I'm a god in the infinite game

He looked at his bishop father with displeasure. Such an offensive look would usually lead to a reprimand from the other party, but today the other party had a very good temper towards him. He squatted down and looked at him in a friendly way, smiling very lovingly: "The dress you are wearing today is very beautiful. Is your mother right? You are wrong, you dance more beautifully than she did back then."

"Ten or twelve..." the bishop sighed, "What a wonderful age, just suitable for dancing."

The bishop smiled and asked him: "Do you want to go to the Sky City? Dance? That is the most suitable place for you to dance now."

Sky City is the place where she went to dance before, he had thought about it a long time ago? Help her dance, so that she doesn't have to work so hard?, so his eyes lit up, and he nodded without thinking: "I'll go!"

"Don't go!!" His voice came out almost at the same time as her hysterical refusal.

She looked at the bishop with terrified tears in her eyes, and said in a trembling voice, "You promised me that as long as I was a business card, you would never take him to the island!"

"Let me think? Think? How long have you made the business card?..." The bishop casually swept across her body, with a kind of hidden disgust and disgust, but on the surface he was still polite, as if It's just a pity, "Of course I also abide by the agreement with you?"

"But as a business card, no matter how beautiful you are now, it's a bit old."

The bishop smiled calmly: "You also know that everyone doesn't like old business cards. Your beauty has made everyone tolerate you so much. Now, it's not easy."

"After all, you're thirty? Three?"

"It's time for me to get a new business card." The bishop looked at him who was still wearing a light veil, as if he had seen a delicious fruit beyond his imagination, satisfied He sighed softly, "Would you like to dance for me tonight for? Your mother?"

He agrees?

So he was taken to the island by the bishop, just like Salome in the story of "Salome" - he played Salome and danced a dance for his nominal father , and came back?.

It turns out that this is dancing, no wonder her clothes are torn every time she comes back, he thought while taking a shower, but he didn’t think it was useful to dance like this? What, or he couldn’t understand? What is this, but he still After washing, just like her dancing, I ran to talk to her happily?

That bastard bishop's father told him that as long as he went to the island to dance for different people every night in the future, she would never have to dance again.

He agreed very readily?

After all, it is still very hard to dance like this, he thought with a sigh like a little man--fortunately, he can dance, so he can dance and support her in the future.

She doesn't have to get hurt, doesn't have to work so hard?

Thinking of this, the smile on his face became more and more cheerful, and he knocked on her door just like listening to her telling stories every night.

Then he was stunned, he saw on the bed, an unprecedented haggard her.

Her eyes were empty, she looked at him who had changed into pajamas, looked at the bruises and wounds under the pajamas, she took two deep breaths tremblingly, originally wanted to pretend nothing had happened to him Squeeze a smile at him as usual, but in the end he couldn't help covering his face and howling?

"I'm sorry!!" She broke down and howled heart-piercingly. She hugged his back forcefully, tears dripping down, "I'm sorry!!"

"I shouldn't have let you come? From this world!!"

"sorry!!"

"it's all my fault!!"

He paused in place in a daze, his shoulders were still quickly wetted by her tears.

There are many things in this world that he can't understand, like he doesn't understand why after he helped her dance, she was twice as emaciated as before dancing by herself.

Every time he comes down from the island, no matter how clean he is to see her, she can still quickly see traces of him going to dance on him, and then wither away little by little. .

"I don't work hard." He expressed himself clumsily, "Don't worry about me, just dance. What? They all praised me as the best dancer on the island."

She looked at him with a very complicated look, as if he was a child who didn't understand anything, and then squeezed out a smile: "Yeah."

"You are the prettiest."

She laughed and shed tears: "You are the most precious."

But no matter how he tried to persuade, how to comfort, how to do, she was still haggard day by day? It was as if she had given birth? A serious illness that could not be cured? Finally, he came from the island? When he came down, he didn't even dare to look at her, for fear that she would look at her with that kind of dead or silent eyes, but there was still a pale smile on his face to comfort him.

In the end, when he was ten or fourteen, no matter how many methods he tried, she was still seriously ill to the point of no return.

In just two years, she has declined from such a bright person to the point of death.

He stood by her bed, turned his face away, and struggled to maintain a cold appearance - so that he could not cry and worry her.

She was lying on the hospital bed, holding his hand with a pale face, and suddenly smiled relievedly: "I don't know what I should do."

"I don't want to stay here and become something that binds you? I feel like a burden, but I know that in your heart I am not. I am your belief, right?"

"—It's like the original you to me."

"I'm afraid that my departure will make you completely lose your direction, but I'm also afraid that if I don't leave, you will keep falling in the wrong direction."

"But now God? God set me free? He made? The choice for me." Tears filled her eyes, but she smiled relievedly, "Leave Sky City, leave here, you dance so beautifully, There is a wider place to be your stage."

"Except? Those brutes, there will be? A lot of people who actually watch the dance admire your beauty—they exist, I've seen."

She left? On a quiet afternoon, he sorted out her belongings and found a photo of her sitting on the bishop's lap, smiling brightly.

In the photo, she doesn't know what she will experience in the future, but she is smiling happily.

He didn't like this picture, but there were too few pictures of her, let alone smiling so happily, so he endured his nausea and kept this picture—he was going to take her The bishop behind it cut it into pieces, but in the end he was reluctant to burn and damage the photo, for fear of really damaging it, so he kept it so disgustingly.

He buried her in the flower field, and then stood alone in the sun? For a long, long time, suddenly went crazy? Turned around and left.

His tears flowed wantonly as he ran.

She said she wanted him to go to a farther place, so he must? Go.

But he failed, and the bishop soon caught him. Back, the whole island was surrounded by ships of the Holy See, and he had nowhere to escape.

Since he was born, he has lived on an isolated island in the sea, in the sky, and after she left, he has nowhere to go and no one to cling to.

When he failed to escape for the seventh time on the [-]th and was beaten up and forced to receive guests in the island of the sky, he looked at the back of the bishop and felt a strong desire to take Picking up a fork from the candlestick next to him and stabbing his nominal father to death.

But he knew it was impossible. There were at least three to four guards from the Holy See around this guy.

When he was about to be forced to perform on the stage again, the bishop, who had always been arrogant towards everyone, suddenly became terrified: "What?! That gentleman went to the island?!"

"That gentleman doesn't like outsiders, clear the place quickly, and clear out all the people in the inner circle! Only accept him!"

Does he know that there are people in the inner circle? Who are these people who are randomly picked out to go out and call the wind and rain, and now for? A guest he doesn't even know the name, who came from the inner circle like a dog driven out of the house Strip driven? Get out.

Even he was left alone, and he was thrown aside casually after his hands and feet were tied up.

He has been on the island for more than two years, and this is the first time he has seen him.

The bishop bowed his head respectfully, and welcomed someone in. He, who was tied up and thrown aside, tried his best to probe his head, and looked over.

This person is wearing a raincoat cloak, wearing boots, a black whip in one hand hanging down? on the ground?, with a grimace mask on his face - all guests who come to the inner circle must wear a mask, a mask There is a voice changer in it, which is convenient for each other to conceal their identities, and to cover up the fact that they came to the island of the sky in a sanctimonious way.

But regular customers can be recognized by everyone.

"I haven't come to this island for a long time." The man's voice was very soft, with a smile, coming from the voice changer in the mask, there was a kind of buzzing sound, which was not clear, "You seem to be The island becomes...a stage?"

Facing this person, the bishop didn't even dare to lift his head, sweating coldly: "Is there? Because you bought and sold the island to us?"

"Don't be nervous, I won't care about the seller's affairs. Since I have sold this floating island to you, then you are the owner and I am the guest." The man smiled, "I will come up today, I just encountered a sad thing, so I want to find someone to accompany me."

"I heard that you have a membership system, but I don't have a business card or a personal referral. I just came up like this, which offends me."

The bishop shook his head frantically, raised his head with bright eyes: "Of course you don't need these!"

"What kind of person do you need to accompany you? We have everything? Everything?."

This person smiled for a while: "He is good at imitating others."

Bishop and fell to the ground? He is a meal.

——On the entire island, there is no one who is better at imitating people than him.

Because he is considered to be the same existence as [Top Card], there are all kinds of guests who come to him, and the requirements are also varied. He has been immersed in a role-playing atmosphere for the past two years, and he has already practiced it? He can instantly imitate the feeling that the other party wants.

So he was beaten up just now, but because of this strange guest's request, he was brought up by the bishop and sent to the room.

The bishop warned him viciously, if he dared to be dishonest, what would he do to this gentleman, take out her bones that were buried under the flower field and throw them into ashes?

So he resisted the restlessness all over his body and sat in the room, hoping that tonight's [dancing] would end soon.

Was this strange guest? Like other guests who asked him to do something very anxiously as soon as he entered the door, but he untied his cloak very slowly, and put the playing card he drew on the island on it. ?On the desktop?, and then sat? On the large sofa opposite him.

The room was very dark, covered with wine-red velvet curtains, only the candlesticks on both sides were burning red candles with thick wrists, burning with blurred light. With this light, he struggled to see clearly? The number of playing cards placed on the table by each guest——

——This is a card of spades. I can't see the details clearly?

The guest's face and figure are even more unclear. He is sitting in the shadow of flannelette and candlelight. He can only see a human figure sitting there with crossed legs and faintly shining through the candlelight. The black leather gloves that came out and the black bone whip casually placed on the knee?

It was raining outside the island, and there was water on the man's gloves and whip.

He is no stranger to this kind of guests who come to the door with their own supplies. He is ready to be whipped later, but this guest suddenly asked him a very strange question:

"Do you like water?" the guest asked him softly.

He paused for a moment: "I like it better."

So the guest laughed and said, "Me too."

"But the child closest to me hated water, but he was born in water."

"I gave him life, but he couldn't produce a soul as I wished and inherit my position." The guest's voice was very soft, as if telling him a story, "And when he At the moment when I am finally willing to give birth to a soul, he will leave me? "

"I watched him grow, but I still couldn't get his attention."

"It's really a sad thing." The guest handed him a piece of clothing with a very gentle tone, "Tonight he will forever betray me for his soul."

"Can you play him and stay with me?"

He stood up hesitantly, not knowing what kind of paly this man was going to play for a moment, but he went behind the curtain, took off his clothes, and changed into the suit that the guest handed him.

It was a very tattered orphanage set that looked like it was worn by a teenager, complete with a bandage over the eye.

The more he looked at it, the more confused he became. When he dressed up and went out, he even wondered for a few minutes whether this person's xp was good.

"Is that how you dress?" he asked.

The guest smiled: "Yes, you are beautifully dressed."

He pursed his lips and sat down, and was about to lean close to the other party's knee very naturally?, but the other party shouted? Stop.

"Don't come over." The guest's tone was very flat, even a little lazy, "Just sit there and don't look back at me."

He asked confusedly: "...then what am I looking at?"

The guest handed him a book: "Read."

It was a book in the style of a fairy tale, but it was full of all kinds of murder details, and it was broken and put together again. He turned it over and looked at the title of the book——"The Slender Ghost Murders" Record".

So he half sat there, reading a book according to the guest's instructions, and the guest looked at him quietly, after a while, he couldn't hold it anymore: "I just need to read..."

"Don't look at me." The guest's voice was flat, "He won't look back at me, you are imitating him, so don't look back at me either."

"Is it enough to read a book?"

The rain outside the island was pattering, and he was looking down at a spooky book of spooky stories under the dim candlelight. There was a strange guest sitting opposite him, looking at him silently, the flannel cloth wrapped around them Swing back and forth very slowly.

This is really too quiet atmosphere, for a while, he was in a trance.

He seems to be sitting on a deck chair behind his small courtyard? She is watching him tenderly reading a story? Book, instead? Not in this dirty room on the island, playing a role for others to dance.

After? I don’t know how long, how long? When he felt that he was going to fall asleep, the other party suddenly said with a smile: "You are sleepy? Are you?"

He woke up suddenly, and subconsciously denied: "No? Yes?!"

"Guest, do you have any other requests?" He cheered up and asked? But he still couldn't hold back a yawn.

The guest on the opposite side seemed to have heard the yawn and chuckled lightly.

He blushed for the first time, sat upright again calmly, straightened up, and asked in a tense tone: "Do you have any other requests?"

——Finally? Dancing? Yes.

"No, tonight is already over?" The opposite guest replied with a smile, "You made me spend it? A very pleasant night."

He was taken aback—was it too early for this line to appear?

"Why do you feel?happy?" He was too curious, so he still asked, "I'm just here to read a book."

The guest smiled and said, "Because I miss you with the help of you? A soul that I can't get? A betrayed soul."

"He has never accompanied me so quietly." After the guest finished speaking, he got up and picked up the whip to leave. He looked back with a masked face? One squatted on the ground? His eyes were still a little confused He laughed, "But you will."

"Thank you for your company tonight."

He almost stuttered: "No, you're welcome."

—This is the first time in his life that he got it on this island? Thank you for the kind words.

"For? Thank you for turning my mood from bad to happy tonight." The man smiled? Laughed, "Have you? What do you think? Do? Things?"

What kind of strange sentence is this? This is the first time he heard it.

He racked his brains to think about answering the guest, but in the end he just asked cautiously: "Is this a reward, a guest? If it's a reward, you already paid it when you went to the island?"

If that bastard bishop knew he dared to take tips from guests in private, he would burn the garden she left behind.

"It's not a reward, it's a transaction." The guest knelt down on one knee and squatted in front of him. The masked face was slightly distorted, as if looking at him and smiling, "It's you who made me feel better." trade."

"My mood is a very precious thing? So you can make a slightly more expensive request."

His fingers slowly curled up and tightened: "I, I don't want to dance this month."

The guest laughed: "Yes."

He gradually became more courageous: "I want to transport a person's bones out and bury them in a real cemetery where no one can find them."

The guest still just smiled: "Yes."

His tone gradually became smaller again, and he looked at the guest very carefully, and made a last request: "I, want to leave this island."

"Just one night, one night? I think? Go outside and have a look."

The guest stood up, his expression cooled down in an instant, and he gritted his teeth in remorse—he really asked too much?!This kind of "injustice" is not easy to find!

Then the next second, the guest stretched out his hand to him and said with a smile, "Yes."

He was completely stunned, staring blankly at the guest's mask.

"You don't hate water, do you?" The guest asked with a smile, "If you leave the island, do you want to go to the sea?"

He put his hand tremblingly into the palm of this guest, then swallowed his saliva, and said, "Think about it."

What's the matter with this man?

What's the matter with him?

When he saw the fluorescent fish and whales floating over his head, he looked blankly at the guest standing opposite him.

The guest smiled and said to him, "Isn't it beautiful?"

"So I don't understand." The guest put one hand on his chin and asked him as if in deep thought, "Why? People hate water? It's so beautiful underwater."

And his mind was empty, and there was only one thought——

——Did he meet? God?