Strange game designer

The wound was torn open, blood and flesh were surging, and Gao Ming, the most ordinary man, held on and did not fall down. He did not have the strongest body, nor the smartest mind. He had nothing to do with bravery, nor did he have any noble character. He was just the most inconspicuous one in the crowd.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

Tears flowed out of his eyes, and his gums were bleeding. He had reached his limit, but what surprised him was that he still did not fall down.

"I can still go forward, and I can go one step forward."

Dragging blood and curses, he went against the gaze of the "god" and tightly grasped the throat of the statue.

"I don't think I can do anything great. I'm just the most ordinary one, but, but... I seem to be able to go forward!"

The platform was not far away, and the car of fate was heading towards the platform. The headlights penetrated the night and illuminated the bloody road behind Gao Ming.

There is no right or wrong in the choices made in the past. The dead Gao Ming may be more trustworthy than the living Gao Ming, but they did not reach the future after all. They used their bodies to build Gao Ming's past and paved the way for him in the present.

The wrong Gao Mings are like the human bricks in Hande Private College. Those students used their souls and wills to help Principal Yan Xizhi become a dream ghost. Now this moment seems to reappear that scene, but Gao Ming, who was born alone, has no one to accompany and help him. He used his own death again and again to build a non-existent road.

Yan Xizhi and the teachers and students of Hande Private College have become a whole, but their wills still have flaws and cracks, but Gao Ming does not have this situation at all. Every human brick he uses to change his destiny is a self.

He is his own believer and his own belief.

"It's not why we chose you, but that you eventually became who you are now." In order to prevent the statue of the past from continuing to extract his memory, the kind Gao Ming directly burned his soul. His voice spread far away, and other Gao Mings slowly made the same choice. Starlight and flames illuminated the last section of the road for the most ordinary Gao Ming.

It is not bright, nor does it bring warmth, but as long as life continues, this ray of light will shine on his path.

Ghosts roared in the darkness, and all kinds of unknown monsters wanted to tear Gao Ming apart. The wounds on his body shed black and smelly blood because of the curse of the gods, but he, the most ordinary man, endured it all.

Fear, pain, despair, everything was thrown behind his mind, and he ran in the light.

The bus in his memory drove towards the platform, and the light from the headlights finally fell on Gao Ming.

The darkness was dispelled, and the shadows howled and retreated. Gao Ming seemed to see a dark tunnel in a trance, with countless of himself embedded in the tunnel.

"I once had kindness and happiness. I left everything in the past in the darkness, and finally got this opportunity to change!"

His heart beat heavily, and Gao Ming's faces emerged from the memories of death buried in his heart. He died tragically in the past and tried his best to show a gentle expression. The pain that was once untouchable was completely integrated into Gao Ming's heart and soul.

At this moment, Gao Ming's soul underwent a qualitative change. Strange patterns similar to the "Past Divine Pattern" appeared on his heart. Those patterns were like slightly bulging blood vessels, running through the two strange rules of the past and death.

Blood vessels burst out on the back of the hand pinching the clay sculpture's neck. The will of ordinary Gao Ming and the pressure of the gods collided with each other. The entire Xiangshengyong Apartment complex seemed to turn into a ghost mountain pressing towards him. He was alone, but when he raised his hand, countless past selves held up his body.

Taking the last step, ordinary Gao Ming stepped out of the community, and the death of Xiangshengyong Apartment was broken! The clay sculpture in his hand seemed to have lost all its divine power and became ordinary and fragile.

Looking back, all the Gao Mings who ignited flesh and blood were slowly swallowed up by darkness and shadows. They were buried in the past, just like they died again and again, buried in a place that no one knew except Gao Ming.

With five fingers exerting force, the blood-stained hand smashed the statue of the past. In an instant, the night seemed to be reversed, and endless shadows exploded in Xiangshengyong Apartment.

All the ghosts in the community wept and wailed, and blood rained in the dead realm, as if the shadow world was also crying.

As the dust fell and the statue of the past god was torn into pieces, the divine pattern that originally belonged to the past god on Gao Ming's body was replaced by a newly born strange pattern, and it seemed that a big lock in his heart was smashed open.

All the memories came like a tide, and the ordinary Gao Ming stood alone in the dark night.

"I... remembered it."

Gao Ming's most extraordinary life was created by the most ordinary Gao Ming.

The memory of death merged into his mind again and again, and Gao Ming's soul was engraved with his own divine pattern, which covered three different strange rules of flesh and blood, past and death.

The big ghost is divided into four levels: ordinary, with a resentful house, and the resentful house can reproduce nightmares and dream ghosts. It is extremely difficult to break through each level. In the past, Gao Ming and the flesh and blood fairy stayed at the stage of being able to reproduce nightmares, but when Gao Ming reconciled with all the tragic deaths in the past, he seemed to touch something new.

“Kindness, flesh and blood, madness…it turns out that I have lost so much of myself along the way.” Gao Ming successfully brought the statue of the past out of the community and destroyed it, but he did not choose to escape from the abnormal event. Instead, he looked at the bloody road he had taken.

An ordinary high school student became the most dangerous ghost story game designer in the vast sea. Only he himself knows what he has experienced.

"The heart of the gods has returned. It's time to take back my heart of flesh and blood." Gao Ming is still wearing a school uniform, but his tone and expression are completely different from before. Disguise, manipulation, conquest, pleasure, revenge, greed, he can't simply be evaluated as good or bad. The most appropriate word to describe him is dangerous.

"Kill the past and then slaughter the future, so that I can completely control the present."

In the previous game, Gao Ming was suppressed by two gods, but he also left himself a way out. As long as one Gao Ming can leave the community and get rid of the control of the past gods, the memory may return. So even if each Gao Ming's life is different, their last diary mentions the same thing.

Pushing open the dilapidated iron gate of Xiangshengyong Apartment Group, Gao Ming once again entered the darkness shrouded by shadows. He was engraved with a brand new past god pattern. The ghosts stared at by his left eye trembled and wanted to pounce on him, but they were afraid.

"Before I kill the 'God of the Future', I still can't completely replace the 'God of the Past' and command the alienated residents in the apartment complex. But they don't seem to dare to attack me."