Chapter 359 Appetite

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On the dark background, a series of scarlet garbled codes refreshed, and a series of error reports sounded for a while, and suddenly jammed.

The system interface disappeared, including the prop bar and identity card. The icons turned into real objects, emerging one by one in the darkness deep in the mind hall, and could be called up at any time with the mind.

In the game space, Qi Si opened his eyes on the high-backed chair built of marble, and his blood-red eyes met the scarlet eyes on the ceiling mural, and the dark temple suddenly glowed with colorful brilliance.

The scattered gravel on the ground slowly flew up and gathered into the shape of tables and chairs under the throne, and the flying dust filled the gaps and cracks one by one.

The rust on the long bronze table was washed away, and the shiny surface reflected a cold green light. The scratched tabletop was smooth again, as if it had just been forged.

The exquisitely carved copper candlesticks gradually appeared from both sides of the chairs, spreading all the way to the bronze door, and then continued to extend to the walls on both sides.

The candlesticks were densely packed with candles, and the orange-red candlelight was scattered. In the light and shadow that were connected, the red shrine, the black ark of the covenant and the white altar were sometimes separated, sometimes overlapped, and the colors were mixed into a ball and then scattered into bright spots of light.

New virtual images resurrected from the candlelight. Furnishings from different eras, races, and religions gathered together in the phantom created by light. Men, women, young and old, in different costumes came and went. At a certain moment, they all turned their heads to face Qis, or put their hands together, or knelt down and kowtowed...

They were praying, praying to the gods in the sky, to the bishop who presided over the mass, to the weird, to the evil, to all the great existences that could satisfy their wishes.

Wild ghosts in the mountains, evil spirits in the forest, wild evil gods, cardinals... Thousands of faces appeared on Qis's face, countless figures gathered on Qis's body, they merged into a part of him, or in other words - they were originally his division.

So all prayers were directed to Qis, whispering, shouting at the top of their lungs, doubtful, pious and solemn.

"God, can you cure grandma's illness? I can burn incense for you every day!" A tender child's voice.

"Let my mother go quickly. She can't get out of bed. She suffers, and we suffer too..." A tired female voice.

"Hungry... We are so hungry... We want to eat..." A weak moan.

"Lord, if you are really omniscient and omnipotent, please punish those liars who distort your will and wantonly make money." A resounding male voice.

"God, I'm here again. If I don't pass the Spring Examination this time, I won't be able to come..." An old voice.

Thoughts and voices from all time and space, all regions, and all existences surged in my ears, and it became difficult to distinguish the details. In front of my eyes, there were colorful streams of light.

After losing the isolation of the copy, the sound and brilliance of the world were so naked, no longer incarnated into strange souls, no longer NPCs fabricated out of thin air, but living people one by one.

Qi Si listened attentively at first, and the sounds, lights and colors danced around him. Emotions that did not belong to him rose and fell one after another, reaching a certain peak and returning to indistinguishable noise.

He gradually couldn't listen any more. He felt irritated and disgusted. He looked down indifferently and saw the children in front of the sickbed, the starving people on the cracked earth, the martyrs on the stake...

They were all praying for his mercy and hoping to get his help, but why? Why did he save them just because they were pitiful, innocent and pious?

There were too many pitiful people. Who should he save and who shouldn't he save? If he saved everyone from suffering, who would be the sacrifice on the altar of the world?

God doesn't love the world, he has no mercy, no sympathy, no other feelings in his heart, he doesn't want to listen to those voices anymore, they are too noisy.

The Seagod's Scepter stood upright on the left hand side. A streak of scarlet blood swam in the milky white halo, and it spread in all directions at a speed visible to the naked eye, smearing the white scepter with bright red blood.

Qis raised his hand and held the scepter. The power flowing in his body and the symbol of the godhood seemed to resonate in a higher dimension. He began to understand how to control those powers, how to deal with the world and sentient beings under the rules, and how to... be a god.

He pressed down the scepter slightly, and all the prayers were blocked outside. The world became quiet, and the phantoms of all people and things in the temple disappeared, leaving only two rows of flickering candles and a long bronze table that served as a shrine and an offering table.

Qis leaned on the bronze throne, and the last trace of emotion calmed down into a lake, and his vision was clear as a mirror.

He quietly looked at the newly renovated temple, his eyes swept over the closed bronze door and the repainted murals on the side.

The mottled stains were wiped off, the broken patterns were reassembled, and the blanks were filled, but the exact meaning could not be read. The picture was hidden in the surging gray fog, like a sunken ship sealed by an invisible object at the bottom of the sea.

Qi Si held his chin with his hand and stared at the mural silently for a long time, as if he was dozing or in a trance.

He suddenly felt very hungry, and the sense of lack surged from the depths of his soul, urging him to swallow something. The fullness of the stomach could not fill that hunger, and the food he needed to eat did not need the stomach to hold it.

He felt very empty, as if every inch of his bones, muscles, and blood had been eaten away, and all he was walking about was a skin. He needs to be filled or he will fall apart when the wind blows.

He turned his head and looked at the life-size mirror on his right. In the mirror, he was wearing a robe as bright as blood, and his face was so delicate that it was breathtaking. He was exactly the same as Qi's image.

He smiled, naturally knowing what to do next, and stepped into the mirror.

In Rose Manor, the heavy rain has stopped. Under the gray-purple cloudy sky, the spire castle with twisted vines stands eerily.

Qisi pushed open the door and walked in, looking at the figure with long red hair lying among the rose bushes, grinning: "Qi, is there anything else you want to tell me at the end?"

Qi opened his eyes and said with a smile in his voice: "It seems that you successfully got what you wanted, and you have developed greater ambitions."

His bone-white left arm was slightly raised, making a beckoning gesture: "Now that you are hungry and want to eat me and gain full contract rights, why don't you come forward?"

"Why should I step forward?" Qisi pulled a stool from the vines, swept away the dust, and sat down two steps away from Qi.

He looked directly into Qi's eyes and asked in a casual tone: "You have been waiting for this day since you brought me into the game, right?"

Qi sighed: "This is obvious. After all, you are me and I am you. Your future is my past. I naturally know your and my destiny."

"I don't believe you." Chiss said with a smile, "If you are really me, you should know that I will not believe in any existence other than myself, whether it is my past self or my future self.

"The final dungeon is about to be opened. Fu Jue told me the news. What do you think this is? Hedging your bets, hedging your risks?"

"There are no permanent enemies, just like there are no permanent friends. I need someone who can help me do something." Qi said calmly, paused, and then asked, "He is indeed very powerful, and he will be your competition for the crown." Are you afraid of the powerful opponent?”

"Don't be afraid, games with opponents are fun, aren't they?" Qisi looked at Qi and licked his lips, "Listen to what you mean, even if I become a god, Fu Jue will still be able to deal with me?"

Qi nodded: "Under the rules, gods and humans are all living beings, and there is not much difference. And the rules are gradually taking back their authority. The apocalypse after the end of the world needs remnants and prophets, and it needs a new god."

"I understand, the referee is unfair and the rules of the game are not good for me." Zis stood up and laughed, "So I want to break the rules and break out of the old system where I can't take advantage."

He swallowed and smelled the sweet aroma. The source of the aroma seemed to be jade dew and nectar that could satisfy any fantasy about food in existence.

The forms in front of you turned into bright colors, composed of various tastes and fragrances; your reason was tempted and was on the verge of breaking; every inch of your soul screamed for hunger, wanting to drink up that beautiful food.

Food is the most primitive need of almost all species and is closely linked to survival. At this moment, all the foreign objects were swept away, and Qiss knew what he wanted more clearly than ever before——

He wanted to take the contract.

Qi chuckled: "I have to say that the design of the rules is very original in many places. The literal meaning of eating is very bloody, but it is also very real."

Qisi walked over step by step, stretched out his hand to touch, and this time he actually touched an entity. It felt like a viscous liquid, which reminded him of the divine meat he had seen in Su's Village.

He tilted his head: "You seem to be ready to be eaten by me. I never knew that you are a God who sacrifices himself for others."

Qi grinned and showed his white teeth: "Because I also want to eat you. Before the authority can be recovered, it needs to be aggregated, and the final copy needs the contract authority to be restored to integrity."

He bit Qisi's outstretched arm, and Qisi bit his neck. The flowing invisible substance poured into his mouth, not passing through the limbs and bones, but directly pouring into the vacancy of the soul, but it brought a sensation to the stomach. A feeling of fulfillment.

Consciousness connected into the sea, Qisi asked: "You dragged me into the game just to hand over the contract authority to me and then eat me, with your left hand instead of your right?"

Qi said: "No matter what, the outcome will be that 'you' eat 'me', and all the power of the contract is in 'you' hands."

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Qisi suddenly realized: "You don't want to use my shell to regain your freedom, do you?"

Qi let out bursts of laughter: "If you are scared, stop here. I can still send you out of the game now."

Qisi also laughed out loud: "Your Majesty God, you might as well make a final bet on whether it will be you or me who wakes up in my shell."

Eating continued, and the left half of Qi's body began to turn into a skeleton from his left arm, which had become a bone, along the shoulder to the waist. The flesh and blood of Qisi's right arm was draining away, and the white frame was exposed, glistening like glass.

The ancient dim yellow sky and the golden river flashed across Qis's eyes. A huge skull walked on the devastated land and fell under the World Tree, dripping golden blood.

The boy in red walked among the people wearing animal skins, smiling and teaching them how to make fire and hunt, and casually killed the fools who couldn't learn how. People knelt down and kowtowed in fear, and He laughed. Those people mistakenly thought that they were pleasing the gods, so they organized sacrifices based on this.

The boy grew up to be a young man, and he appeared in every corner of the world. He talked with all kinds of people with a deceptive smile, traded with them, and signed contracts, but the ending was often bad...

Qis realized that he was accepting Qi's memory, or Qi's memory was polluting his mind.

The information of tens of millions of years poured into his mind, which was too complicated compared to the memory of twenty-two years. Everything called "Qis" was drifting like a small boat on the sea.

The chirping of insects in the countryside, the people in the market, the smoke of war... countless scenes and characters from different eras were staged at the same time. Qis saw the conspiracy of the gods and the construction of the strange game.

Qis sat on the main seat, and the gods traveled between the worlds. When the strange game came thirty-six years ago, the picture stopped abruptly.

At the same time, Qis felt that he was losing something. The right half of his body below the shoulder had already ossified. He suddenly felt very cold, so cold that his thoughts were stagnant and his heart was empty.

A voice told him to eat more, and he would not be cold after eating.

So he continued to eat.

The speed of the disappearance of flesh and blood was getting faster and faster, and the red leaves on the trees at the bottom of the Hall of Thought switched between scarlet and gilded.

The left half of Qi's body had disappeared, just like the right half of Qis's body. He suddenly let go of Qis's hand, as if he had lost the last fulcrum, and the remaining half of his flesh and blood instantly scattered into light spots and flew towards Qis.

Qis's lost part was filled with flesh and blood again, and more extensive information and more trivial thoughts came crashing down.

He saw Qi who descended in front of the two armies, Qi who sat high in the ruined temple in the mountain village, Qi who was enshrined in the shrine, and... himself surrounded by monsters.

He heard the voices of those believers again, but this time they were sharp and resentful.

"Is this god blind? Why does he let good people die so painfully?"

"Fake, all fake! What's the use of this clay and stone god?"

"God doesn't love the world..."

The black smoke weaved in the crowd and scattered into every corner, making it difficult to find. The sins of believers who have not received rewards have never been taken back by God.

Qis found that his body had recovered, but he lowered his eyes and saw Qi's face in the reflection of the table. Then he looked at it again and it was clearly himself.

He still remembered that he was the second generation of gods created by the rules, and he obtained authority from the bones of the ancestors, traded with the world, and brought disasters or blessings.

He walked in the world, aimlessly accumulating sins, but after ten thousand years, he found that the rules were about to eat him, just like they had treated the ancestors.

He was unwilling to perish, so he created a weird game with the gods, sending players to the table of rules, delaying death, and seeking ways to fight against the rules.

In his first attempt twenty-two years ago, he failed and was punished and imprisoned by the rules. Fortunately, he put his avatar into reality in time and was able to start the second round of the game.

Not long ago, he entered the weird game as a newcomer Qis, starting from "Rose Manor" and going all the way to the "Beware of Rabbit" copy, grabbing the reserved divine power and ascending to the throne of God again.

Then... who is Qi?

Qis leaned down, looked at the skull with only the head left in front of him, and said with a smile: "I'm curious whether I won the bet. I can't tell for a moment, you may know more."

Qi had a smile on his face, and did not answer, but picked up a rose and stuffed it into his hand: "Your Excellency God, I heard that God will fulfill the wishes of the most devout believers. My wish is to plant roses all over the world. Can you fulfill my wish?"

The wind and rain started again outside the castle, and the strong wind blew into the doorway, blowing away the last flesh and blood of the skull. A field of dry bones was scattered among the vines, and the roses were in full bloom, bright and dazzling.

Qis walked out of the castle with the rose, and the rain automatically turned around, the sky and the earth turned upside down, and the water drops rose from the ground and flew to the upside-down lake in the sky.

He returned to the temple, sat on the throne, and waved the scepter of the sea god.

Golden light particles fluttered up and flew over every inch of the wall, devouring the gray fog that covered the murals, revealing the image of the creation myth.

Amid the repeated mythological phantoms, a cold electronic voice recited in my ears:

[Respected Lord, welcome back to the weird game]