I'm a god in the infinite game

After the dance, instead of making the customary request, he chatted with the guest?

"What do you do?" he asked cautiously.

Guests? Pausing for a moment, he chuckled and said, "I thought it was the rule of this island not to inquire about guests?"

He tensed up quickly, and just as he was about to explain, he heard the guest? He smiled again and said, "I have nothing to do, just an idler who likes to play games?"

Feeling that the other party doesn't mind? Asking the question himself, he relaxed and asked further, "Then why are you leaving all of a sudden?"

"Well, this?" The guest? Thinking? After a moment, he answered, "I can't actually come to this world."

"I can only come here by the prayers and summons of others. The reason why I can stay here for so long this time is because He keeps calling me and making a wish to me."

"But now He has stopped calling me, so I'm leaving."

"I'm praying for you to come, can't I?" he asked.

"No? You don't believe in me." The guest laughed, with a calm tone, "I can see a stronger belief in your soul."

He was startled: "A firmer belief...?"

"She is also beautiful." The guest laughed, "Your faith is also beautiful."

He froze there for a long, long time, before answering with a hoarse voice, with a smile: "...Yes, I think so too."

"Where do you want to leave the island tonight?" The guest asked him as usual, "Is there anything else you want?"

He lowered his head, and slowly clenched the veil on his body. He raised his head with red eyes, but his tone was extremely decisive: "I want to leave this island forever."

"I want to kill all the men on this island?!"

"That's my only wish tonight, okay?"

The guest paused for a while, then suddenly smiled interestingly: "You are—"

"—Are you making a wish to God?"

"There is a price to pay for making a wish to God, do you accept it?"

He was keenly aware that this was different from the previous request? The way the other party looked at him made him shudder, but he still nodded his head: "If you can achieve it, I can accept any price!"

"You're really young, people? Only when you're young can you say such impulsive words." The guest smiled.

"He said that to me not too long ago."

"But as an evil god, I have no reason to refuse sacrifices." The guest raised his head, tapped his forehead with his index finger, and whispered, "That's as you wish."

He passed out in a silver-blue halo?

When he woke up again, it was already the evening of the second day. He was dizzy, and when he stood up while supporting the table, he accidentally shook the playing cards on the table.

There was something written on the fallen playing card. He fixed his eyes and found that the spades playing card read:

[The price of making a wish is pain. 】

[This pain includes yours, as well as those of those you want to kill? I can accept the pain you bring and the pain you generate. 】

[A friendly suggestion, sometimes it's more interesting to keep the people you hate to extract surplus value and pain than to kill them directly. 】

He slowly clenched the spades playing card, his purple eyes darkened, and his breathing became more rapid. At the same time, the door behind him was kicked open, and his father, the bishop, walked in. Suddenly reached out and grabbed his hair? While dragging him out who was struggling, he said to him: "That one is gone."

"Come out to receive other people? Right."

"You are going to receive two people tonight." The bishop narrowed his eyes as he looked at the veil on his body, "Okay? Now there are three people."

"I haven't seen you dance for a long time."

He clenched the spade playing card in his hand more and more tightly, and his breathing became more and more heavy. Before his bishop father threw him into another room, there were already two people dressed in the style of the priest of the Holy See waiting. When he was asleep, the bishop stood up grabbing his shoulders and ordered him with a smile:

"These two priests have been waiting for a long time, you can start dancing."

Almost before he made his first move, a priest charged up with a lewd smile, trying to overwhelm him. He lifted the candlestick next to him and slapped it on the priest's head, screaming in the room. He smiled happily, but soon he was pinned to the ground by the man called in by the furious bishop.

His right wrist was stepped on, and the spade playing card he was holding tightly was released when the opponent's sole twisted hard.

When the group of people surrounded him again and watched him being knocked down to the ground, and the gauze on his body, he looked at the card on the table, pressed by two poker cards, which symbolized his label. Heart Q poker, an unprecedented hatred erupted in his eyes?

kill them! !

I'm going to kill these men?! !

【...A strong desire is detected...】

[Player Heart logs into the game. 】

Inside Sky City, Quan Zhendong, who was still young, waited anxiously and uncomfortably on a seat in the center of the corridor. From time to time, he looked inside with curious and salivating eyes.

In the innermost room, the priest who brought him up tonight ordered the Q of Hearts, which is said to be the most beautiful in Sky City.

He had just received the post of priest of the Holy See, and the senior above him said ambiguously that in order to celebrate his entry into the Holy See, he would take him to a pure land of bliss that only men of the Holy See could go to.

After Quan Zhendong came up, he was shocked for about 10 minutes, and then quickly adapted, but out of a kind of embarrassment, he said temporarily? No? Order the cards - the first time was a bit anxious.

Can wait until next time.

But this kind of polite reserve only lasted until he saw the photo of the Queen of Hearts, he was completely dumbfounded, the priest laughed, and patted him on the shoulder knowingly, saying that I have saved two months of contribution points It takes an hour to order him, and you have to wait in line. If you want, I can give you 10 minutes.

Quan Zhendong pushed and pulled twice symbolically, and then accepted.

But an hour has passed now, and the priest who said he would give him 10 minutes has not come out yet, Quan Zhendong couldn't help but feel a little anxious, he looked and looked in the corridor, and finally looked left and right twice, and found that there was no People? Pay attention to yourself. I couldn't bear it anymore and went straight to knock on the door.

There was no movement inside the door. Quan Zhendong called the priest's name, and a faint voice came from inside: "Help, help..."

That voice didn't sound like he was immersed in something, but he was dying, Quan Zhendong instinctively thought? No, he pushed open the door.

A strong smell of blood rushed towards his face, and Quan Zhendong was stunned by the scene of hell on earth in front of him.

The hanging burgundy flannelette curtains were soaked and blood was dripping down. There were three or four bodyguards lying on the ground who had not moved. Their limbs were twisted. It had completely spread out, if it wasn't for the weak breathing in front of the nasal cavity and the trembling from the pain, Quan Zhendong almost thought they were dead.

Going further inside, the two priests who ordered the hearts can be regarded as? Can you use the word "disemboweled" to describe it? You can see the bones and intestines, and there are burns on the face and face. The priest's lower body was bloody, flat and sunken, and Quan Zhendong's scalp was numb - the thing must be gone!

The bones attached to that thing? You may not even have it!

The two priests were still moving, they were still alive with such terrible injuries!

There were still screams coming from the innermost part of the tent, Quan Zhendong's mind went blank, but out of a curiosity to know what happened, he continued to walk inside.

"Help, help..." This faint cry belongs to the bishop, the owner of the island, but at this moment, this arrogant bishop's cry is as humble as a poker card. Marker, "Help..."

"Let me go."

Amidst the bishop's shrill and weak screams, Quan Zhendong slowly lifted the curtain that blocked all of this, and he completely stayed where he was.

Sitting lazily on the large sofa chair is a person? His purple eyes are almost black under the weak candlelight, and only a trace of purple light can be seen in the flowing eyes. His body is full of blood, as if he was covered with blood. ?Blood dripped from the ends of his hair and the tip of his dangling toes as if he had taken a bath, smudged on the ground.

He was shuffling a deck of cards in his hand, and asked in an unhurried tone, almost playful:

"I'll ask again, what's his name?"

The bishop let out a horrified wheezing sound from his throat, and he broke down crying: "I really don't know!"

"I only know that everyone calls him the king, but I really don't know his name! That gentleman never left his name!"

"Really?" He lowered his purple eyes, blood dripped from his long and curly eyelashes, and his tone seemed to contain some kind of condemnation, "Why don't you know anything."

"Useless man?"

The moment his words fell lightly, the playing cards that were being shuffled in his hand flickered for a moment, and he caught one between his fingers and threw it out.

The bishop's heart-piercing screams sounded again: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The candlelight jumped and illuminated the ground.

Quan Zhendong turned his head that was completely sluggish. Only then did he see the appearance of the bishop on the ground by candlelight.

The bishop also seems to have been washed in blood from the beginning to the end, but it is different from the heart. The heart knows that it was washed by other people's blood at a glance, but the bishop knows that it was washed by his own blood. He is written in big characters. The figure is lying on the ground with a playing card embedded in almost every joint on its body.

It was very painful to see. The bishop was already suffering from muscle spasms, but he was pinned to the ground by the playing cards and could not move.

And the Queen of Hearts poker card just thrown out by Hearts was inserted into the center of the bishop's thing impartially, and blood burst from there instantly.

Quan Zhendong watched the bishop twitch in horror - how could it not hurt!

He was terrified and wanted to run away, but accidentally stepped on the shredded paper when he stepped back, and Heart, who was sitting on the opposite chair, raised his head when he heard the sound?

Blood dripped from Hong Tao's hair, falling down that face that once fascinated Quan Zhendong, but now he only feels fear.

He propped his elbows on the edge of the chair, leaning on the back of the chair as if he had no bones? Then, under the candlelight, Quan Zhendong saw him slowly raise his eyes, draw the corners of his lips, and use those magical eyes The purple eyes looked at him with a half-smile:

"You're my next guest? Are you?"