Chapter 279 The Evil Will of God

On the afternoon of April 17, the discussion in the Weird Game Forum further fermented, and the fire naturally burned the Jiuzhou Guild and Fu Jue.

[The Kyushu Guild has been concealing important information. What is its intention? I might as well have a conspiracy theory. Could it be that just like the federation deliberately suppressing news about vicious incidents, Kyushu also wants to establish a dictatorship of public opinion, blind the public, and let us be stupidly used as cannon fodder? 】

[When it comes to identity tags, I’m not sleepy anymore! Who on earth said that identity tags are useless? I was deceived. I didn't bind the identity card directly when I got it. Instead, I sold it to a player who claimed to have a collecting habit. By the way, that player is from Kyushu Guild. 】

[I have watched Fu Jue’s live broadcast, and I am 100% sure that he has definitely bound an identity tag! Although there was only one frame, I was still a fan of his at that time and edited it frame by frame, so I finally noticed it. The image on that card is of a man being crucified upside down, which is not simple to look at! 】

[I am a theoretical player, and recently I wanted to write a chronicle of weird games, so I specially collected list data from the past thirty-six years. Have you noticed that Fu Jue entered the game twenty-two years ago, but his face has not changed at all... is he still a human? 】

[As someone who writes novels, I would venture to guess that the weird game is similar to the "candidate game" in the novel "Thriller Paradise", where the purpose is to select new gods from potential players. The identity card may be related to the authority of the gods. Anyone who binds the identity card is qualified to become a god. I'm afraid Fu Jue's position is no longer with humans...]

[Tingfeng Guild comes out to be beaten! A group of bastards claim to know the inside story and cutting-edge intelligence, but when it comes to Gui Yi Ma Qin (homonymous pronunciation of identity cards) and no one says a word when asked, you are definitely the one who deceived everyone! 】

[It’s already 2034. Is there anyone who doesn’t know that Tingfeng and Jiuzhou wear the same pants? No way? No way? 】

The meddlesome players in the forum have wild imaginations, and the more they chat, the more outrageous they become. Various conspiracy theories and on-site monsters emerge in an endless stream, most of which are unfounded and alarmist.

Although there is some truth in it, most of it is fabricated and fabricated by people who are just worried about the world being unstable, turning the already complicated situation into a pot of muddy water.

However, the parties involved in the center of the whirlpool and the current guild, Fu Jue, Jiuzhou and Tingfeng, all seemed to be dead. They allowed the situation to ferment without anyone coming forward to respond.

…

In the pure black cube space, Fu Jue sat on a high-backed chair with a black and white chessboard in front of him.

A bloody shadow sat across from the chessboard, holding a black chess piece, and landed lightly on one of the squares.

Fu Jue held the white chess piece, but it seemed to be at a deadlock. He suddenly raised his eyes and said to Xuying: "You cheated."

"The uncaptured Chuqian is within the allowable range of the rules." Xuying said with a smile, "Since you dare to gamble with the gods as a mortal, you should have the consciousness to lose everything.

"Those who make the rules have always had the privilege of overstepping the rules. How can vested interests practice fairness within the favorable rules of the game? Have you never considered this?"

His long hair, long robe, and eyes as scarlet as blood were exactly the deed that should have been hung by vines in the Rose Manor.

At this moment, he sighed and looked at Fu Jue, his eyes half pitiful and half joking: "He has neither the ability to break the rules nor the awareness to be manipulated by the rules, but he still wants to benefit from the unfavorable rules of the game. I know you In all these years, I never knew you could afford to lose like this."

"But you are not the rule." Fu Jue put down the white chess piece and looked into Qi's eyes, "You are the guilty body exiled by the rules, and your body is also trapped in an unknown place. You can only shuttle in the game space with your form and shadow.

"After your cheating was exposed, all the chess pieces in that game were returned to their original positions, and you were warned by the rules. If it happens again, I believe your situation will be even worse."

When Qi heard this, the smile on his face became even wider, as if he had heard something interesting: "It can be seen that you have mastered the key evidence and established a connection with the rules. But do you really dare to go back again?

"That retreat only restored the life status of each chess piece, and the rest of the existence was not forced back to its original position. As a result, you obtained the divine corpse you dreamed of, and you lost one of His most important creations under the eyes of the rules. Bring out the game.

"Once again, the rules will not allow the corpse to be lost."

Fu Jue said calmly: "That is the bargaining chip between you and me. I have fulfilled the agreement, and the divine corpse is the price you pay."

"Really? I clearly remember that in the copy of "Hopeless Sea", the guy who took advantage of Poseidon's scepter being taken away and Poseidon to fall into weakness, took away his physical body and drove his spirit body into the scepter. He's your best friend.

"And... I forgot to tell you, I never intended to pay the price." Qi's shoulders trembled slightly, obviously harboring malice, "Haven't you heard that transaction terms that violate the rules are not protected by the rules? Ha ha ha ha!"

He laughed loudly as if he couldn't help it, and his figure became more and more blurred in the wanton laughter. Finally, at a certain moment, it shattered into bloody powder, splashed down like a shower, scattered into every corner of the space, and disappeared.

Fu Jue calmly looked at the void left behind the chessboard after Qi disappeared. He didn't show any emotion, only the silver-gray eyes reflected the faint light, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He sat quietly, motionless, until the number of single stay duration reached zero, then leaned back and disappeared into the game space.

…

The Beidu headquarters of the Weird Investigation Bureau is on the fifth underground floor. The silver-white alloy walls reflect the blazing light. Electronic screens full of technology are embedded in the walls, and data and analysis from various dimensions pop up in real time.

Holding several large books in his arms, Fu Jue walked through the maze-like corridor, passing the square lamps that emitted cold light. He stopped in the deepest elevator room and lightly pressed the down button.

The pupils are scanned, the verification is passed, and the elevator door opens.

Fu Jue walked in and pressed the only floor button in the elevator.

Everyone who enters this elevator is going to the same place, which is the sixth underground floor that only a few people have permission to enter, a "prison" dedicated to storing weird things related to gods.

Yes, almost all the weirdos there were once players who were all-powerful in the weird games.

Some of them were considered to be at risk of betraying and endangering humanity because they had established too close a connection with the gods; others, by chance, possessed part of the authority of the gods, but then joined Xiela or Tianping without a clear head. Wait for hostile forces.

——After being captured, they were all sent here.

The elevator door closed and the elevator began to descend. In the silence, only one person's breathing could be heard.

After fifteen steady breaths, the elevator stopped and the elevator door opened.

Fu Jue walked out, kept walking straight, and stood in front of the door at the bottom of the corridor on the sixth floor underground.

The electronic screen on the door meticulously displays information that would shock any player.

[Weird name: Poseidon Corpse]

[Type: God]

[Danger level: S-]

[Note: Possess the basic characteristics of a god-like existence, including immortality, pollution, assimilation, etc. It has a direct connection with the rules and can randomly cause the death of players; without a specific form, it can return to the weird game at any time.

[When leaving the dungeon, the soul of a human was fused for unknown reasons. The human being had a friendly attitude toward the Weird Investigation Bureau and the Kyushu Guild, and was willing to cooperate with the Bureau of Investigation to control the weird thing. Therefore, the risk level is slightly downgraded. 】

Fu Jue entered the password, scanned his pupils, and entered the room.

The field of vision was smeared in orange in a few seconds, and the huge thick yellow eyeballs were hung high on the top of the head, and the eyes were lowered with a dull look.

The sound of the waves washes over the ears, the salty smell of the ocean fills the nose, and the wind blows salt grains and gravel, arousing a subtle itching on the body surface.

The shadows of tentacles and fish were flying in the air, and grotesque and deformed fish bones were scattered around the feet. The moment they were stepped on, they collapsed into starry white fragments. When they moved away, they reassembled into another appearance.

This is not the true nature of the gods, but an extension of the strange pollution, which has been controlled to a level acceptable to humans after being blocked by layers of alloys and cement.

Fu Jue walked through the huge group of hallucinations and stood in front of a cement wall with only a glass window left.

Behind the cement wall are layers of gold, diamond and other substances that can effectively isolate strange substances. They are built inward for ten meters, like a huge tomb, burying the body of the god.

Various objects are neatly placed beside the cement wall, including Swiss Army knives, clocks, compasses, flashlights and other daily adventure supplies. The most numerous are pure white rings, grouped by two, three or even seven. arranged ground.

It's the team ring.

A long time ago, the Weird Investigation Bureau knew the technical key to bringing real-life artifacts into weird games.

That is, allowing those creations to be contaminated by the gods.

The step-by-step method is to store the creation within fifteen meters of the god's body for a month; the more radical method is to directly let the creation be infiltrated by the blood of the god.

The first batch of team rings from Jiuzhou and Tingfeng were soaked in divine blood.

After the urgent needs are solved, the first method can be used for sustainable development.

Fu Jue bent down slightly and placed the book in his hand on the floor.

The sea breeze blew his hair, and the translucent tentacles gently touched the surface of the books. The next second, all the books disappeared out of thin air.

Fu Jue straightened up and nodded to the being buried deep behind the wall: "These books are enough for you to read for seven days without using the power of the gods.

"I will come see you again in seven days, Lu Li."

…

On the other side, Liu Yuhan opened her eyes in the study-like game space.

She pushed open the door, entered the Ruins of the Sunset, and was transported to the foot of the stone tablet.

There are very few players wandering around the Ruins of the Sunset today, most of them are posting on the forum in real life.

Several players who were familiar with Liu Yuhan nodded at her. She smiled a little awkwardly, then moved her gaze back to the stone tablet and covered it with her hand.

Silver-white text popped up: [Would you like to spend one hundred points to check past records? 】

Liu Yuhan said word by word: "Check the last player to clear the copy of "Carnivore"."

Each record is updated simultaneously. Even if the player has not set a display nickname in the copy of the novice pool, once he becomes an official player and sets a nickname, the newly set nickname will still faithfully replace the asterisks in the previous records.

As long as the nickname is set, it will be clear at a glance who has cleared which copies.

[This query is a precise query and requires one thousand points. Do you want to continue querying? 】

In the past, one thousand points was not a big amount for Liu Yuhan.

But after signing the soul contract, Qisi has been controlling her points reserve to a value where she can neither die nor become a demon. Her financial conditions can be said to be tight.

Liu Yuhan looked at her points balance, adjusted her round glasses, and said, "Continue to check."

[Consume one thousand points to query the "last player who cleared the "Carnivore" copy" for you. 】

[The query result is: None]

Liu Yuhan's eyes widened.

What's going on? In a weird game, everything that exists must have traces. How come there is no record of a copy that has been cleared?

Is there a bug in the game, or was it deleted using some kind of prop? But why only delete this one?

"Yes, only one person has cleared the copy of "Carnivore". The person who cleared the level is clearly a massacre player and killed members of the Kyushu Guild.

"Although Lin Chen is unscrupulous and arrogant, he does not dare to directly confront the Jiuzhou Guild, so he deleted this record to prevent him from being wanted."

Liu Yuhan thought she had straightened out her logic, took out the Jiuzhou emblem from her pocket, and silently recited "Return to the guild headquarters."

She signed a [Soul Contract] with Qisi and could not be disadvantaged by Qisi, but Lin Chen and Qisi were not the same person, so her reporting Lin Chen should not be considered a violation of the contract.

As long as Jiuzhou notices Lin Chen, Qisi will either cut off his tail to survive and suffer heavy losses; or he will be implicated by Lin Chen and come into the sight of the Jiuzhou Guild...

The white light flashed past, and the surrounding scene changed rapidly. When it settled again, it was the interior of a great hall.

Liu Yuhan walked towards the left-behind staff sitting on the podium.

Before she could speak, the young man who was staying at the guild station to sort out documents raised his eyes and looked at her: "Sister Liu, you are here. There is one thing that you need to be mentally prepared for..."

Liu Yuhan noticed the young man's hesitant attitude and was slightly stunned. A bad premonition gradually formed in his heart.

She asked: "What's the matter?"

"Your former regular teammate Tang Yu... died in the dungeon."

This short sentence pierced into his mind like a bolt from the blue. Liu Yuhan froze in place, feeling as if she was deaf for a moment.

How could it be so sudden? She obviously received a snack delivery from that person the day before, and she was still eating the snacks that person gave her before entering the dungeon. How come... that person suddenly disappeared?

The young man opened and closed his lips and continued to state: "His death was quite special. His soul was stranded in the copy, so that the body in reality lost vital signs and there was no time to leave any words.

“The reason why we knew he was dead was because members Luo Haihua and Luo Jianhua’s live broadcast confirmed that they were in the same dungeon, and there was only one survivor in that dungeon, not any of them.

"We don't know what happened specifically, because except for the first day of the live broadcast, the screen was basically black for the next few days, and we could only see some writing on white paper...

"By the way, that copy is called "The Ghost"." (End of this chapter)