I'm a god in the infinite game

"It's not her." Bai Liu explained truthfully? "This is Beiyuan Xiaokui, another sacrifice's clothes."

"She hasn't had any contact with me in Beiyuan's house yet, and the clothes are here for some accidental reasons."

"Beiyuan Xiaokui?" Xieta paused.

Bai Liu sharply raised her head: "Do you know her?"

"In this world line, I haven't seen Beiyuan Xiaokui yet." Xieta shook her head slightly, looked up at Bai Liu, "but before that?, I did see her."

"She was brought to me by another child."

Bai Liu asked? "Who?"

Scheta was silent for a few seconds: "God will release a derivative of himself in each world line, and the derivative will grow slowly in the world line, and then when he is about 14 years old, he will Meet me at the orphanage."

"Derivatives are God's creations, but like God, they are born yearning for desire and money, full of plunder and cruelty, extremely cruel to human beings, and powerful in action. They are very powerful at the end of each world line. can become a dominant person.”

"This derivative? Like me, is the candidate for the heir of the evil god, but we all have a fatal flaw that cannot become the evil god—"

Xieta's tone was very light, he raised his eyes and looked at Bai Liu: "We all have no soul."

"Aiming at the different characteristics of me and derivatives, God has formulated? Two different plans for us to generate? Souls, and put them into each world line."

"He will first let us contact a large number of different human beings, and find a human being among whom we will have emotions for each other. This human being is our [anchor]."

"When we have the [Anchor], we have changed from a god's creation without a soul to an evil god reserve with a soul."

Scheta lowered his eyes: "Next, the evil god will design various game paths, let us actively destroy—"

Bai Liu opened her eyelids: "—Destroy your [anchor], let you make your soul more valuable in the pain of losing the [anchor], right?"

"Yes." Scheta turned his head and looked at Bai Liu, "God calls this process the influence of the destruction and reconstruction of [anchor] on the shaping of the soul."

Bai Liu looked away, and commented indifferently: "Sounds like? It sounds like a research that an evil god who is so boring that he has nothing to do will do research."

"But this research has never been successful on me." Scheta obediently accepted what Bai Liu said, and he sat casually on the side of the corridor with his knees bent, looking at the moon hanging in the sky with clear eyes, "Because no matter how the evil god cast me and how many people he asked me to contact, I still haven't found my own [anchor]."

"Not only that." Bai Liu's tone was flat, "You have also become the [anchor] of the derivative of the evil god, right?"

Scheta paused: "Yes."

"Because I am a competitor with him, even if he doesn't have any memory of me at the beginning of each world line, his curiosity towards me is the most important among all the humans he has encountered. "

"He will always observe me, the books I read, the places I frequent, my response after others touch me, the food and fruit cores I have eaten, my attitude after being punished, and even—"

Bai Liu's tone was flat: "——it's the pinholes on your body, the eyes you deliberately covered, even standing at the head of your bed after you sleep, leaning over to count the number of times your eyelids tremble slightly every minute , the frequency of the beating heart, touching your cold body temperature that is different from ordinary people."

Scheta's words suddenly stopped?

He fell silent, his fingers curled up slightly beside the white willow, his eyelashes drooped silently, looking at the goldfish swimming carefreely under his chained feet in the pond.

Bai Liu turned her head and looked at Xieta's side face calmly: "After a long period of observation, He discovered that you are different from other vulgar and desire-filled people, and it has gradually developed for you. ?Unusual attention? And some strange feelings that want to be close to you, so you become? His [anchor], is that so?"

"That's right." Scheta's long hair was gently shaken by the wind, and his tone seemed to become light and elusive in the wind, "But it's not exactly what you said."

Scheta turned his head, his silver-blue eyes glowed with a dazzling gleam, and he looked intently at Bai Liu sitting opposite him: "Derivatives? Creatures won't be produced by me? The kind you said, Some weird feeling that wants to be close to me."

"It doesn't have to be produced? Positive emotions can become someone's [anchor], and extreme negative emotions can also form a person's soul."

"The derivatives in each world line will only have one emotion for me."

Xieta looked directly into Bai Liu's eyes, and said softly, "That's killing intent."

"His strong desire for money will make him aware of what can be used in me. I am the [anchor] that pulls his desire. As long as he kills me and releases me, the [anchor] will sink to the bottom of the sea. He will be able to enter the game on a ship full of his own desires, embark on the game path that God has written for him, and climb to the top to become the king in the world line."

"The god should be satisfied?" Bai Liu asked calmly, "Shouldn't he have found an heir that meets his requirements?"

Scheta shook? Shaking his head: "God is not satisfied."

"Although the derivative that came before God in the end has a soul, the soul has no texture. It is just a container full of desires, and there is no pain in it."

"God doesn't like that kind of soul. He thinks that a soul without pain is worthless, so He wants a container that can hold pain and desire at the same time, so He is constantly, constantly opening up new world lines, and constantly using My own derivatives, me, and every human being in this world line conduct experiments."

Scheta's tone was calm: "Among so many experiments of gods, I am the only creature who can't find my [anchor]."

"In order for...to enable me to find my [anchor], God exiled me to...many places and allowed me to meet...many people."

"But I still can't understand what these people's desires and feelings are for."

"So God wanted me to further understand human desires and evil." Scheta lowered his eyelashes slightly, "He put me on the bottom of the sea, the center of the earth, 137 billion light away from here in a universe a few years away, and then transformed my body in a chair."

"Under God's transformation, I became...a monster, a natural-born evil thing."

"God said? When human desires touch me, it will lead to endless bitterness and hell. I am a god and enjoy human beliefs, so I should be responsible for the human tragedy derived from my own evil."

"Whenever someone is close to me, the most evil desire deep in the person's heart will emerge from the subconscious. When this person's desire is strong enough, or when there are enough people close to me, as long as the sum of their desires exceeds a certain According to the values ​​set by the evil gods, their desires can alienate a part of my body, turning my body into a tool to realize their desires."

"When this [tool] spreads into human society, it will alienate human beings into some kind of monster like me."

"So human society was formed? Some kind of organization to deal with? These [tools] and monsters."

Scheta raised his eyes and said calmly: "The people in this organization collectively refer to these [tools] and those alienated by [tools] as heretics."

"I am the sum of all heretics, the one they most want to destroy."

"In the path God has set for me, what position do people in each world line have, whether they are good or evil, what kind of experience and life do they have? When they see me , only to me? Two thoughts—either you want to dismantle me, or you want to destroy me.”

"When they look into my eyes, they just invariably feel something about me? An extreme emotion—"

"—that's fear."

Xieta closed his eyes halfway, the moonlight was pouring on his face, the half curly silver-blue long hair glowed with a faint gleam, making him look white and flawless under the moonlight, like a jade carving, Aside from the ?moving lips, it is almost impossible to tell that the god who is whispering? is a living thing:

"God sees man as a mirror."

"When the person standing in front of the mirror has any emotions towards the mirror, the mirror will reflect those emotions, so when one hates another person, the other person will also reflect this person Express the emotion of [hate].”

"The first emotion that God wants me to have is fear, so he makes everyone stand in front of me in fear? He hopes that I can reflect this emotion, and use this emotion as the origin to have a person who is enough to become an evil god, A mighty soul that terrifies all."

"But no matter how many people stand in front of me in fear, I can't feel and understand what they're thinking, can't have the same emotions as them, so I can't have a soul of my own."

"God said? I am a broken mirror, unable to reflect the emotions of the people standing in front of me normally."

Scheta turned his head, and he looked at Bai Liu with those eyes that terrified countless people. The wind blew up the fallen leaves and his hair, before Bai Liu's eyes? The tone of the opening is as light and agile:

"But Bai Liu is different."

"When Bai Liu stood in front of me, I could feel a very strange emotion."

Scheta propped his hands on the side wall of the corridor, leaned forward with his shoulders, and approached Bailiu, his soul-stirring silver-blue eyes were magnified in front of Bailiu, and the moonlight and water were reflected inside, as if the sky and the moon were all there. His eyes blended together, shining into an ambiguous pus, but his mouth was as clear as a pond under his feet:

"This kind of feeling makes me want to observe you all the time, read books with you, go to the places you often go together, want to know your response after others touch you, know what kind of food you have eaten—— "

"—I even want to take off your clothes, examine carefully the wounds on your body that are intentionally blocked, want to stand at the head of your bed after you sleep, bend over and count the number of times your eyelids vibrate slightly every minute, and your heart The beating frequency, touching you and me are different—"

"—warm body temperature."

Xieta stretched out his hand and gently touched Bai Liu's side face, as gently and carefully as if touching a goldfish in a pond. Looking down at Bai Liu, he asked earnestly:

"Bai Liu can tell me that whenever you look at me, I will reflect it to you. This kind of feeling that makes me a little strange, what is it?"

Bai Liu's heart skipped a beat.