Strange game designer

"What future am I looking for?"

The sound of clock hands moving came from everywhere. Gao Ming seemed to sink into the long river of time. The past was constantly repeating, and the future was being reshaped again and again. Behind each clock on the wall seemed to be a different ending.

"The God of the Future has hidden all the futures it has collected in this room." As long as the woman spoke, a sound similar to cloth being torn would come from her body, and her perfect appearance gradually began to distort: ​​"The God died in the shadow world a long time ago. Its statue frantically collected various different futures, just to find a future in which it was not completely destroyed. But as long as the fate is still there, it is destined to be unable to be resurrected in the future, so it needs to find a future in which the fate is killed. Coincidentally, it found this possibility in one of your futures."

"Xuan Wen" told Gao Ming what she knew. After saying these taboo words, the ability given to it by the God of the Future gradually turned into a curse.

Gao Ming frowned as he glanced at the clock on the wall. The Future God had put almost all of his energy on him. He not only blinded his perception, but also used his parents to pass on the curse of the entire building to harm him.

At this moment, he could feel a vague call, but because of the full obstruction of the Future God, he couldn't be sure which clock it was.

"What will happen if you go wrong?" Gao Ming needed to find the only answer among countless choices.

"You may be trapped in it for a while, or you may be assimilated by that future and become..." The woman didn't continue to say anything. The consequence of a failed choice was to become like her, an accomplice and toy of the Future God.

A large cut appeared on the skin on her back. "Xuan Wen"'s skin was like a tattered piece of clothing. She could no longer maintain her appearance and would show her ugliest and truest side in front of Gao Ming.

Curling up, "Xuan Wen" was a little afraid that Gao Ming would see her current appearance. She wanted to speak to stop Gao Ming from looking back, but she soon found that her voice had also changed. It was no longer as gentle and pleasant as when she was with Xuan Wen, but turned into a hoarse ghost roar.

Gao Ming tacitly did not look back at Xuan Wen. His hand was placed on his chest. After integrating all the dead selves in the past, his will was not much different from the dead gods.

Footsteps were heard in the corridor outside the room. Not long after, the door of the hidden room was suddenly knocked!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Excuse me, is Gao Ming at your home? We are his parents. The child has not returned home yet, and the phone can't be reached. We are very worried about him!"

"Oh no!" The woman used her body to hold the door, and her pupils trembled with fear.

"Open the door, open the door! My child is missing! Is he in the house!"

"Gao Ming! Gao Ming, are you in there?"

"Open the door! Open the door!"

The door of the hidden room was shaking, and the skin of the woman, who looked like Xuan Wen, had slipped off, and her ugly body was tightly pressed against the door.

Hearing the voice behind him, Gao Ming was about to turn his head, but the woman yelled at him: "Don't come over! Go find your future!"

This voice had nothing to do with Xuan Wen, it was unpleasant to hear, but Gao Ming didn't think there was any problem.

In fact, he had known for a long time that the woman was not Xuan Wen, but he didn't say it.

"I saw a photo of you and your parents in your bedroom. If I succeed in killing the God of the Future, I will definitely reunite you." No longer pretending to be a false love, Gao Ming walked towards the depths of the house.

Normally, he would not be able to find the "answer" under the full interference of the God of the Future, but he didn't know what happened in a certain clock that was unexpected by both parties. Gao Ming felt that a familiar breath penetrated the layers of seals and was getting closer and closer to him.

Stopping, Gao Ming looked at the inconspicuous clock in the corner: "There is only one chance to choose, is it this?"

The knocking sound of the father and mother outside the door became more and more terrifying. "Xuan Wen" was almost unable to hold on. Next, she might be torn to pieces by the angry father and mother.

With narrowed eyes, Gao Ming made a choice. He did not abandon "Xuan Wen". He turned around and grabbed "Xuan Wen" who had become extremely ugly and terrible, dragged her, and rushed to the clock in the corner together.

The moment the two left, the door was smashed open by "Dad" and "Mom", and countless relatives covered with curses rushed into the house, but Gao Ming and "Xuan Wen" had disappeared.

Opening her eyes again, "Xuan Wen" looked down at her wrist in disbelief. The slender ghost hand full of bruises and curses was tightly grasped by Gao Ming.

She has now taken off Xuan Wen's skin and turned into her true appearance, but Gao Ming didn't care at all, just like before.

"Are you blind?" The woman already had the answer in her heart. Gao Ming had seen through everything a long time ago, but what she really didn't expect was that Gao Ming would actually save her at the last moment and bring her into his future.

Compared with the woman's fluctuating emotions, Gao Ming's expression was a little complicated. He was familiar with everything here. This was where he once rented.

He seemed to have returned to the rainy night of the Ghost Festival. This was his future and where everything started.

"My life is a repetitive death. The end of the future is indeed the starting point of the beginning."

Walking in the familiar corridor, Gao Ming didn't even need to deliberately identify the road. His body had already unconsciously moved towards the direction of home.

"The voice calling me is getting closer and closer. It seems to be crossing the city and the night, rushing towards me..."

Stopped at the door of his own house, Gao Ming looked at the door lock that was so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar. He habitually put his hand into his pocket, but the house key was gone.

A faint sound came from the house, and Gao Ming's eyes slowly changed. He slowly raised his hand and knocked on the door gently a few times.

Without speaking or any other reaction, Gao Ming just stared at the door nervously, and his ears carefully captured all the sounds inside the door.

There were messy footsteps in the house, as well as the sound of running and dragging heavy objects.

About a minute later, the door was opened.

The dim and warm light in the small house shone on Gao Ming through the crack of the door. He stared at the middle-aged couple living in his future home.

"Why are you back so late? Your mother has heated up the food several times. Hurry up and wash your hands and go to eat." The middle-aged man's words seemed to have been rehearsed many times, very fluent.

He asked Gao Ming to wash his hands, but the next moment, he saw the tall, ugly and terrifying female ghost following Gao Ming.