I'm a god in the infinite game

Killer Sequence Guild, lounge.

The judge against the gods was paralyzed on the sofa and drank water crazily. The person next to him also looked like he was going to be dried in the sun. At his feet was a pile of bottles of mineral water, physical recovery agents, and spiritual recovery agents that had been sucked dry.

"The desert dungeon is really hot." The person sitting on the far left was so roasted that his cheeks were flushed, and he held a bottle in front of his chest with blank eyes and said to himself, "The game pool is still a fool's ban. I went to the store, and I couldn’t even buy water, I thought I was going to die of thirst in this copy.”

"We were careless." The judge against the gods rubbed the center of his brows, "I didn't expect to be trapped, and the coordination is not enough. The main reason is that I didn't bring enough things."

The man suddenly sat up in a daze, looked around, and said strangely: "What's the matter, why hasn't Spade come back yet? Usually, he's already staying here in the lounge when we leave the game. How about today?"

"I bought a lot of strong acid fuel and entered the Ice Age copy." The judge against the god said, he smiled, "I am playing the [trueend] line."

Now the person next to him understood immediately, and went back limply, raised his head and sighed inexplicably: "How many times has this happened, and he hasn't given up yet?"

The judge against the gods shook his head, as if he thought it was funny: "I don't know, anyway, it's been quite a few times. Every time I saw the poster of the Ice Age before entering the game pool, Spade would glance twice more, feeling that whoever is a fool will not Hold it down, maybe Spade will jump in and leave us to run away."

"He has already played the [normal end] line of Ice Age." The man puzzled, "Didn't Spade stop giving eyes to the games he won?"

"What is it about the [trueend] line of this game that attracts him? Isn't it just a task of collecting corpses, why does he have to play it out wherever he goes every day?"

Nishen raised his head and downed a bottle of mineral water again, heaved a long sigh of relief as if he was nourished: "I remember that in the Ice Age, the task of collecting body parts of spades was only missing one piece every time, and I remember that the one that was missing seemed to be the piece of the heart. , I searched many times but couldn't find it."

"Anyway, you know the character of Spades. If you can't find him, you'll keep looking for him. Let him go. It's time to train your mind."

The man bit the bottle with a complicated expression, and said vaguely: "Spades still need to temper their minds, so don't you want me to remake it?"

The judge against the gods held the bottle body, and his expression became quiet.

The man was also silent.

This sentence is a bit over the line - Nishen is the tactician who controls the overall situation, and it is not the turn of a team member to question his decision.

It may be that he has been here for too short a time, and his temper is not very sharp. He is far less extreme in character and behavior than other tacticians. He blends with the team so quietly that he often makes these players forget his identity as a tactician.

But a tactician is a tactician after all, and the players are not allowed to be so offensive.

The man opened his mouth slowly: "Sorry."

"It's okay." Nishen waved his hand indifferently, smiled broadly, and skipped the unpleasant topic, "You have been working with Spades for a year, can you tell me about him who left you the deepest impression What is the game?"

This kind of routine conversation is not the first time. After Spade couldn't integrate into the team smoothly, Nishen would pull other teammates to have a heart-to-heart talk from time to time, asking them what they thought of Spade.

The man held the bottle in his hand like Winnie the Pooh and fell into deep thought: "Actually, every game has a deep impression, but if I want to say the deepest thing, it's the game against the Russell Cemetery team."

Ni Shen recalled for a moment, and quickly answered: "Ah, that match, it was a terrible fight."

The man nodded with lingering fear: "It's not just miserable, it was the scariest match last year, and I thought it was going to be wiped out after the fight."

The match between Russell Cemetery and Killer Sequence was [-] to [-].

At that time, the strength of Spades had already been highlighted, and all parties were inquiring about this new player whose origin was unknown. However, the most abrupt of these inquiring guilds was the Russell Cemetery-this guild tried everything possible to dig out The secrets of Spades, trying to dig out his weaknesses.

Russell Cemetery was the [-]th ranked guild in the previous year, but this team is different from other famous teams. It has no star players and is not strong. Every year, the team members will change their blood, and they will be new faces with stage fright every year. , there seems to be nothing to remember.

Of course, it cannot be said that the only memorable feature of the Russell Cemetery team is that they like to abstain in singles and doubles matches. In order to do nothing after playing, he surrendered twice to blow up the field.

But this team's team competition style is surprisingly stable, and it can always be a blockbuster in certain battles, winning with one blow, and even defeating star teams.

Last year's killer sequence almost collapsed in front of Russell Cemetery.

In that game, Spade almost died—Russell Cemetery found a player with skills that could limit him according to Spade's fighting style, and let this player temporarily fight against the killer sequence. served as a tactician.

——This is a rather cruel skill to use.

As soon as the game started, the Russell team broke out quickly. They grabbed one of their players and forcibly killed the sacrifice.

Through this sacrifice, Russell's tactician forcibly activated the skill, turning the ground at Spade's feet into a big quagmire - this is his skill.

And this quagmire can nullify all the attacks of a player, and can also slowly kill the player by devouring the player. It can be said to be a skill of Bailing. The only disadvantage is that it is too expensive to use—— Sacrifice one of your allies to activate the skill.

The more powerful the player being devoured, the slower the Mire will devour.

Spade held the negative buff of being unable to attack in the quagmire for a full seven days in the game. His identity changed from [attack] to [shield], which made the opponent helpless and trapped the opponent in a game impact map.

But finally the time has come for the Mire to swallow all the spades.

Half of Spade's face fell into the quagmire. His teammates tried every means to get him out, knelt beside the perilous quagmire and desperately dug him with bare hands. While digging, they fought against the opponent who came to attack.

At that time, the ferocious expressions on the faces of everyone in the Killer Sequence team were unforgettable for the audience at that time.

Ferocity, rage, fear, and fear are intertwined, filled with a strong emotion that cannot be put into words, turbid tears criss-cross their twisted faces, and a hoarse and crazy roar erupts from their Adam's apple-it is a pure Yes, the fear of the coming 【Death】.

Each of them is extremely clear that if Spade dies here, they will definitely lose this game.

And Spade didn't have such fear, he just looked at these people calmly, the mire swallowed him bit by bit, and he said: "You can run away."

But still no one ran, some people howled heart-piercingly, and went shopping with their opponents like crazy.

Spades still won that game.

The teammates exploded in fear and resisted Russell's attacking pawn line. After one of them broke out, he cut off the arms of the opposite tactician, disarmed him and couldn't use his staff, and trapped the spade quagmire Skill removed.

Spades who can attack are invincible, so victory comes as a matter of course.

In that game, when Spades crawled out of the bottomless swamp with a whip in their hands, bathed in silt and blood, the whole court was boiling. They stood up for Spades, for this was like climbing out of the abyss. The demon screamed and cheered.

He was covered with mud from top to bottom. The seven-day tug-of-war made Spade's body covered with all kinds of dirt and horrible wounds. Several broken bones were exposed outside the skin, sticking out sharply. The muddy water mixed with blood clots hung on the bones and solidified.

Even with such an embarrassing posture, no one doubts that the final victory will belong to this embarrassing guy.

Ten minutes later, Spade stood in front of the team that was defeated and kneeling. Drips on jaw and knuckles.

The team at Russell Cemetery trembled, the first-time rookies begging for mercy incoherently.

Spade, who is also a newcomer, looked at them without saying a word, separated by the distance between the winner and the loser, the gap between life and death.

This is a game of life and death. They tried their best to plot against Spade, and Spade could kill them just to vent their anger.

The excited cheers in the auditorium became one, and someone hissed at the top of their voices: "Kill them!"

"—kill them!"

The people of the Russell Cemetery team closed their eyes in despair. They paid the price of others' lives for victory, but in the end they had to pay their own lives for failure.

They thought they were going to die, everyone thought they were going to die.

Finally Spades asked them a question.

Spade's eyes were covered by his mud-covered forehead hair, and he said, "You imposed death on your teammates, and our teammates tried their best to avoid my death, all because of fear of death."

"But when you entrust your life to others." Spade looked down at the group of people, his eyes hidden under the hair showed no emotion, "Can't you see that your fate of death is also tied together?"

The group looked up at Spades speechlessly.

Spades waited quietly for the answer.

So the tactician whose arms had been cut off raised his head and replied awkwardly: "...It's not like this, we can all survive if one person dies, this is our tactic, and this tactic is effective. It's spades, don't you fall into it too?"

"This is to protect more team members! One person can save so many people!" He chattered and explained excitedly with tears in his eyes. He didn't know whether it was to convince others or to convince himself.

After he finished speaking, Spades nodded calmly as if he had got the answer: "I see, you can't see your own destiny."

"I won't kill you, you have your destiny, your death doesn't belong here, and I don't give it to you." Spade continued without a wave, "You will die in your own mud."

The tactician looked at Spades who turned away in astonishment, tears still in his eyes.

Spades didn't kill them in the end either.

But not long after, when the Russell Cemetery team was about to repeat the same trick to sacrifice their teammates in the next league game, they were preemptively killed by the enemy team.

The tactician drowned in his Mire ability about to be activated.

After recalling the previous game, this person couldn't help sighing: "I have never understood what Spade was thinking at that time. If I were to be angry, I would kill those people directly."

"But I think it's because of this." The man looked at the judge against the gods and said from the bottom of his heart, "Spades finally realized the importance of the team, so they will recruit you this year."

The judge against the gods pondered, and he suddenly said: "Actually, I also asked Spades why they chose me to be your tactician."

The man asked curiously, "How did he answer?"

The judge against the gods smiled: "He said, I saw that your fate is to be a tactician for me, and then die on the field."

The man sprayed water: "He said that directly in front of you?! This is too..."

Threatening someone with death like this in front of a prophet... You really deserve it, Spade!

"Correct me, my skill is not prophecy, it's called [Listen to God's Words]." The judge against God shrugged, "Sometimes I can hardly tell whether he is a prophet or me, this guy's The intuition is astonishingly accurate, even better than prophecy."

"For example, the copy of [Ice Age], in fact, we have all been there. The derivative of the unknown creature X that can turn into a human is actually quite troublesome. Even I can hardly distinguish who is the real person and who is the monster. , even if our ability is not low, it is difficult to move an inch in this dungeon - because we can't find the target to attack."

The judge against the gods looked at the team members sitting opposite him: "But do you still remember when Spade was with us, how did he clear this dungeon?"

The team member muttered to himself: "As soon as he entered, he killed all the clones except us..."

The judge against the gods nodded: "Yes, as soon as Spade entered, he quickly found Edmund hidden in Fang Xiaoxiao's body. After killing him, he stopped his conspiracy to use the particle device to affect the global climate. , you can achieve the main task of global warming, and then pass the level.”

"This is the [normal end] of this game." The judge against God spread his hands, "From the time we entered the game to the time we found Spades next to a lot of clone corpses, he cleared the level in less than 10 minutes .”

"Don't you find it very curious? Why can this guy so easily distinguish who is a human and who is a monster? The anthropomorphism of monsters in this game is to such an extent that our parties will doubt whether we are real or fake."

The man also stroked his chin and pondered, wondering: "That's right, how did you identify the spades?"

"I asked him." The judge against God showed a little helplessness on his face, "Do you know how he replied to me?"

The man asked, "How did he answer you?"

The judge against the gods sighed deeply: "Intuition—he recognized it purely by intuition."

"Although I really don't want to admit that his intuition is so powerful, Spades never lie." The judge against the gods sighed, "But this is even more troublesome. If Spades wants to integrate into the team, they must believe in it." My tactics, not his instincts."

"But if his intuition is so accurate, I have no way or confidence to persuade Spade to give up his intuition and let him obey my tactical arrangement."

The man frowned upon hearing this: "Is there a way for us to go with Spade's intuition?"

"I've thought about it." Ni Shen judged and took a deep breath, "But it's useless, Spade has no way to accurately express his intuition to us, his intuition is usually just a momentary feeling, to capture it, wait We realized that he was already [-] miles away from us."

This person also seemed to recall the miserable life of chasing spades in the game, and he lay down on the table with no love in his life, and his tone became miserable: "———Leave us to search in place."

"It's mainly a communication problem. Spades started to lose focus after a few words with us. I couldn't even beat the gongs and drums to attract his attention." , eyes straightened, "——can someone come to enlighten Spade and let him learn how to communicate with others..."

------

In the game, next to the Ross Ice Shelf.

After packing up his things, Spade tied the salute to the sled, tied the safety rope around his waist and dragged forward. He lowered his head and took it out from the map he put in the lining of the jacket, and looked at the map with his eyes. Confirm the next destination on the wind-wrinkled map.

After going to the buoy point in Ross Sea, Spade went to dozens of points, and now he has cleaned up all the places on the map, leaving only a few places.

In the end, his eyes swept around the map and landed on the inland South Pole, and then he exhaled a breath of white air slowly.

Edmond Observatory.

He remembered that this seemed to be the place where the player named Bai Liu logged in together.

After determining the target, Spades pulled out the whip attached to his waist, adjusted the fixed skis on his feet, then leaned forward, with his knees slightly bent, his gaze crossed the never-ending blizzard, and locked on to a certain direction. Then simply swing your arms left and right to slap the snow surface.

The whip swung and hit the ground, raising a thick layer of white snow all over him. Spades used the whip as a snowball fight, using the huge reaction force of the whip to the ground to slide quickly on the snow surface, in the vast expanse of snow. There was almost an orange-red lightning bolt on the ground.

If the judge against the gods is here, he will scream at the spades again. Don't use such an expensive whip as a sled dog, use the force of the whip to pull the sled!

But he is not there.

So Spade wore black goggles, bowed his waist and waved his whip left and right, gliding smoothly, and soon disappeared in the blowing snow.

Taishan Station.

Bai Liu and the others only stayed at Taishan Station for a while, then took advantage of the unexpected and got out from inside, snatched a helicopter parked outside, and flew away in the helicopter before everyone at Taishan Station found out.

The wind roared outside the helicopter. Flying a plane in such weather with visibility no more than 30 meters was like dancing on a pole on the scythe of death. The plane could crash and kill people at any time.

But as the driver, Tang Erda couldn't disobey Bai Liu's order—their tactician's eyes were bright now, and he looked excited that he was about to pick up [-] million, and even his breathing was slightly short of breath. The slender fingers on the chest tightened and turned white.

"Where are you going?!" Tang Erda roared and asked.

Bai Liu replied: "Edmond Observation Station."