My mythical world

"Failed, the Lord of Sacrifice destroyed the people who performed the sacrifice."

In the back, the yellow-haired boss received the news first. It seems that knowledge is not so easy to obtain. The most important thing is that they have a better understanding of the rules of His existence from this sacrifice.

"The sacrifice only needs the most important things for us." Another person looked at the data on the screen and had a general understanding in his mind.

He explained to others, "If I were a king, then I would sacrifice to the Lord of Truth, not the insignificant treasures and human sacrifices to me, but my most important country itself!"

The listener's heart sank. This was not a good answer. He thought that he could get the most important treasure by paying his insignificant things, but he didn't expect the rules of the gods to be so harsh.

"Why do I feel that they don't pay too much attention to the sacrifice itself, but look at how much we love the sacrifice. Why does He need sacrifices?"

This is a key question, but the realm between humans and inexplicable existence is too big to understand their existence. Even judging from the existing information, He does not have the emotions that creatures should have, but is more like a fixed procedure.

"In addition, the young man who died and resurrected in Neon Country seems to have also come into contact with this sacrificial god." A young and promising young officer in military uniform reported with the information.

"List his information as the highest level." The vice president said slowly, and everyone else nodded. Judging from the existing information, the Lord of Truth is the most important to mankind.

The mysterious beings born from "The World of the Heart: The World of the Heart" have different attitudes towards humans. For the time being, people divide the camps of these beings into nine squares.

From lawful good to neutral good, absolute neutral, chaotic evil.

The Lord of Truth and Sacrifice is the first existence to determine its name. Its attribute is absolute neutral and it strictly abides by the rules of conduct. People prefer this orderly existence, and they are most afraid of disorderly devils.

"Send someone to contact the high school student in Neon Country. In addition, what he said before is very worrying. After he came back to life, he saw something we couldn't see. It seems to be northeast of Tokyo, where there are many "people" gathered? Is there any change, such as: maybe a new god is born?"

The vice president tapped his fingers on the square table and ordered, "Send the Japanese troops to take a look, be careful, I want to know the principle of their birth, nothing is created out of nothing."

When the US military was conducting sacrificial trials, different organizations around the world also began to contact the gods who were born overnight. People have longed for extraordinary power for too long!

Looking at the past and present, no matter if you are sitting on thousands of miles of rivers and mountains and three thousand beauties, as time goes by, you will get older day by day and gradually approach death. At this time, a new world has arrived, and the existence called God is born overnight. I don't know if they have always existed or just been born.

People only know that they may also be immortal. After all, even resurrection from the dead can be done easily, let alone immortality?

There are many people who actively contact weird and strange things, and there are risks and benefits. There is no shortage of people who want to get rich overnight in the world.

The Lord of Truth and Sacrifice, the Lord of Yellow-robed Blessings, the Red-robed Hateful One, and the God of Flame and Rebirth from the Desert Shaman.

It is said that the image of the God of Rebirth is a wild phoenix, which has a trace of the totem of the desert tribe era, but it is not exactly the same.

"How did they come into being? Or have they always existed, but they have never been observed before, and now they are only recognized because of the birth of "The World of the Soul"?"

This netizen on the Internet asked a confusing topic. People are talking about the reason for their existence and whether they can benefit from it.

"Based on the existing information, such as the God of Thunder and Punishment, we can find that their existence seems to be related to what we humans think. Exist based on our imagination?" Netizen Guapihua speculated.

"Do you think we humans are too good?" More people sneered at his statement.

"Our Earth is a materialistic world, not an idealistic world. If daydreaming is really useful, then the Internet world we are in now is the most complicated place. What do you call the Internet? The birthplace of gods?"

Netizens are sneering, but they don't know that the silly girl wandering in the information flow is speechless. If she hadn't wiped out the existences born on the Internet, this place could really become Mount Olympus, the breeding ground of the strongest group of gods.

Even with her obstruction, there are still a group of existences based on reality, spreading their gospel through Internet channels and collecting spiritual power.

In a corner of the earth, a man who just came out of prison is hiding at home. From time to time, there are angry curses from downstairs, and even violent young people throw glass bottles to try to smash up.

What is the reason for all this?

Because he had *killed a child before, but the law did not sentence him to death. Instead, because he used his drunkenness and loss of thinking ability to defend himself, he was only sentenced to a short 13 years. Now he has just been released, and he is still young.

"Ingrid, don't you still have family, haha."

Thinking of the victim's family crying in the court, the man grinned. He planned to wait until the police watching him relaxed a little, and then he would go and "visit" Ingrid's family. After all, he would not die!

On the contrary, he had food and drink in prison, and he could play games when he was bored. His life was more comfortable than that in the outside world.

The man licked it with his tongue, and was eager to try. In order to take action after being released from prison, he insisted on exercising every day in prison.

"I saw his heart, it was so dark and fragrant."

Suddenly, a sneaky voice came from the corner next to him. The man was immediately frightened. After reacting, he instinctively touched the fruit knife on the table, stared at the dark corner, and shouted: "Who is it, get out of here!"

"Hehe, you want me to come out."

A black shadow appeared from the corner. The man thought it was someone who was deliberately seeking revenge, but he saw the most unlikely person - Ingrid, whose head was smashed by a stone he lifted with his own hands!

"I'm not afraid of you even when you are alive, I'm afraid of you after I die!"

The man was extremely fierce. He killed more than one person. Ingrid was just discovered. He also committed three unsolved murders!

Faced with something he couldn't understand, the man decisively stabbed with a knife, his face was hideous, his eyes were bloodshot, and he didn't have the awe of ordinary people at all.

"Hehe. Really impatient."

The black shadow was stabbed by a fruit knife by the man. The man's eyes shrank. He didn't feel anything real. Before he was shocked and scared, his chest hurt.

His pupils were dilated with fear. He saw a bloody heart dug out by Ingrid, still beating and dripping blood.

"This, this is mine."

This murderer who committed heinous crimes died with his eyes wide open. Even the last thought in his mind was whether he could turn into a ghost and kill after his death.

"Gulu."

The bloody heart was swallowed by the black shadow. His face changed. Ingrid's expression changed from terrifying to peaceful. In a blink of an eye, he turned into another victim. His body floated in the wind and flew out of the window. Who was he looking for this time?

After three days of fermentation, the inexplicable existence finally had an impact on the social unrest, especially the group of "suicide squads" who were looking for their own death and looking for traces of the mysterious existence.

The number of mysterious deaths gradually increased, and local governments were troubled by it and stepped up efforts to maintain public order.

Food and commodity prices began to soar. The two super BOSSes, King of Wheat, Poly, and Emperor of Rice, Frederick, joined forces to raise food prices.

They monopolized the food that was in short supply, and planned to take advantage of the troubled times to squeeze out a fortune. They wanted to have resources that were completely superior to the country.

As for whether the soaring food prices would cause a large number of poor people to starve to death, was that a problem they cared about? As long as they didn't die under their feet and hindered their walking, it would be fine.

"Haha, we've made a fortune this time, and the two of us will become the kings of the earth."

When the two BOSSes were celebrating in the luxurious villa that was strictly guarded, the maid holding the wine suddenly dropped the tray.

She pointed at the back of her master's neck in horror and said tremblingly: "Yellow, the curse of the master in yellow."

"Pah."

The two expensive crystal glass goblets fell, and Polly and Frederick hurriedly looked at the numbers behind their necks. There were three black numbers that seemed to be born there - 007.

Soon, the two grain tycoons who put their lives first threw grain and even took the initiative to do charity to send grain to poor countries, but this still could not change their fate.

When [007] appeared, Polly and Frederick could no longer stop their work. They were energetic and worked like a donkey being whipped by the master. The most important thing was that from 0:00 to 23:59 every morning, they could not rest for a minute!

Four days later, in the midst of crying and wailing, the two tycoons who manipulated international grain prices several times and harmed hundreds of millions of people died suddenly at home with bloodshot eyes.

The horrible state before death shocked the bosses who knew the inside story. They are afraid that they will be like this someday, and die with regrets!

This incident shocked the big bosses who were cursed by 996. The existence of the Yellow-robed Lord of Fortune was like a sword of Damocles hanging over their heads, making them dare not exploit their subordinates.

Karma is cyclical, and retribution is inevitable. They can use power and money to force workers to work overtime for free. Then the Lord of Fortune can also use their lives to retaliate.

Unknowingly, workers from all over the country suddenly found that their bosses treated them much more kindly. They received overtime pay for overtime work, food subsidies, and did not need to punch in when going to the toilet.

"From ancient times to the present, we humans do not have things and powers that can be obtained from them."

At the cost of hundreds of lives, some people have gradually tried to find out how to contact the unknown existence.

The attributes of the unknown existence are different, but they generally act in a regular manner. As long as humans do not take the initiative to contact and provoke, it will not cause disasters.

The disasters that have erupted so far have all started because of people's temptations.

Many people, especially a group of old people who have great wealth, can't wait to get in touch with extraordinary power. Among the known gods, the easiest and safest one is the Lord of Truth and Sacrifice. Perhaps because of his absolute neutrality, his existence is particularly valued by people.

But for the sacrifices offered to him, it becomes a problem.

The Lord of Sacrifice can see through people's hearts. He only wants the most important things for you. What you give, you get. Equivalent exchange, this is the highest rule of the Lord of Truth and Sacrifice.

At this moment, when others are still hesitating, a certain universe country, the emperor of March Group, Park Kwang-ha, he is 78 years old this year, suffering from stomach cancer, lying in bed all day without rescue.

Even if you can control the lifeline of a country and control the lives of 50 million people from birth to death, what does it matter? Everything is equal in front of death.

Park Kwang-ha had already accepted his fate and waited for death, but the appearance of "The World of the Soul" rekindled his passion.

"I can still be saved!"

Other strange evil gods are not easy to find, and the most popular Lord of Truth and Sacrifice is his first choice.

"I have lost my life, so what else can I not lose?"

Park Kwang-ha began to use his own resources to find the most reliable channel to contact the Lord of Sacrifice. Soon, the sacrificial ceremony from Matilda was in his hands.

The ceremony is very simple, and the core is "sincerity, awe, something to ask for, and something to hold."

One night, he sent everyone away and began to arrange the simplest sacrificial ceremony in his exclusive ward with three apples, a bottle of grape water, and three syringes.

As for why he didn't prepare a better ceremony outside, it was because Park Kwang-ha didn't trust people, and didn't trust his children who were already in power.

During the ten years he was bedridden, the power of the March Group had been handed over to his eldest son and second son. Under such circumstances, if he knew that he was offering sacrifices to the gods and praying for the continuation of life, he was worried that his sons would "kill their own relatives for the sake of justice".

No one knows his sons better than his father. His worries are completely reasonable. At this moment, his two sons are holding the materials collected by their father for the gods and murmur.

What if the old man stands up again, will the March Group still belong to him? The taste of power is intoxicating, especially the fate of 50 million people.

The ritual specifications of the sacrifice are not the point, the point is one's sincerity and the desire of the wish.

Park Kwang-ha knelt at the head of the bed, his eyes closed, and murmured, "Almighty Lord of Truth, merciful Lord of Sacrifice, please give me the power to defeat cancer and let me live forever.

If you achieve your wish, then I will be your most loyal lamb in the world and dedicate myself to you. Build a temple for you and command millions of people to believe in you and love you."

The desire to survive is terrible. Among the large number of sacrifices, the Lord of Truth and Sacrifice noticed this well-known human who gathered the fate of many people.

A god whose shape and appearance could not be seen, but whose grandeur and majesty could be seen, appeared in front of Park Kwang-ha. He saw the Gate of Truth on the god's left hand and the golden scale on the god's right hand.

The scale sank to the bottom! Park Kwang-ha's request was too great!

"What do you want: immortality, sacrifice?" Truth lowered his eyes.

Park Kwang-ha was so scared that he trembled. He said tremblingly: "You can take whatever I have. I can build a golden body for you and build 10,000 temples."

The Lord of Truth and Sacrifice was not moved by Park Kwang-ha's promise. Instead, the golden scale shook, as if he was measuring the value of immortality and what equivalent the person in front of him could exchange.

"To live forever, you need to sacrifice your closest blood relatives. Park Kwang-ha, do you want to sacrifice Park Moon-san, Park Cheol-soo, Park Mi-sook, and Park Chen-jia? 41 lives."

Park Kwang-ha was stunned. The 41 names that the Lord of Truth just reported were all his sons, illegitimate children, daughters, grandsons, and granddaughters!

The price of living is so high that it requires the lives of 41 people closest to him!

Didi

The golden scale is slowly prying, and the tray that symbolizes longevity is slowly rising. It seems to reflect the changes in people's hearts and weighs them.

Park Kwang-ha's face is uncertain. He really wants to live. The days of being tortured by the disease are so painful that he can't move or walk a step.

But these are his sons and daughters! A total of 41 lives!

The faces of his sons and daughters flashed in his mind one by one. This is sacrifice. Only take your most important treasure.

After a long time, at the last moment when the value of the Golden Scale of Immortality was equalized, Park Kwang-ha broke out in a cold sweat and trembled as he said, "Supreme Lord of Truth, is there any other way? I can control the lifeline of a country, which will definitely be useful to you, as long as you can save me!"

Pah!

The Golden Scale, the Immortality Tray fell straight to the bottom of the valley, and the phantom of the statue slowly dissipated.

"Life is priceless."

"No!!!"

Seeing that his last hope was about to dissipate, Park Kwang-ha knelt and cried, and if the sacrifice failed, he would be killed. In the face of death, how could Park Kwang-ha still be as wise and powerful as he was in front of the public?

"Anything is fine, as long as it can keep me alive! By the way, I still have the March Group, I can sacrifice it!"

Gada.

The voice stopped abruptly, and Park Kwang-ha fell down with his eyes wide open as if his soul had been extracted

I feel that it is easy to get excited while writing, so I'd better speed up the process and finish it quickly.

It's uncomfortable. I feel so constrained when writing. My original style is to sacrifice Samsung, no, March Group, and let thousands of people die.