Her mother, heartbroken, fell in a pool of blood.

Phoebe tried to breathe hard, but couldn't.

Because she felt that the point of her bra could be used for breathing, and it disappeared.

[System prompt: The player Phoebe's desire is detected, log in to the game. 】

When Phoebe crawled out of her first single-player game covered in blood, she began frantically searching for items to heal her wounds.

She knew that as long as she didn't log out of the game now, her mother's time would freeze shortly after the moment she was injured, her shot missed a little, and it wasn't right to her heart, maybe there was a rescue!

But Phoebe soon realized that this seemingly omnipotent game that can fulfill everyone's wishes has no healing props - players can't get props that can restore health, and she can't find an instant cure. Items for gunshot wounds.

In a trance, Phoebe chose a random coordinate and logged out of the game.

Fortunately, her mother did not die.

After sending them off the island, Hearts has been sending people to follow them. After things changed, Hearts realized that something was wrong and quickly sent people from her guild, or the players tried their best to infiltrate the Cincimani family. Her mother, who had been shot, was taken out and brought to the island to be closely guarded.

Phoebe meets her comatose mother on the island.

"I used a lot of props to maintain her vital signs." Hearts sat beside Phoebe who said nothing, and said after a while, "But there are no healing props in the game, and there is only so much I can do. already."

"Feel sorry."

"I fired this shot, and I caused her current situation." Phoebe said flatly, "I'm sorry it's not your turn to speak."

The two fell silent for each other.

"When we rescued her, she hadn't fallen into a coma, but her consciousness was a little blurry." Hearts paused and said softly, "Her last words are for you."

"She said, Phoebe, you are right. Only the strong can have freedom. The weak like her can only pray and struggle in this world, no matter where they go, on the island, and they are not worthy of freedom."

"She is alive. For you, it may be just a burden for the weak to the strong."

Phoebe's hand on his knee clenched.

not like this! !

I am weak to you now! I can't do anything!

Hearts got up and left, Phoebe stood alone at the head of her mother's bed for a long time, then she stared at the moonlight outside the window for a while, then folded her hands and knelt down slowly.

"God." She closed her eyes and recited softly in a hoarse voice, her posture extremely pious, just as her mother had awkwardly corrected her before, "If you really exist, I pray to you sincerely."

"I hope she survives."

"Did you know?" a player whispered, "The little witch, the first player on the rookie list who has made a big splash recently, actually has healing skills!"

"Wow, the treatment department?! These major guilds can't rob her and rob her crazy?!"

"Yeah, the King's Guild has spent more than one million charging points, and I haven't seen her join, and her treatment conditions are harsh, and she never treats players easily, but she doesn't necessarily pull in front of her, it all depends on her mood. Healing, sometimes treating more than a dozen players at a time, sometimes not treating one at all, and she not only heals, but also poisons people, sometimes if you ask for treatment and offend her, you will be poisoned directly."

"It's dangerous to find her then."

"Yeah, the big guild is all shriveled, we low-level players should just watch the fun."

The chatting player passed by Phoebe, and she stared at a player in front of the login entrance who was covered in a black robe—that was the little witch.

Hearts' warning is still in her ears——【The little witch is a very dangerous player, so you only enter the game, follow the guild to brush the book, and leave the matter of subduing the little witch to the guild. 】

[Don't go near the little witch, she only hits dangerous books with more than 50 people, and if you follow up, it will be a gift. 】

Her mother has weakened to a dangerous limit.

In fact, after using so many props, she should not have weakened so quickly, but her mother seemed to have lost her will to survive, and quickly declined. Every time she approached, she could feel her breath getting weaker.

Phoebe finally had to face the question that Hearts once posed to her——【If she chose death herself, what would you do? 】

She also gave the answer - powerless, nothing can be done.

But she couldn't just sit still like that - at least get close to the little witch and bet once, that was Phoebe's idea.

She is a novice player who has only entered the game for less than a week, so she followed the top player [Little Witch] on the novice list to enter the most difficult dungeon in the small TV area - a large dungeon with more than 50 people.

Then, unexpectedly, he was tortured to the core.

Phoebe didn't know what kind of obsession he was relying on, dragging his body that was almost corroded by monsters, propped on the ground with his hands, and jumped briskly towards the one standing on the ground, spraying poison everywhere to disperse the corrosion. The monster witch approaches.

The poisonous mist mixed with the gloomy black mist of the monster, and rushed towards Phoebe's face. She stared at the twisted black mist in a trance, and almost saw the night representing death descending in front of her.

She seemed to see the chaotic blood in the private prison that night.

...is this the end for her?

She has never lost since she was born, ignorantly thinking that she is the strongest in the world, but in this world she is as fragile as an ant, and she will never get the freedom she wants.

The black mist was blown away by the shaking cloak, the monsters were dispersed by the poison, and the forest fell into a gleam of light.

Phoebe suddenly raised her head and looked at the person standing barefoot in front of her. The little witch in the cloak lifted a corner, revealing a pair of gray eyes. She seemed to be "looking" in Phoebe's direction, and reached out and put her palm in the palm of her hand. The white bottle was handed to her: "Here, here is the antidote."

——The miracle of this world came to her in the most bizarre way.

It was an invisible fellow who gave her light.

She clenched the antidote handed to her tightly, and tried to sit up with her body supported, but she couldn't. She thanked a little jerkily, "Thank you."

Phoebe was silent for a while, then asked weakly, "Why did you give me the antidote?"

"Because you are too persistent." The little witch squatted down and "looked" at her curiously, "Other people who want to follow me see that I have been putting poison and not giving an antidote, and they have long since scolded me for running away. The multiple injuries are all behind me, and you are a girl."

The little witch shrugged: "I'm more gentle with girls than with dog men, so I'll give it to you, now, use it."

"I don't need it." Phoebe shook her head lightly and refused, "I'll take it out and use it for others."

"Ah?" The little witch said suspiciously, "But my antidote can't bring out the game."

Phoebe: "..."

The little witch was slightly panicked: "Hey! Don't cry! I can think of a way!"

"...That's it..." After clearing the entire map, after the game ended, the little witch and Phoebe did not log out of the game, the little witch sat on the edge of the game's cliff, thoughtfully, "You are To bring it to your mother, I think, there should be a trick."

"Ah yes."

The little witch suddenly realized and gave a high five: "I know that the skills of Charles, the president of the Gambler's Guild, can be stored and taken out for use, and he has been wooing me recently, asking him to use his skills to help me save a bottle of antidote, and you can take it out. used."

Phoebe's meal.

It is rumored that the little witch's intelligence panel is 90. It doesn't seem to be fake. She thought of Charles' skills almost at the same time as the little witch.

but……

"Why are you helping me?" Phoebe asked softly. "I'm just a weakling who's useless to you."

"Is it because of sympathy?"

The little witch asked hesitantly: "You pretended to cry to win my sympathy just now. Why do you seem to care that I help you because of sympathy?"

Phoebe: "..."

been seen.

Indeed, just now she heard the little witch said that she would be more gentle with girls, so she quickly pretended to cry and sell miserably - she thought that the other party might eat this set, but she didn't expect to be seen.

But it turned out that he still ate this set, which made Phoebe even more puzzled.

"You just said that your mother chose to die because she felt that she was weak and was a drag on you." The little witch held her chin and changed the subject one after another, "The weak have no freedom. strangeness."

"What's so strange about this?" Phoebe asked, "Only the strong can have freedom, isn't it the iron law of this world?"

"Even in the game, only the strong can have more."

"Now you are also weak in front of me." The little witch shook the antidote in her hand. "Where did the antidote you get from me, or the freedom to save your mother, come from?"

Phoebe paused: "My freedom comes from your blessing."

"The freedom of the weak comes from the charity of the strong."

"No." The little witch retorted her calmly, "I didn't help you because I gave you or bless you, it was your belief that moved me."

"The kind of persistence and belief that I can definitely get the antidote from me moved me. I know that as long as you don't die, you will always follow me until I give you the antidote. If I don't give it to you now, There is a high probability that you will be annoyed to death in the follow-up, so I will give it to you."

Phoebe was startled.

"The source of freedom for the weak is faith. As long as you believe that the things that imprison you will be defeated by yourself, the weak will also have freedom." The little witch's robe fluttered in the wind on the cliff, and her voice followed the wind from under the hood. Fluttering, "I used to be the weak who was oppressed, but I also protected other people in the predicament. You are also weak now, and you are also working hard to protect what you want to protect. We all have this freedom."

"It's not because they are strong that they have freedom, but because they yearn for freedom, the weak become strong."

Phoebe got the antidote, and on the night her mother woke up, she knelt down beside her bed and prayed:

"God," she said softly, "I have only seen hell and never heaven since I was born."

"If only there was such a beautiful place as heaven in this world."

"Then please let the little witch go to heaven."

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