After I became an ancient god

[Automata: Endless Ferry]

The days on board were long.

At least this is the case for Sturgill. Before boarding the ship, he was an office worker who was exhausted for his work. He traveled to and from major cities for various orders from the company. This time he went to the capital because of a business trip.

It was supposed to take a plane, but it was temporarily changed to a boat because of flight problems, which led to the current bad situation.

"I don't know when this day will end..."

Leaning against the railing of the deck, Sturgill had a blank expression, looking at the blue sea and the endless sea level in the distance, feeling a little confused.

It has been half a month since he entered the ship.

In the past half a month, that strange lump of flesh has never appeared again. Apart from the original bionics and their robots, there are no other crew members on board.

How the ship worked remains a mystery to Sturgill to this day.

Later, he discovered that there seemed to be some kind of strange power manipulating the ship, and some kind of supernatural power conjured a lot of food out of thin air in the restaurant every day.

There are many kinds of food, including androids and robots.

Although it is very strange how these foods come from, and question the safety of these foods, but in order to save their lives, the mechanical people still ate them together with the bionic people.

Later, the mechanical people who had nothing to do but eat every day began to seek a way to escape.

He and the other mechanical people tried various means of survival.

Someone jumped into the sea, but disappeared instantly under the surface of the sea; someone tried to enter the cockpit and change the course of the ship, but was stopped by the bionics, and even almost caused a fight between the two parties.

It was also from here that Sturgill truly realized the anomalies of the bionic people on this ship.

The bionic people on this ship seem to have some kind of malice towards the mechanical people. They are completely different from the bionic people who regard the mechanical people as their masters in daily life. Their strength and physical strength are far superior to ordinary people, and the mechanical people can't beat them at all. , can only give up the plan to fight them.

Moreover, he also found that these bionics had some incredible worship and belief in that strange and disgusting meatball that appeared at the beginning.

That fanatical look almost made Sturgill think that they had developed feelings, something that only mechanical people have.

"It should be programmed..." Sturgill muttered to himself after thinking for a moment.

This should be the setting behind the ship's implantation for these bionics, making them change their perception of the world, and even become hostile to their creator, the robot.

The operator of this ship is a total fearsome sociopath.

Sturgill thought about it terribly. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was a conspiracy hiding countless secrets, and the truth behind it might be unbelievably terrifying.

Why change the cognition of bionic people, why transform the body of bionic people to make them so powerful, and why make them have such deep hostility towards robots and believe in something like a monster.

What is the supernatural power on board, or is it some kind of newly developed space technology...

All these abnormalities are like unsolved mysteries, so that Sturgill is deeply involved and cannot be explored clearly.

He looked sad, and his electronic eyes flashed an anxious red light.

On this ship, only the bionic man named Monarch remained sane and was not completely controlled by that unknown force.

Sturgill thought of Monarch, the bionic man whose appearance unexpectedly suits his taste is the only bionic man on the ship who is friendly to robots, and it is also the only breakthrough for him to find out the truth.

Just as Sturgill was thinking, at this moment, Monarch walked up to him, with a faint smile on his face, and asked him with concern why he was here and whether he was feeling unwell.

Sturgill looked at the bionic man with profound features and gentle smile in front of him, and still couldn't help asking.

He asked Monarch why he was so friendly to the robots instead of ignoring them like his companions.

Hearing this, Monarch's long and narrow eyes were slightly bent, with a friendly and warm smile, as if the first warm sun in early winter, dazzling and beautiful.

Sturgill has always felt that the smile of this bionic man has a strange beauty, which transcends gender and race, and is a pure beauty, so pure that any species can't help but be attracted to it.

Sometimes, Sturgill even felt that Monarch was like a god statue hanging in a church, with a kind of compassionate and holy beauty.

Especially when talking about the so-called god of flesh and blood, the smile on Monarch's face is always extraordinarily real and beautiful.

"Because you are favored by God."

"In the restaurant every day, God will give us food, and you are also within the scope of blessing, please don't doubt God's care, it is sincere and loving, because God loves all His people."

"Especially you, Sturgill, God is very gentle when he blesses you, and He takes care of you."

Looking at the bionic man with an extremely serious and pious expression in front of him, Sturgill opened his mouth in melancholy, but still didn't say anything.

Again.

Every time he asks similar questions, Monarch will be so perfunctory and talk about him.

It was only because when he was fed by the monster, he was not thrown away by the monster's tentacles, but was slowly placed on the ground.

If he hadn't been convinced that this bionic man, who always had a gentle smile, had no malice towards robots and had a pure and kind personality, he would have suspected that Monarch was deliberately amusing himself.

"Why do you believe in that so-called god so much? He's just a monster. He doesn't even have a face! It's just a lump of twisted and disgusting flesh, wriggling and walking. God, I almost forgot this. He doesn't even have a leg. No……"

Perhaps because he was used to the gentleness and harmlessness of this bionic man, Sturgill began to complain about the gods that the bionic man recognized in front of him.

After speaking, Sturgill, who was quite irritable and distressed, returned to the cabin.

He is hungry, and he is going to eat at the restaurant. At this point, the food is about to refresh.

The robot turned away and walked away, leaving only the bionic man with blond hair draped over his shoulders on the cabin looking at his back.

The salty sea breeze blew onto the deck along the calm sea surface, blowing away his platinum-blond hair that was scattered around his shoulders.

The bionic man withdrew his gaze from looking at the back of the robot. He lowered his head and saw bright red blood oozing from the palm of his white glove, which was the wound caused by his own nails stuck deep in it.

Slowly wiping the wound on the palm of his hand with a towel, the long eyelashes of the bionic man trembled, and when he raised his head again, there was still a gentle smile on his face, but there were unpredictable emotions in his black eyes.

"May God bless you."

There was also no emotion in Monarch's voice. He left the deck very quickly. It will be the day of the gift in a few days, and he has to prepare in advance.

Time flies, and the day of gifting has arrived.

In the restaurant, Sturgill did not expect the next so-called gift day to come so soon.

He had heard of the Day of Gift that those bionic people highly respected, the day when the horrible flesh and blood monsters came to feed them.

Thinking back to the last scene, the sight of the highly polluting tentacles flying around still haunts him.

Thinking that the disgusting thing was coming again, and that he would be force-fed by those tentacles, Sturgill couldn't help retching a few times, causing Monarch beside him to look sideways.

"I'm sorry, I'm really disgusting..." Sturgill was a little embarrassed.

After all, in a restaurant, such behavior is really rude.

In addition, during this period of time, Sturgill has a good impression of Monarch, the only person on the ship who can speak. He feels very ashamed of himself for making such a rude move, and has a feeling of embarrassment in front of his sweetheart.

Recently, I don’t know if it’s been too long on the ship. Many robots have become irritable and irritable, and they don’t want to communicate with people, and Sturgill is no exception.

Gradually, the only person who can communicate is Monarch, the android who listens quietly no matter what he does.

Sometimes, Sturgill thinks, if Monarch were a robot, he would be a perfect good person.

Everyone will be willing to be friends with him, because he can chat with everyone, and I have never seen him angry with anyone.

This time, although he said apologetic words, Sturgill didn't think that Monarch would be angry, and even waited for Monarch to comfort himself as usual, saying that everything was fine and everything would pass.

But, unexpectedly, Monarch seemed genuinely angry.

In the dining room, the always gentle bionic man rarely showed a smile. He looked at Sturgill blankly, only turned half of his face, and looked down at Sturgill's vomiting and embarrassment.

I don't know if it was Sturgill's illusion, but he always felt that there was indifference in the cold and inorganic pupils of this bionic man who had been looking at him soft and easy-going.

It was as if looking at a dead object.

Not at all the same person as the gentle android from before.

"On the day of the gift, please keep quiet."

The blond-haired, black-eyed bionic man stood in the dining room, and behind him were countless bionic people who looked over with the same expressionless faces, casting a deep shadow in front of all the robots.

It's almost like a scene in a horror movie when the bionic people rebelled.

This scene reminded Sturgill of the previous incident of breaking into the cab that almost caused a conflict.

That time, Monarch seemed to be the same as this time, standing indifferently behind the bionic man, like a bystander, and also like a manipulator behind the scenes.

"..."

Sturgill was so frightened that he didn't dare to make a sound anymore. Even a robot who is not good at recognizing the expressions of bionics could feel Monarch's cold expression. The contrast with the previous one was too great, which made him unable to react for a while. .

He only felt that the core program of Monarch in front of him seemed to have been replaced, and he completely changed his personality. His originally beautiful face had also become extremely cold, making people fearful just by looking at it.

Sturgill didn't understand the reason for this change, but like other robots, they couldn't beat those bionics who had become surprisingly powerful, so they could only calm down obediently.

Perhaps it was because the flesh and blood monster was coming that Monarch was affected. After today, Monarch should return to normal.

Sturgill looked at the bionic man standing straight on the spot not far away, like a statue, and thought so expectantly.

However, he seemed unable to wait for that moment.

tick-tock-

The sound of the clock resounded throughout the restaurant. This was the daily timer before the arrival of the gods. When it fell, if the gods had not appeared, it meant that the gods would not come today.

This is actually very common for bionic people. The gods don't come every time they are bestowed. Although they don't know the reason, every time, the bionic people will offer the parts of the robot to pray for the gods to come.

Because the absence of the gods means that he no longer blesses his family members, the bionic people can only guess that it is because the blasphemous robots have angered the gods.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of the clock gradually faded away and disappeared.

This means that the day of grace is over.

"It seems that this time, the gods will no longer bless us."

Monarch lowered his eyes in disappointment, his voice was soft as usual, and he folded his hands on his chest, as if he was praying devoutly.

Behind him, countless bionics also lowered their heads, making the same posture, uniform, with an inexplicable sense of holiness and solemnity.

"..."

After a long silence, Monarch opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the robot.

The Mechanics were staring at this scene dumbfounded, as if they were watching a dead thing without emotion praying to the God of Mechanics, and they couldn't believe it.

Although I knew before that these abnormal-minded bionics believed in the so-called god of flesh and blood, I didn't expect them to be able to do so, as if they really had feelings.

Sturgill looked at everything in front of him, and when he heard what Monarch said, he suddenly remembered what the beautiful bionic man said to himself with a smile on his face.

——As long as God blesses you every time, I will always be like this.

So, what if once, the gods stopped blessing us?

At that time, Sturgill did not ask this question, because he felt that Monarch, a kind-hearted bionic man, would always be very friendly to robots, and it was meaningless to ask such questions.

But now, Sturgill is eager to know the answer to this question.

Looking at the bionics who slowly surrounded them after the end of the day of gifting, Sturgill looked confused, and he saw the always gentle bionic Monarch smiling at him and saying: "It seems that the gods don't favor you. "

"On the contrary, the gods hate you, so they didn't come to give us food."

The blond-haired, black-eyed bionic man showed his usual smile, and he asked his companions behind him to lock the robots with special chains.

Then, under the puzzled and flustered eyes of the mechanical people, the fingers of the bionic people touched the mechanical people.

In an instant, the scarlet flesh began to grow and spread from where their fingertips touched, covering the hard shell of the mechanical people, like the sprouts of the killing vine, rooting inward, expanding and expanding.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Several robots screamed, and granulation sprouted from their electronic eyes, wriggling and growing, almost turning them into petri dishes of flesh and blood, growing wantonly.

Sturgill hadn't been covered by these flesh and blood yet, he looked expectantly at Monarch.

During the time on the ship, although Monarch had a good attitude towards other robots, he was the most friendly to him in comparison. He believed that Monarch would not die.

"Monarch! Save me! Save me!"

Monarch, who was on the sidelines, looked over, with waves in his black eyes.

A certain strongly suppressed emotion was finally released, and he walked gracefully in front of Sturgill. The tall and tall man bent down slightly, took off the white gloves on his hands, and held Sturgill's head .

Sturgill's electronic eyes met Monarch's pupils, and he saw the bionic man's slightly curved eyes widen, and the black round pupils enlarged, reflecting his frightened appearance.

"Do you know? You have blasphemed the gods 520 times in total. Each word is disassembled into letters, and there are 3000 two hundred and eleven, and the parts of your whole body are dismantled separately, only a pitiful two thousand 680 three. You become flesh and there is no way to replace it with the same amount."

"As a qualified accountant, I think you will understand such troubles, won't you?"

The android knew what Sturgill was doing, so the sarcasm was fitting.

The corners of his mouth curled up, and the madness and bloody taste in his smile was finally no longer concealed. The soft beauty that fascinated Sturgill was mixed with madman-like fanaticism and indescribable disgust.

That disgusting feeling is like looking at a pile of excrement, like looking at the dirtiest and filthiest things in the world, in short, it is definitely not looking at something that should exist in the world.

Sturgill looked at Monarch in puzzlement and begged. He wanted Monarch to recall the happy time they had before, and stop showing such a sad expression.

Are they not good friends?

Why treat him like this?

However, facing Sturgill's questioning, Monarch glanced at him indifferently, letting the flesh and blood grow on his body indifferently, and the smile on the corner of his mouth even seemed to be a bit of enjoyment.

In the eyes of Sturgill, who has always been kind like a virgin, he is enjoying the painful expression on his face.

The feeling of granulation growing on his body was painful, and Sturgill was dying soon.

Next, his body was evenly cut into pieces of flesh by Monarch.

No more, no less, exactly 3000, two hundred and ten, and a wailing head.

The robots around him have already become a pile of wriggling and growing rotten flesh in this pain. Only he still maintains, or in other words, there is only one robot head left.

Because Monarch wanted to look at Sturgill's mouth that spoke blasphemous words and could only spit out painful screams, which would definitely satisfy the gods.

"The God of flesh and blood is eternal. He protects all people and loves all flesh and blood. He is our eternal father."

At the last moment of his life, Sturgill saw Monarch tired of his screams, turned to face his companions, and began his daily pilgrimage.

They begged for the favor of the gods, and the expressions on their faces were like pure children praying for innocent wishes, making people look as if they were in a church, sacred and solemn.

However, the fact is that the restaurant is full of the blood and minced meat of the robots, and the parts are scattered all over the place. In the blood, the bionics, the creations of the robots, are praying with happy smiles on their faces.

This is really the kingdom of hell.

The God of Flesh... is really a terrifying evil god...

Thinking this way, Sturgill finally admitted that the terrifying power possessed by that horrific mass of flesh and blood actually made this group of bionics so crazy, and it also had the ability to alienate robots.

This is definitely not something that any technology can do. The only thing that can explain it is the supernatural power of the meat ball.

Then, in endless agony, Sturgill fell into eternal darkness.

But the pilgrimage of the bionic people continues, and no one cares about the life and death of the mechanical people.

real world

Ke Su clicked on the copy of [Endless Ferry], and saw that all the robots on the ship were dead again, showing such a look in his eyes.

"It's so fragile, I thought the machine would be harder..."

Ke Su muttered to himself, and didn't pay much attention. He opened the restaurant interface, and saw that the bionic people had gathered here early, and all of them wore the bright red logo of "Crazy Believer".

Among them, the red logo on the head of the bionic leader named Monarch is the most conspicuous, it is almost bleeding red, and the growth rate is already full.

Satisfied, Ke Su opened his personal panel, and saw that there were various buttons that could be strengthened.

For example, intelligence, force value, defense value, ability value, etc., can be directly set attributes, and he can fill them up at will without paying any money, which is equivalent to a full-level enhancement.

After thinking about it, Ke Suquan pulled him to the full mark.

After all, he was the leader of the first batch of passengers he released, so what if he wasn't stronger.

Ke Su is still looking forward to the game giving him a game video like Bionic Revolution.

After all, if you think about it, you can guess what kind of waves will be caused by a bionic person with the attribute of [Bionic Human Leader] being released, and it will definitely be as exciting as the sci-fi blockbusters in the previous life.

Ke Su clicked the release button, and saw a progress bar on the game interface.

World Assimilation Degree: 0.001%

Ke Su is used to the game's characteristic of polluting the world at every turn, so he is not surprised to see this progress bar popping up.

After all, this is in line with the role setting of the ancient gods in the game, polluting the world, gaining the belief value of believers and so on.

The assimilation of the world seems to require bionic people to complete the social revolution, but it will take some time to complete.

Ke Su, who is experienced in the game, judged the purpose of the game.

In fact, after the game is updated, he can directly pull the time progress bar to watch the final outcome of the assimilated world, but that would lose the fun of the game.

He knows that the fun of this sailing game lies in nurturing, releasing animals batch by batch, and then increasing the degree of world assimilation is interesting.

Therefore, Ke Su closed the game page, and planned to come back to it next time. Now, let’s play the [Reaper Era].

He is really interested in the game setting of Age of Death.

After clicking [Reaper Era: Destiny of Death], Ke Su briefly scanned the game introduction and memorized the key information inside.

Anyway, in a world of time loops, human life is worthless.

Awakened human beings are pitiful, and the god of death who wantonly devours souls is a villain, and he is a super villain.

Ke Su thought jokingly, after all, the role of the ancient god he played couldn't be called a kind and lawful party in any instance.

But this time, Ke Su, who was tired of playing the villain side, wanted to try to make a change.

After entering the dungeon, the first option that popped up was for him to choose to play as a human or a god of death.

Ke Su chose the human side. He quite liked parkour games. He was often ranked first in the circle of friends in the subway parkour in his previous life.

Well, maybe it was because not many people played the game anymore.

Ke Su recalled the past, laughed, and then began to concentrate on playing games.

The first game screen is the screen of awakening human death.

This is a male human with black hair, black eyes, and fair skin, and his companions are all blue-skinned.

In this world, blue-skinned humans are normal humans, and the protagonist is a deformed child.

【Reaper Era: Death Fate】

"Mike is dead, we have to get rid of his body quickly."

In the dark sewer, the few people who were avoiding the pursuit of death looked at their companions who had lost too much blood and died, their expressions were indifferent, without a trace of sadness.

Claire, the only woman among the few, looked at Mike's body with a complicated expression.

Mike was the last of them to wake up and the most ignored.

After all, before the awakening, the white-skinned deformed children were at the bottom of the society, and after the awakening, this remained unchanged.

Even if they become awakened companions, normal people like them still can't get rid of the shackles of worldly vision, and can't bear Mike's white skin. Even if Mike's facial features are correct, that ugly skin can't make up for it.

Claire was no exception, but she was kind. She had some sympathy for this companion who was seriously injured in order to give them a chance to escape.

But that's all. Although Mike is usually very kind to her, it can be said that he is very courteous, and she can also see that Mike has the meaning of pursuing her, but Claire has always avoided talking about it.

There was no way her future husband would be an ugly bastard.

"Just throw it into the sewer, anyway, tomorrow the time cycle will start, and they will all be resurrected." The handsome man in the lead said indifferently, and the others agreed.

The bloody smell on Mike's body can easily attract the god of death with a keen sense of smell, and the smell of the sewer can just cover it up. However, compared with the behavior of bringing back the corpse as much as possible after the death of other companions, the crowd this time is extremely cold.

Claire remained silent about this, she did not reprimand her companions for this way of handling the corpse, because she knew that this was the most correct way to deal with it.

It is impossible for them to take this corpse out of the sewer, it will attract the gods of death, anyway, it is just a useless deformity, there is no need for them to take the risk of transporting his corpse out.

pat-

However, when everyone was about to push Mike's body into the ditch of the sewer, a horrible thing happened, and Mike's body suddenly began to tremble.

"what!!!"

Claire, who was closer, was taken aback and let out a scream, which drew dissatisfied eyes from everyone.

This cry is too loud, and it will attract the gods of death who are chasing after them.

But then, it was too late for them to express their anger at Claire's behavior, because they all saw that Mike, whose body was cold, stood up slowly.

Standing up, Mike's face was still very pale, and there was nothing in the opened black eyes, and the pupils were dilated, like a dead body.