Infinite weird games

"To be honest, this is very interesting. I suddenly became curious about what the definition of good and evil is in your eyes."

Chiss lowered his eyes and sighed: "Different positions, different angles, and different views on things. I think a god who 'doesn't love the world' won't accommodate that boring set of universal values, right?"

God said: "God is God by himself, and there is no such thing as good or evil, right or evil. 'Sin' is outside of good and evil, and it exists forever."

Zeiss asked: "What about me?"

God said: "You are a mirror that reflects the cause and effect of the world. Under the rules, all living beings are guilty, and your sins are grave."

The golden river flows gurglingly, the fish-bone-like corpse is as silent as an island, and the thoughts that pour into the mind fill every corner from another dimension.

Zeiss's consciousness is connected with the vast and turbulent knowledge, and only a few can understand the huge information group.

He listened silently, remembered, and seemed to realize something.

Rules... those weird rules in weird games, or deeper and more widely applicable rules of survival...

The supreme being above the gods must not disobey...

Three lines of god's name...the Lord of the gods who is exiled outside the rules of the world...

Countless fragmented images are surging in the mind, but they cannot form a complete logic. It seems that there is an invisible force blocking the subject's recognition of the truth.

Chiss noticed this and asked with a smile: "It's time for you to tell me what the answer is, right?"

Thoughts surged, and he relayed a language that did not belong to any country he knew: "The answers announced directly are boring and perfunctory. In the next game, you will get symbols and revelations from the puzzles."

Qisi smacked his tongue for a moment and laughed out loud: "I understand, you are also bound by the so-called 'rules' and you can't tell me the answer directly, right?"

Rules are supreme and are the origin of weird games. Players are not allowed to disobey them, so why not NPCs?

The mediocre are accustomed to the rules, the wise use the rules, the brave break the rules, and the ambitious make the rules... All the disturbances, alliances, and negotiation games are based on this; "cheating" is bound to become an unspeakable but understood thing. An undeclared choice.

On the gambling table, those who do not get caught are within the rules; collaborating to make a game only requires a few gestures or looks.

Everything in "Rose Manor" flashed before his eyes, and the smile on Qisi's face became a little more clear: "Your Excellency the Evil God, things that cannot be given directly can become legal and compliant through the transaction process, is that right? "

The moment the words fell, the half-closed eyes of the corpse suddenly opened, and the scarlet eyes stared straight at the empty space ahead.

There was no warning, it was sudden, and it was clearly a shocking development. However, Qiss did not have the slightest fear: "Then, for me and for yourself, let's make a deal. I will use what I have from the past to the present. All your sins in exchange for the best value you can give me.”

Miscellaneous murmurs and ravings were mixed in with the sudden sound of wind, dragging the consciousness back into the torrent of thoughts.

During the brief contact, Qiss learned the information of "the deal was concluded", the way to convey the evil, and the weight that the being on the other side of the transaction balance was willing to put.

——It coincides with his wishes.

The identity card suddenly trembled violently, and a voice told Qiss that once the deal was reached, he would embark on a determined destiny and there would be no turning back.

"Weirdness will eventually run rampant in the world, mystery will eventually come to the world, and you will be the chief culprit in bringing disaster." That voice threatened.

Qisi bent over and held his belly in laughter, laughing maniacally: "Hahahaha! Such a good thing, I...can't ask for it!"

As if holding hands with the skeleton, he took out the blade and slashed his arm. Black smoke and red blood flowed out, lingering at the intersection.

A rational madman makes a desperate gamble and uses a small fulcrum to leverage huge benefits.

The sins generated with gods as the core feed back to the gods, and sinners who are punished by heaven and earth are involved in the situation.

…

Grandma Su's house.

After looking around and failing to see Qisi and Zhu Ling, Zhou Yilin's expression turned ugly.

She almost immediately realized what kind of misunderstanding she had fallen into before, and how Zis had used words and actions to mislead her just right, making her fall deeper and deeper into it.

"Chang Xu lied to us!" Zhou Yilin gritted her teeth, "He didn't want to cooperate with us at all! He just wanted to monopolize the profits from cracking the world view and leave us to pass the level alone!"

Zhang Licai was stunned for a moment, then he patted his fat face carelessly and said haha: "If he wants to crack it, just crack it. We can pass the level safely and get a basic reward."

"Basic reward? You have worked hard to survive until now, so you can get a basic reward?" Zhou Yilin sneered, walked straight to the firewood shed, and took out the hatchet hidden in the firewood pile, "I still have a chance, as long as I kill him before the settlement... "

Zhang Lizai didn't know whether to ask her why she suddenly stopped acting, or why she knew so clearly where the weapons were.

The unlucky fat man scratched his oily and sweaty bald head in a helpless manner: "That's not true. After all, our suspicions about him are just speculations, and he didn't really do anything to harm us..."

"Do you dare to bet? This is a weird game. If you die, you will really die!" Zhou Yilin rolled her eyes at Zhang Licai and said, "Take your Holy Mother's heart. This is not reality. There are not so many morals and laws!"

Zhang Licai opened his mouth, but in the end he did not say any objection.

In the final analysis, in this weird world, one's own wealth and life are more important. It would be best if we could get more benefits.

Anyway, he always goes with the flow and doesn't make up his mind, so if anything happens, you can't blame him...

Zhang Licai was quietly calculating, but he heard Zhou Yilin take a breath and make a broken voice: "You...what's wrong with you?"

He looked at the girl inexplicably, but she pointed at him with a look of horror on her face.

"What's wrong with me?" Zhang Licai subconsciously touched his face and felt a hand of mucus.

In his eyes, Zhou Yilin's facial features were blurring at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her eye sockets, nose and mouth were twisted into a ball, melting like burning wax and dripping downwards...

…

Even if he uses a pseudonym, in Zis's eyes, the best way to hide himself is to kill everyone who knows about it.

To cut the grass, you must remove the roots. This has been his understanding since he was a child, and there has never been an exception in more than ten years.

He is afraid of trouble, and the "Law of Six Dimensions of Space" can authoritatively state that the more people know about it, the more trouble there will be.

Therefore, he ended the dungeon early, allowing the ending to come early, the punishment of the gods to be handed down in advance, and the "sins" committed by the players related to the divine meat to be settled in advance.

Except for Qisi, the other three people went to the ancestral hall to worship and then all ate the sacred meat. Their sins had not been punished, so they were naturally the targets of divine punishment.

Since it was too late to go to the ancestral hall to worship again, there was no other option but to wait for death.

Under the giant tree, on the bank of the Golden River, thick black sinful blood flows through the dense skeletons, and new flesh and blood squirm on the white bones.

Qisi's face looked pale due to blood loss, but he could not hide the joy in his expression.

His eyes lingered on the growing corpse, and for a moment he gained a perspective looking down from above Su's Village.

In God's eyes, the village is just an insignificant speck. Only after he narrows the distance of observation can he distinguish the motes representing Zhou Yilin, Zhang Lizai and Zhu Ling.

He saw them melting, dripping tears like burning candles, gradually losing their shape like snowmen in spring.

They went down, down to the ground, and eventually turned into a slowly flowing pool of slime whose appearance was difficult to discern from life.

Not just them, the whole village was melting. Those aggressive villagers, Su Po and Ah Xi, lost all their strength at the same moment, and the tools in their hands fell to the ground.

They twisted unwillingly, like the brush strokes painted on the oil painting when the painter's hand shook, trembling, opening their mouths and screaming, turning into the outline of ghostly ghosts.

In the end, everyone collapsed into a pile of mucus. Because the distance between them was too close, they were directly connected to form a pool of water, blending into one, flowing...

[All rules and worldview have been cracked]

The cold system sound poured down from the beginning, followed by the celebration sound of fireworks exploding.

[Congratulations to the player for clearing the team survival copy "Meat Eater\