The end of the world starts from the global copy

The end of the world begins with a global copy Author: Black Hearted Dabai

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Original title: "Player Four"

[Exception code name: Global Copy System. 】

[Nature: Event/Scenario. 】

[From a certain moment, there will be multiple "disaster dungeons" and "end-of-day dungeons" all over the world. Earth creatures can enter the dungeons, complete tasks, get rewards, and thus gain power beyond ordinary people. 】

[Earth creatures who complete the dungeon tasks are called players. 】

[The special rules of the global dungeon are as follows: When a dungeon appears and is not perfectly cleared by the player within [-] weeks, then the disaster phenomenon in the dungeon will be reflected in the real world in a reasonable/unreasonable way, giving The real world brings catastrophe. 】

[The frequency of opening the dungeon entrance is one week. Regardless of whether the dungeon of the previous week has been solved perfectly, the new dungeon will be refreshed. 】

[Anomaly code name: Global dungeon system, there is no way to deal with it for the time being. 】

[This anomaly cannot be resolved and can only be tolerated. 】

[This will be doomed, a contest without hope. 】

Natural disasters, man-made disasters, ghosts, abnormal items.

Twelve week period.

And a terrifying dungeon with no solution!

When all kinds of disasters come into reality.

When everything comes to an end.

……

To put it simply, this is an end-time story in infinite skin.

Author's custom label hot blood crossing

Chapter 1 Death

【Top Secret File: 004】

[Anomaly code name: Grim Reaper. 】

[Nature: Human, male, individual. 】

[Reaper, real name unknown, male, 25 years old, his parents died early, he joined the dark world five years ago and became a lone killer. 】

[The completion rate of his career tasks is [-]%, and he never misses!Within three years, in the dark world, he broke the name of the god of death. 】

[However, even though the God of Death has done many amazing deeds and committed numerous bloody crimes, no one has ever pinpointed the true appearance of the God of Death, his true identity, or even the method of committing the crime. 】

[He is the shadow that does not exist, the king of killers, and the god of death in the shadows. 】

……

death, what does it mean?

The demise of the body?Or the withering of the soul?

The topic of life and death is eternal.

Humans never cease to desire life and fear death.

But such a human...

But there is always a lack of respect for life!

"Crench!"

A harsh rubbing sound resounded.

Federation, Beiyuan Town, on the street after ten o'clock at night.

The car slid to a short distance, and didn't stop until it hit the guardrail.

The two black ruts were marked with red lights, and two bodies, one large and one small, were thrown high, and bright red liquid and different-colored solids were sprinkled on the few pedestrians nearby.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Not waiting for pedestrians to scream.

In the broken car, there was a ferocious kicking sound, until the deformed door was kicked open, and a 30-year-old man reeking of alcohol stepped out of the car.

Looking at the scene of the tragic car accident and the women and children lying in the distance, the man stared, and tears fell from his eyes.

"what!"

Until this moment, the pedestrian who was splashed with blood made a harsh scream...

It was the man who opened his mouth, and a wild laughter came out of his mouth!

"Stinky bitch! I'll let you green me!"

"I made you give birth to someone else's wild seed!"

"I said that if I kill you, I will kill you!"

"You bitch! Bitch! Fuck..."

Rough and crazy swearing came from the man's mouth.

On one side is a fallen body.

On one side is a crazy, desperate man.

On one side... is a pedestrian who screamed and called the police.

Only where no one notices.

A young man of about 25 years old, handsome in appearance, wearing sportswear, and holding a big golden retriever dog, watching the tragedy in front of him, Gu Jing Wubo's eyes slowly became colored.

……

[The following is the Security Bureau's speculation on the identity and ability of the God of Death. 】

[The appearance of the God of Death is not surprising, there may be some slight cleanliness.At the same time, it is certain that Death has a lack of character and seems to have a very serious congenital affective disorder. 】

[Key information, a golden retriever is often followed by the god of death—this may be the only way to distinguish the identity of the god of death. 】

[Note: According to the code name: World assessment, the god of death seems to have the ability to communicate with the dead, and the specific manifestation of this ability is unknown. 】

……

"It's filthy."

"And stupid."

The scene of the car accident.

The young woman who was hit and flew, and the child under 3 years old, have completely lost their breath of life.

The man's swearing has not stopped.

Men, women, children, and unrelated passersby.

Screams, cursing, calls to the police one after another.

In this chaos, in this noise, no one could hear clearly, the young man with the golden retriever was muttering something...

From his pocket, the young man took out the paper towel for picking up dog feces, ignoring the blood-stained meat that was splashed on his face, he squatted down, and while cleaning the stains on the golden retriever, he used ice cold enough to make the air evaporate. Tsukushiro's voice kept mumbling.

"It's really bad luck to encounter such a stupid thing, right?"

"Cheating or something... It's so normal in this society, there's really no need to do such a thing."

"The man's reaction is too extreme. Of course, the woman may not be a good thing, just pity the innocent child."

"I heard from the old bartender that now you need to have a business license to be a killer, but you don't need to be a parent... This is really sad."

"Wang Wang Wang."

As if responding to the man's words, the big golden retriever at the man's feet let out a series of barks.

The eyes met, and at this point, the man's expression changed.

Gentle and bright.

And a stiff smile.

"You agree with me too, don't you?"

Gently patted the golden retriever's head, the young man stood up and returned to his original expression.

He looked, looked, until his eyes fluctuated slightly, then he raised his leg and walked not far away.

He walked over to a squatting woman.

The woman was wearing a white dress and her skin was pale and unusual. At this moment, the woman was squatting on the side of the road, her head buried between her legs, and weeping in a low voice.

"So, what's not to like?"

The young man asked softly in a constant tone.

The voice seemed to disturb the woman, and the woman raised her head, revealing her broken, blood-stained face.

Fragmentation marks.

Bruises from scratches on the road.

This face... is like a mask that has been shattered and stitched together, revealing astonishing misery and terror!

The young man was not afraid of this grimace.

He just asked again.

"You are the one who made the mistake, right? If it was you, why would you be unwilling?"

The woman was silent.

"Yeah, it's me who made the mistake... What's wrong with me?"

After asking and answering herself, the woman suddenly raised her head and looked at the young man.

"But the child is innocent."

The young man nodded and agreed.

He turned around.

"I can help you."

"How to help?"

"A kind of...well, a deal."

"Use your soul to see if you can save the child's soul. Of course, this is just an attempt. I'm not sure if it will work."

The female ghost didn't even hesitate, and nodded sharply.

"Thank you."

"Everyone gets what they need."

……

Life is great.

Maternal love too.

At this moment, both the young man and the female ghost seemed to know what was about to happen.

But they did not hesitate.

The young man stretched out his hand and gently touched the female ghost's head. A dim, invisible light suddenly flashed through, and the next second, the female ghost melted into the young man's hand.

With the young rub gently.

The female ghost turned into a white ball of light.

He flicked his fingers.