Strange game designer

Faith is the basis of what is hoped for and the evidence of what is not seen.

Gao Ming thought that if he did not touch those turbid and dirty thoughts, he could pass through this memory safely. But soon he discovered a problem. Those turbid and dirty thoughts did not belong to the future gods, but came from those living people who were tortured by fate.

For those who cannot change their fate, faith and gods have become their safe haven. This is not an excuse to escape, but a self-persuasion under desperation.

The more those thoughts are integrated, the more karma and desires of all beings gather. Gao Ming's sight is gradually no longer limited to this haunted house. The eyes of every believer are his eyes.

At this moment, Gao Ming found that he was not in reality. This was a village built deep in the shadows. Except for some places near the village, negative emotions from the real world were deposited everywhere. Various strange things were born in it, and the earth was wrapped in a long-lasting thick fog.

There are old and dilapidated buildings everywhere. There are no stars, moons or sun in the sky. There are only huge ruins suspended in the sky and temples of fierce gods that exude oppression. Only at noon on the day of the month when the yang energy is the strongest, the villagers living here can see their sun - that is the real world reflected on the other side of the sky, where there is light and warmth, and even at night it is brightly lit. There are no negative emotions that accumulate and linger there. The whole world is wrapped in kindness, and the deepest despair falls into the shadows.

People in the village are eager to go to the world on the other side of the sky, but compared to this unattainable dream, it is more realistic to live until tomorrow.

"The future god was born in the gathering place of living people in the shadow world?"

The clay sculpture on the altar is smiling. It has integrated too many thoughts and manipulated believers to realize their wishes in their own way.

Gao Ming did not choose to confront the clay sculpture head-on. After seeing this shadow world full of despair, he had a great fluctuation in his heart. He was thinking about a question. If the world on the other side of the sky is really dragged into the shadow world and the two are merged together, is it really good?

When fighting with other clay sculptures before, Gao Ming had seen nine blood cities in the shadow world. Each of the endless blood-colored cities connected to the sky had a master, and each of them seemed to have different ideas.

Some people wanted to merge reality and the shadow world, and share despair and pain; some people tried to keep reality worry-free and tried their best to maintain the status quo; others were more radical, ready to throw all despair and negative emotions into reality, so that the situation of the shadow world and reality would be reversed.

Everyone's perspective on things was determined by their own growth experience. They all thought they were doing the right thing, and the others in the blood city were just being dragged forward.

As for this small village protected by the future god, it didn't even have the qualifications to speak out. It was already very difficult for the living people gathered here to survive.

"The living people in the shadow world..."

Despair was deposited in the shadow world, new evil spirits appeared every day, and poor people who were crazy could be seen everywhere.

This was the first time Gao Ming looked at the shadow world from this perspective. It was like a patient with abscesses all over his body. He was tortured to madness by despair, but he instinctively struggled to survive and didn't want to die.

This world is like every living person living on this land.

However, unlike the shadow world, those living people at least have faith to rely on. The future god is the hope that supports everyone in this small village to survive. The longing for the future from the bottom of his heart has become the source of power for the future god.

Gao Ming also discovered this. The more wishes he fulfilled, the stronger his will power was, so he could change his fate more easily.

Will accommodates billions of thoughts. Gao Ming and the future god appeared in the haunted house. The only difference is that they realized their wishes in a completely different way. Gao Ming did not use killing and cursing to end hatred rudely, because this would bring new hatred. He used his will to bear resentment and pain in exchange for a trace of clarity from the believers, allowing them to gradually adapt to shadows and disasters.

The believers of Gao Ming did not fight for the limited shelter in the village. He guided the courage and wisdom deep in the hearts of the living, summarized the dangers and rules in the depths of the shadows, and at the cost of a large number of deaths and injuries, some believers were successfully branded with ghost patterns.

Gao Ming, who knew the nature of the future god, or the nature of humanity, did not let the believers open up new villages and towns at the first time, but let them strengthen themselves as much as possible, and persuade those disobedient wanderers after they had absolute strength.

The believers in the village gradually divided into two factions. One was the believers of Gao Ming. They were fewer in number and had strong reason. Although they retained their humanity in their hearts, their bodies were constantly alienated because of the ghost patterns, so their appearance was hideous and terrifying.

The other faction was the believers of the future god. They were numerous and prayed for miracles every day. They constantly dedicated their faith to the clay sculpture, hoping to exchange for hope for tomorrow.

The contradiction between the two sides continued to deepen over time, and as a result, a fierce conflict broke out. The haunted house was smashed, and a large number of believers died. In the end, the believers of Gao Ming occupied the village, and the believers of the future god left here with the clay sculpture.

Without the interference of the future god, Gao Ming felt much more relaxed. He seemed to have completely entered into the perspective of God. He expanded the village, attracted wanderers, and was willing to accept ghosts. Gradually, this village became an outlier in the shadow world.

Ghost patterns are branded on people, and the humanity in ghosts' hearts slowly returns. Gao Ming is not the lord of the Blood City, but the villages and towns covered by his will are developing step by step.

Gao Ming has no way to change the despair of the whole world. He just wants to make himself a ray of hope. Perhaps doing so can attract more people who may have hope, and this should be the meaning of the existence of the Future God.

The population doubled rapidly, and Gao Ming suffered more and more curses and karma. There were mottled holes in his will. What made him even more uneasy was that somewhere in the depths of the shadows, the will of the Future God was growing. It kept squeezing faith to strengthen itself, and its aura was getting closer and closer to the Future God in Changcheng Community!

Years are like songs that can never be finished. The villages and towns covered by Gao Ming's will have become cities. Although they are not as spectacular as the Blood City, they have also become one of the recognized shelters in the shadow world. The subjects even built an eternal fire source similar to an artificial sun in the city.

Hope blooms in the shadow world, but the high will that has endured too many curses and karma has become dilapidated. It was originally as sharp as a knife, but now it is like a piece of muddy rag. He is trying his best to fight against the ominousness on his body. He has not opened his eyes for a long time.

The long river of memory flows slowly until another river converges. The will of the future god that has been nurtured to the extreme begins to appear around the city. Over the years, it has attracted countless believers and finally repaired the broken will.

"It's time to end this dream..."