my soul doomsday

Chapter 2
Qin Ze really doesn't look like a normal person.

Because he lost his "mood"...or "soul".

This is a state that is difficult to articulate.

He knows what to like and what to dislike, but for him, there is not much difference between the two.

for example:

He likes to go to a breakfast shop on the street to buy a soy milk in the morning, but if you let him pour two bowls of boiled chili water raw in the morning and drink it all day long, he doesn't think it's wrong.

He likes food, but he can accept eating only pickles and rice for the rest of his life.

He knew it hurt, but he didn't care about it.There used to be senior students who blocked him on the way home from school, and even beat him up, but after a few days, those people found that Qin Ze hadn't changed anything except for some bruises on his body.

Not afraid, not dodging, not even having the temper to want to beat back after being beaten.

So that over time, no one is willing to talk to him, because he can't get any pleasure from him after the violence.

Qin Ze has such a personality, he feels that everything doesn't matter.

Even looking at the corpse close at hand, there were only formal screams.

There is no respect for life, no fear of death.He can kill people without any psychological burden, or rush into the fire to save people regardless of his own safety, of course, he can also stand by and watch all the time.

It was as if the needle in his heart was constantly turning, and before it stopped, no one knew what choice he would make.

Even Qin Ze himself didn't know.
Not because he has choice phobia, but because
He is just a shell.

The screaming around was still going on, everyone was terrified, but they were pulled by the curiosity in their hearts, unwilling to leave.

Qin Ze walked out of the crowd, took out a tissue and wiped the few drops of sticky stuff on his face.

Maybe it's blood, maybe it's brains, maybe it's bits of meat.

It doesn't matter.

He seemed to be more willing to think about that strange question than the corpse.

[Do you want to play a game called "My Soul Doomsday"? 】

Who is asking this question?

and also
Who is this question asking?

he's thinking about it
at this time!

Suddenly!Those two options appeared before his eyes again.

That's right!It was right in front of Qin Ze's eyes.
It didn't appear on the paper, it didn't appear in the phone, but it appeared in the void in front of his eyes very simply and unscrupulously.

But this time, behind each option, there is an extra set of numbers

Option 23: The number that follows is 【[-]】

Option 25: The number that does not want to follow is 【[-]】

Qin Ze stared at these two sets of numbers, completely unaware of what they meant.

But subconsciously, he turned his attention to [Option [-]].

There's no particular reason, it's just that the number that follows this option is relatively large.

Then, a few more lines appeared.

【You chose option [-]: Don't want to】

[Only the message with the most likes will be displayed for you here]

【Selecting】

[The comment with the most likes comes from "Sand Sculpture Readers Are Happy"]

[The content is: If you don’t want to, I’ll have a look. If you really choose not to, how will the author come back?]

Qin Ze frowned and stood where he was.

"What the hell is this?"

Readers...authors...options...and the numbers after the options...and the message from "Sand Sculpture Readers Are More Joyful"
These inexplicable things quickly circled in his mind.

However, Qin Ze is just emotional, not stupid. In fact, just because he has no emotion, it makes it easier for him to accept things beyond common sense.

So soon, he came up with an idea that made ordinary people dumbfounded.

"Could it be... I'm in a book?"

At this point in his thoughts, he raised his head and looked at the top of his head. Among the tall buildings, there was only a small piece of sky left.

He squinted his eyes, as if he wanted to see through the gradually dimming sunset, and meet pairs of eyes beyond the sky.

However, he saw nothing except the occasional passing bird.

He looked up like this for a long time, until his neck became stiff, and he finally lowered his head.

In fact, Qin Ze felt that his idea was really weird and secondary.

But even if he was really in the book, so what.

Even if he was really among the clouds and saw a huge eyeball looking down at him, so what.

He won't panic, he won't scream, and nine times out of ten he'll just go home, eat, sleep, as usual.

There is no difference from usual.

As for the game called "My Soul Doomsday".

If you don't play, don't play, anyway, someone has already made a choice for him.

So, everything was as usual, and there was still that ordinary figure on the ordinary street.

……

The city where Qin Ze lives is located in the north, and the time of dusk is very short. After ten minutes, the brilliant sunset has burned out, and the night wind has turned cold.

All the cities in the federation are almost the same. The night is always so colorful, and the dazzling neon is desperately trying to make the darkness more beautiful, but after all, there are places where the light cannot reach.

It's like no matter how magnificent the building is, there will always be a few dirty alleys behind it.

Sometimes, Qin Ze felt that the Federation under the night looked like an old man dying of cancer, but someone wanted to put him in gorgeous clothes.

Glamorous waiting to die.

The place where he lives is such a small street, curled up in the shadows behind the gorgeous lights, the trash cans are only cleaned once a month, the stray cats are not afraid of people, and even show their fangs unscrupulously at pedestrians.

He walks in the dark...

Suddenly, a person blocked his way head-on.

With the faint light, Qin Ze could see his sunken eye sockets, withered figure, and a gleaming knife in his hand.

"Brother, borrow some money."

As the man spoke, he walked up to Qin Ze and pushed him against the wall.

The movements were not hidden at all, obviously, it was determined that no one would pass by during this period of time.

In fact, even if someone passed by, they would not meddle in their own business.

The man didn't wait for Qin Ze to speak, he tore off his schoolbag viciously, dumped all the books on the ground with a clatter, and pulled them with his feet.

After finding that there was nothing valuable inside, he viciously pressed the knife against Qin Ze's face.

"Brat! Take out the money!"

The man looked very depressed, probably trying to snatch someone back home from get off work, but it didn't work out, and he only met one student.

Qin Ze was expressionless...

In fact, he has 200 yuan in his left pocket, but this is the last money he has left for this month. He has earned it through hard work. If he is robbed, he will not even be able to afford food.

So what to do?

Qin Ze thought about it, but he knew that he couldn't come up with the answer at all.

Sometimes, he even felt that it would be nice if something could make choices for him.

And at this moment, suddenly!
A few lines of writing appeared in front of his eyes!

[You have met a robber, how should you deal with it? 】

[Option [-]: If someone has a knife, admit it]

[Option [-]: Afraid of an egg, isn’t it just a knife, grab the blade with your bare hands]

[Option [-]: This guy must be out of his wits. Lie to him that he has no money, and he will surely pass.]

　Don't worry, the express delivery has been slow recently, the contract has not yet arrived, and the signing status has not changed.

　　Should be done in a few days.

　　Everyone take your time.

　　Also, can you guys save some moths, there is no game article, the protagonist refuses to play the game, and let no one write it!
　　Isn't this equivalent to a love story, and the protagonist turns out to be a g!
　　(pat the table)

　　At least play around after entering the game!

　　Another ticket.
　　Oh, it doesn't seem like you can't vote without a contract.

　　Forget it~mua~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)