Infinite weird games

Qisi had an unchanging smile, but his eyes were cold: "Why can't you come out?"

The voice inside the door chuckled: "Because you want to pass the level, and the key to passing the level is with me."

"Clearance"? Qisi caught the key word and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Generally speaking, dungeon NPCs will not know this clearly unless...

"You're not an NPC?" Qiss asked.

The voice smiled and said two words: "Guess."

"..."

Ziss, who had never answered a multiple-choice question correctly, had no intention of guessing.

He held the body in front of him as a shield and stepped into the door step by step.

Behind the door is a huge temple. The light is dim and the corners are shrouded in shadow, making it difficult to see the details.

There are messy lines painted on the old walls, which seem to be murals telling mythical stories. However, for some reason, when you look at them, you can't see what they are painted on, as if they have been erased by some high-dimensional force. meaning.

A pair of scarlet eyes were inlaid on the ceiling above the head, looking down at the entire temple. The thin red light and shadow cast by them enveloped everyone and everything, creating a bloodthirsty atmosphere out of thin air.

There is a high-backed chair in the center of the temple. Sitting on it is a young man who looks exactly like him. He is yawning and speaking in a lazy tone: "Did you bring the key? Give it to me."

Qiss noticed that the young man in front of him had sharp features. The white shirt he was wearing was the same as before he entered the dungeon, and there was no number on the cuffs.

——No matter from any angle, this person is more like a real person than he is.

The inhuman face he saw in the mirror once again flashed before his eyes, and Ziss remembered the name of the copy.

Dialectical game, what is dialectics? Defend the self, defend the id, defend the superego, defend existence...

The attitude of the researchers and the profile of Jin Yusheng negated his social identity as a "Qisi".

After seeing his appearance, he self-denied his natural identity as a human "Zis" and wanted to exist as a clone with peace of mind.

Later, he realized in time that he was still in the copy and picked up the identity of "Qiss" again, but soon he found the bodies of eight "Qiss".

He was never the most special one, but he had a survival instinct in every one of them.

He never cared about whether he was the real "Zis", but in order to leave the dungeon as a player, he had to hold on to the identity of "Zis".

All the thoughts flew through his mind, and then the creature narrowed his eyes and smiled half-heartedly: "This institute is too cold and boring. I don't want to spend the rest of my life here at all - the real world is more interesting."

The reclining young man sat up straighter and made the same expression as him: "I think so too, so when I designed this institute, I added some easter eggs. If you can escape, maybe you can See."

Qisi clicked the meaning behind the words and asked with interest: "Who are you?"

The young man asked, "Then who do you think you are?"

Chiss estimated the path and distance of the attack in his heart, and said with a smile on his face: "I can be anyone, but in this situation, I think it is better for me to be 'Chiss'."

"It seems you already know." The young man also smiled, stood up from the high-backed chair, and walked towards him step by step.

That familiar yet unfamiliar face looked at him condescendingly, with a look that seemed pity but also teasing: "Then I can only regretfully tell you that I am the real Qiss, and you are my copy."

"Only the winner is qualified to define everyone's identity, isn't it?" Qiss had already completed his calculations as he spoke. He pushed the body in his hand towards the young man, rushed over in a few steps, and raised his elbow to hit the side of the latter's neck. .

The young man in front of him smiled sarcastically, as if he had expected it. He sided away from the corpse and raised his right arm in the same posture as him, but there was a touch of silver light on his fingertips.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the silver bracelet on the other person's wrist, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Yes, weapons, he lacks weapons...

From beginning to end, the planners never gave him a chance to obtain weapons...

The young man's eyebrows were curved and his tone was joking: "Only Qiss can plot against Qiss. I say this, does it make you feel better?"

In other games of the same level, any slight difference in details may become the key to victory or defeat.

It's never a fair game. In the game between oneself and oneself, the one with the first mover advantage cannot leave any loopholes or room for failure...

"It does feel less uncomfortable," he said, "but the feeling of being clearly calculated is still unpleasant."

The cold fingertips flew to the side of the neck, and the young man holding the knife showed a gentle smile: "If you are not happy, then just die."

A knife-like sting came from the contact point, and warm liquid splashed out, taking away the energy and heat from the whole body.

The feeling of powerlessness and coldness swept through the whole body densely, dragging the person from head to toe into the abyss of nothingness.

It was clearly a desperate situation, but he was uncharacteristically cheerful.

The unique experience of death was pleasurable, and the fun of learning the truth outweighed the value of life itself. He was so excited that he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't even move the corners of his mouth.

So, he could only fall forward with full regret and embrace death.

…

If two rational individuals with exactly the same physical conditions want to decide the winner, they can only make a fuss about the amount of information, weapons and equipment, and the rules of priority - this is also the basis for planning this unfair game.

Back in time, after the copy of "Dialectical Game" was loaded, Qiss opened his eyes and found himself sitting on the throne in the temple.

There is only one line of text on the system interface:

[Main mission: Get the key to superego]

At hand was a long roll of parchment, with rules written on it in handwriting he could read:

[1. You are here as a temporary designer of a weird game, and you cannot leave the main hall until you complete the task. But you can redesign and layout the buildings outside the main hall through your consciousness, and put in a certain amount of NPC]

[2. After the design is completed, the scene will be put into operation and you will not be able to change any details to any extent]

[3. The key to the superego is located in the side hall and cannot be seen or known by the NPC. The NPC cannot perform any interaction related to the key to the superego]

[4. There are eight death points in the corridor outside the main hall. They can only be triggered once. They cannot be avoided or resisted. If you encounter them, you will die.]

[5. There will be nine clones with your complete set of memories and ways of thinking as players, who will be put into the scene one after another. You can select your birth point, once selected, it cannot be changed]

[6. After the clone dies, the body will not disappear; except for the location of the Superego Key, other scenes and NPCs will be reset, and new clones will be placed until all clones are placed]

The rules are very clear, and basically even the solution is told to the players: first use eight clones to fill the eight death points, and then let the ninth clone complete the task.

But it is not easy to achieve such a result.

Qisi knew that he was very suspicious. Once the clones saw the corpses of the previous seniors, what would happen next would be uncontrollable.

Therefore, it is necessary to find a reasonable explanation for the existence of these corpses, but not to make this explanation too logical and appear too much like the result of a layout.

The two theories of "clone" and "parallel time and space" are perfectly connected, which can effectively reduce the suspicion of clones.

Ziss also knew that he was absolutely selfish and self-interested, and could not let the clone notice the existence of the main mission, otherwise he would most likely not be willing to make a wedding dress for the mother, and might even maliciously destroy the key to the superego.

Then, it is necessary for the replica to gradually strengthen the illusion that "I am the best individual and most likely to escape" while doubting its own existence, and then believe that all its actions are working for its own survival.

In the end, Zeiss designed a copy of the Institute out of some evil taste. He was curious about what kind of expression he would show when faced with a situation where his existence was denied.

It's fun to play with other people, but why not play with yourself?

As for whether he would be killed after playing a trick on himself, Qiss didn't really care.

Firstly, he has the home field advantage and has weapons. If he can't win anymore, he can cut himself into pieces and feed it to the pigs; secondly, dying by his own hands may not be an interesting experience, if it is not for the corpse that cannot be taken out of the copy. , he quite wanted to make himself into a specimen.

Soon, everything was ready.

Under the watchful eye of Zeiss, Copy No. 1 woke up in the small room and found the key to the superego from the drawer.

He didn't know what the key was for, but before the researcher came in, he hid the cold key under his tongue and took it out...

…

At this moment, in the dimly lit temple, Qisi squatted down, opened the corpse's clenched right hand, and took out a key from it.

[Name: Key to the Superego]

[Type: props (copies cannot be taken out)]

[Effect: None]

[Note: Did I kill "me", or did "me" kill me? 】

Seeing the question in the note, Ziss smiled: "What does it matter? Even if he kills me, as long as he thinks he is me, I will be the one who survives."

"Natural selection means survival of the fittest. When I came to this world, I was the best person to win from the competition of one in a billion. Now why not have another competition to choose one out of ten?"

"Memory, intelligence level, way of thinking, behavioral logic and other multiple dimensions constitute a person's consciousness. For me, my material existence is not important. I am happy to select the best me through competition to become 'me' ”

[The main mission has been completed]

[Congratulations to the player for clearing the single-player puzzle copy "Dialectical Game\