I'm a god in the infinite game

Since then, this strange guest, or the "god" he thought? Come every night.

On the second night, the guest still brought the same set of clothes and books, but the difference was that he also wore a pair of contact lenses, or color contact lenses this time?

He hesitated to open the color contact lens box that the customer handed him with a smile——in it was a pair of silver-blue contact lenses.

"I came here last night? In a hurry, I forgot to bring this." The guest asked politely, "I haven't used this, buy a pair that is the safest, do you mind wearing it?"

Of course he didn't mind.

Behind the curtain? After changing into the shabby orphanage clothes and the pair of silver-blue contact lenses? He sat there flipping a book, under the gaze of the guest?, he had a Instantly the scalp is numb.

——The look in his eyes was different from last night, after he put on this contact lens.

The way the guest looked at him became very focused, or... nostalgic, as if he had been guarding such a statue countless times in this hazy silence. Will he? Talk, won’t? Look at him, Only? Turning the book and reading the silver-blue glasses sculpture, so quietly spent tens of millions of years.

As if sensing his tension, the guest chuckled and said, "Would my gaze? Make you uncomfortable?"

After hesitating for a while, he shook his head honestly: "No?"

——Although this guest looked at him intently, his eyes were different from those?

There was no desire in his eyes, just pure and calm watching - like watching a character in a TV show, or an npc in a game.

The way the guests looked at him did not treat him as a human being.

But he always felt that in the eyes of this guest, he looked much more human than in the eyes of other guests.

After the two of them spent a while in silence in this silence, he tentatively asked, "Do you... like the child I played?"

The guest pondered for a while, he seemed to be thinking about his question, and then chuckled: "I don't really understand what you mean by liking."

"I just got used to his company, even though he never responded to me."

"Is this child your heir?" He subconsciously replied, "Then if he wants to leave, you can absolutely not let him go."

——Is this how every man in this inner circle treats their children? They can arrange what they want to do with their children.

Business cards, heirs, jobs—everything will be arranged.

These "children" are like him, as long as they are born in the family of a man in the inner circle, they will never be able to leave the control of the inner circle and the Holy See. The trajectory of their lives has been clearly planned from the moment they were born , no deviation is possible.

So he was a little confused when faced with this situation—a man who was powerful enough to make the men in the inner circle clear the field was actually hurting himself because of his child who was about to leave.

This is so bizarre.

"When He had no soul and was just a sculpture, I could easily keep Him by my side." The guest replied with a chuckle, "But after He has a soul, it's no longer possible. .”

"He will endlessly resist my restraint and retention for what he longs for, for the person he wants to protect, and for the moment when he gives birth to a soul."

The guest looked at him full of nostalgia and some kind of deep emotion that he couldn't understand: "He understands liking and possesses a soul."

"He is no longer my kind, and we can no longer sit under the stars? and get along so quietly."

"You can take me down to the sea." He stated clumsily, "You should be a god-like existence, right? You can't keep this child?"

The guest replied with a smile: "Even if you are a god, you can't keep a person with a soul."

He straightened his back slowly, and he repeated the guest's words in a confused, full of uncontrollable yearning: "A person with a soul?"

Her words rang in her ears again: [Leave here, leave the city of the sky. 】

[There is a wider stage waiting for you. 】

"Thank you for your company tonight." The guest stood up, put on his cloak, and thanked him with a smile, "Is there anything you want?"

His mind was in a mess, he said a lot casually, and the guests accepted everything they ordered.

"You, can you take me away from this island tonight?" The last request, he said cautiously, "Just go into the sea like last night."

"Going to the sea..." The guest laughed, "If it's just outlying islands, do you like the sky?"

He froze.

The guest stretched out his leather-gloved hand to him, and smiled gently: "I'll take you to see the universe, the place where I was born, shall I go?"

His eyes lit up, and he put his hand on it without hesitation: "Go!"

That night, when the guests sent him back to the island, his mind was blank, and those silver-blue vast stars were still floating around. He fell into the thick quilt with a dazed expression, and then suddenly controlled I couldn't help jumping up excitedly, groaning and punching the air frantically, and then fell backwards, falling into the quilt and hugging the pillow back and forth? Rolling and kicking.

Too beautiful.

It turns out that the world is so big.

As she said, it's so vast.

He slowly and cherishedly took out the photo from the clothes on his chest, and quickly covered the top of the photo with a section of the dog man, only looking at the sunny her, and then slowly pasted her cherished on himself Then slowly curled up into a ball, curled up in the quilt, and fell asleep with a smile on his face.

The starry sky outside the island is brilliant.

The guests came almost every night during that time, and he took him to see the most borderline scenery, and responded to all his requests.

Sit on the ocean and watch mermaids swim by, under the ice in Antarctica? Look at those? Congealed ancient animals, crowded on the train with people coming and going.

Guests would sometimes? jokingly say to him: "That passenger's mirror? One day? Explode."

Will he ask doubtfully, "Why?"

Will the guest? Laughing, "I designed it to explode because I thought it was fun."

In short? It's the kind of words he can't understand at all, but it doesn't prevent him from having a good time.

No one has ever taken him to play, and he seems to have got the friend she said.

But he knew that this guest would have to leave one day, but he didn't know why, and he was unwilling to face the fact that this guest was going to leave as if he was escaping.

But one day, the guest mentioned it himself. He looked at him who was flipping through the book, and suddenly said, "I won't come tomorrow night."

"Where do you want to go tonight?"

The tone of the guest talking about this matter was so relaxed, as if saying goodbye to an after-dinner TV program? It was as easy as saying, as if he didn't know how cruel it was to him.

His hands shaking as he flipped through the book, he raised his head in disbelief, and then quickly calmed down. Come on, he asked, "Is that the only way you won't come tomorrow?"

"No." The guest replied with a smile, "I won't come again in the future."

He sat there for a long time, don't turn his face away, control his emotions, make himself look as cold as possible, and then suddenly jumped up from the spot as if thinking of something, and ran hastily while saying: "Wait me a moment?!"

"Then wait for me first?!"

His tears still fell? Here he is, wiping away his tears indiscriminately, and at the same time, he dug out the gauze dress from a cabinet he hid under the quilt bed—the one dancing "Salome" gauze.

[Will there be many people in this world who really appreciate your beauty—they exist, and I have seen them. 】

He took a deep breath, put on this set of gauze clothes, and walked out almost with trembling shoulders.

"I can, can I give you a dance?" He asked tremblingly.

The guest said gently: "Yes."

Under the candlelight, next to the velvet, he has danced this dance countless times. Through the dim candlelight and the velvet, those people stared at him with the most hated and disgusting eyes - just like they used to Just staring at her.

But not this time, not at all this time.

The guest sat there quietly, didn't jump halfway to rush up, didn't lie on the ground to touch his feet, didn't say something implicitly? He now? understood, but disgusted provocative sentences?.

After he finished dancing, he turned around, with tear-filled purple eyes, tightly clutching the hem of the skirt with both hands, and asked the guest softly, "Does it look good?"

"It's beautiful." The guest replied with a smile, "Your soul is as beautiful as the dance."

He finally laughed, tears rolled down his face, he took two steps back very reservedly, raised the hem of his skirt and lowered his head slightly, and made the curtain call gesture of her dance drama that he had watched thousands of times in the video:

"Thanks for watching."