Fantasy Game: Infinite City

"The concentration of the Gift of Death has increased, and the current concentration is 20%."

“You can now touch the soul”

"Authorization level increased, identity conversion in progress"

"Conversion successful"

"Status: Hungry"

"What's the sound? Did you hear it?"

"I heard it, but the sound was so soft that I couldn't hear it clearly."

"The sound seems to come from this room. Is this...Uncle's room?!"

Several kids who looked like high school students gathered at the door of a room. The door was nailed shut with wooden boards. Some obscure patterns were painted on the boards with red paint. Around those patterns, there were many talismans with yellow characters on a black background pasted on them, locking the door like a seal.

The patterns and talismans that had never changed in the children's memories emitted a faint light. The light pulsed and accelerated. Finally, when the light began to become dazzling, the talismans stuck on them spontaneously ignited and burned very quickly, and soon burned out.

However, the ashes produced by the burning talisman did not scatter on the ground, but merged into the patterns painted with red paint. The paint, which had already dried up, became moist again and flowed down the door panel to the ground, emitting a strong smell of blood.

The paint that had turned into liquid again slowly flowed outwards and reflected the appearance of those high school students like a mirror.

Although they looked normal from the back, their fronts were horrific to look at, with numerous deep wounds that could be seen to the bone all over their bodies. Broken bones pierced through the flesh and were exposed outside, with sticky blood that had oxidized and turned black constantly dripping from the bone spurs.

The most seriously ill children had lost skin on their faces, revealing their skeletons, which were covered with wounds of varying sizes. Some even had only half a head. Most of the children had serious missing body parts and signs of decay on their bodies. There were also large traces of dirt on their incomplete school uniforms.

“Squeak…”

The child walking in front quietly pushed open the door of the room. The old door made a harsh friction sound, and the sudden sound made the children stop what they were doing. Although most of the children had lost their facial skin and even muscles, it could be inferred from their movements that they were a little scared.

But no one knows what gave them the courage. The children held hands and pushed the door again. This time, the door was completely opened. The children mustered up the courage and walked into the dim room with even the windows nailed shut.

"It's... so dark... just as dark as the place where we are... buried..."

A child who looked the thinnest hid behind the other children and said timidly that due to his advanced stage of decay and relatively serious missing body parts, it was difficult for ordinary people to even tell the gender of this child.

"Don't be afraid. We've already died. The worst that can happen is we'll die again."

The child walking in the front seemed to be the backbone of the children. Her internal organs had been completely hollowed out, and she only had one eyeball. She stretched out her right hand, which had only one finger left. A faint ghost fire came out from the fingertips that had become bones. The flame was so weak that it could be blown out by a breath. However, this weak flame seemed to be the only support for these children. They gathered together and moved closer to the flame.

With the help of the cold light emitted by the will-o'-the-wisp, the children could see the room clearly. There was no furniture in the room. The walls, floor and ceiling were all engraved with the obscure patterns they had seen on the door. In the easternmost corner of the room, a blasphemous magic circle was engraved on the ground. Directly above the magic circle, a five-meter-tall giant was hanging. The giant wore a cloth hood used for hanging, and his neck was fixed by a thick hemp rope that hung him in the air.

The giant's hands were crossed in front of his chest, with his palms fixed at the joints of his arms and shoulders by huge coffin nails. His legs were perpendicular to the ground, and he was suspended five centimeters above the ground by a thick hemp rope around his neck. Blood was slowly flowing from the wounds caused by the coffin nails, but the strange thing was that the blood was emerald green in color, but it was emitting black gas.

"Is he... "Uncle"? "

"I don't know.. Should we put him down first?"

"Come help, he's too heavy, I can't do it myself!"

"it is good!"

Although the children were badly mutilated, they still managed to break the thick hemp rope on the giant's neck and lowered his body flat on the ground. The children took off his hood and observed the giant with the help of the faint will-o'-the-wisp.

"Why is he hanging here?"

"I don't know...but he seems...still alive!"

"Look! There's a coffin nail on his head!"

Under the faint light of the will-o'-the-wisp, the children discovered that there was a coffin nail stuck in the center of the giant's crown. They looked at each other, and the two children with relatively intact arms struggled to pull out the coffin nail. There were actually barbs on the coffin nail. No matter who did it, he must have a strong hatred for the giant.

“It’s…so scary!”

"Even more cruel than... to us..."

There were also the same coffin nails on the giant's temple. When he pulled them out, he found that there were also creepy barbs on them.

"Is he...really still alive?"

"He's still breathing and his heart is beating. He should still be alive, right?"

After removing the remaining coffin nails from the giant, the children sat down around the giant's body and discussed something.

"That man said that when an 'uncle' comes, he will be able to find our souls and rescue us from here. Do you think this giant is the 'uncle' he mentioned?"

"I don't know... but we are already dead. Even if we find our souls, what can we do?"

The children's mood became low. They seemed to be very aggrieved, but the severe physical injuries and losses had long made them lose the ability to cry. The children fell silent and lowered their heads.

“Forget it. Maybe he is injured or has some regrets. Even if he is the “uncle” that person mentioned, he may not be able to help us. We still have to rely on ourselves to find the culprit who committed such atrocities against us and take revenge on him!”

"But he...can we succeed?"

"We have to give it a try! We can't just let him go! Otherwise, more people will become like us!"

"I...I'll help you!"

"me too!"

The children lifted up their mutilated bodies, but their spirits soon dropped again because they knew that they were about to do something that might be impossible.

But as the leading child said, there are some things that we should not not do just because they are doomed to fail.

The children stood up and prepared to leave the room. Before leaving, the weakest child took out a small five-pointed star made of paper from his dirty school uniform pocket. The small five-pointed star had become shriveled and wrinkled due to being soaked in blood. He ran back to the room and put it in the giant's hand.

"Uncle...Uncle...If you are the uncle that person mentioned, I hope you can...help those who can still be saved..."

Putting down the pentagram, the thin child ran out and caught up with his companions.

"Status: Hungry, Angry"

Ten minutes later.

Han Zu opened his eyes. His head felt like it had been squeezed by a hydraulic device. He felt unbearable pain. Han Zu struggled to get up, touched his head with his hand, and found two big holes on it.

Trying to repair the wound, as it slowly healed, Han Zu's head began to buzz. His memory was still stuck at the time when he parted with Pastor Maxi. He remembered that after he entered that door, he experienced some other things, but he could not remember them no matter what.

And the more he thought about it, the more severe the buzzing in his head became, making it impossible for Han Zu to think.

"Bang!"

In order to clear this damn feeling from his head, Han Zu used all his strength and punched himself hard on the head. The force was so great that it even made a sound of compressed air exploding, but neither his fist nor his head suffered any damage.

The buzzing sound in his head continued, and he couldn't stop it. Han Zu couldn't think, so he could only pound his head with his fists frantically, making a series of air explosions.

After he unclenched his fist, a small object fell to the ground, interrupting Han Zu's violent self-harm and attracting his attention. With a huge buzzing in his head, Han Zu groped for the small object that fell to the ground. The buzzing in his head caused his vision to blur, and he took a long time to grab the small object.

A paper five-pointed star.

The dried blood had made the star shriveled and wrinkled, but the five-pointed star that Han Zu had just held in his hand had not been squeezed into pieces. Han Zu subconsciously protected the five-pointed star that came from nowhere.

Holding the pentagram, some memories that seemed to have just happened suddenly flooded into Han Zu's now muddled thoughts.

"It's... so dark... just as dark as the place where we are... buried..."

"I don't know.. Should we put him down first?"

"Come help, he's too heavy, I can't do it myself!"

"Find the culprit who committed this atrocity against us and exact revenge on him!"

"Uncle...Uncle...If you are the uncle that person mentioned, I hope you can...help those who can still be saved..."

The words that the children who suddenly appeared in these memories had said slowly calmed the buzzing in Han Zu's mind.

"Well... I want... I want... to find..."

Han Zu held the five-pointed star tightly in his palm and struggled to stand up, but he stumbled and fell to the ground. The barbs of the coffin nails placed on the ground by the children pierced into Han Zu's body.

"boom!"

Hammering the ground hard, the coffin nails were shaken off, and Han Zu saw them again. He subconsciously called out to the two hounds in his body.

Han Zu was kneeling on the ground. Suddenly, something crawled out of his broad back and gradually turned into two human-shaped monsters. Their bodies were upright, but they had faces similar to giant spotted hyenas. They had no tails and their hair was very short. From a distance, they looked like werewolves in mythology. They were stout and about four meters tall. Their forelimbs turned into thick arms. There were six fingers on their palms, two of which were thumbs. The tips of the fingers were slightly curved, as sharp as daggers.

Huge fangs covered with tiny, sharp barbs protrude from its mouth, and its vertical pupils, like thin lines, emit bright green light.

Although there had been huge changes, Han Zu could still recognize that they were his hunting dogs.

"Go!... Find... Find... Him... Bring... Him... Uh... to... Me...!"

Han Zu threw the coffin nails in his hand to the ground, breathing heavily. It seemed that the influence of the brain on him had not completely disappeared.

The two werewolves helped Han Zu up first and looked at him with some concern.

"No...don't worry about me! Go...quickly!"