I'm a god in the infinite game

So Phoebe became a prophecy. The little witch defected during the critical period of the first two months of the league. It can be said that the entire king's guild was in chaos in an instant. Phoebe was immersed in an unprecedented low pressure. She almost went crazy. He went straight to Bai Liu, but was stopped by Heart.

"At least give us a chance, let's see what kind of person she chooses?" Heart said to Phoebe, "I won't let you intervene in this matter until you calm down. "

"Do it for you?" Phoebe raised an eyebrow, "A coward will only miss the opportunity again and again."

"If you choose the most suitable method from the beginning, the witch will not defect at all. It is you who left her a gap - at the beginning I asked you to kill Liu Huai, but you didn't do it. Later? I let you You don’t want to pretend to be Liu Huai, and now? Now? Someone is willing to kill and replace Liu Huai at the same time, so it’s only logical for the witch to defect.”

Heart paused: "That's true, but the gap may also be freedom of choice, isn't it?"

"It's her own choice."

Phoebe paused, then sneered and said, "I watched the replay, so it's Liu Huai's choice rather than the little witch's choice?"

"It's also her choice." Heart said, "I can bring her back? But only if you don't interfere."

Phoebe replied, "You better be able to."

Heart saw the player who also used the bone whip——Bai Liu, he was flying in the small TV screen, with a very leisurely smile on his face, and opened in the wind created by Qi Yifang. With his own hands, he laughed wantonly.

The wind blew Bai Liu's broken hair, he smiled and stretched out his hand to Liu Jiayi and said, "Yes."

"Whatever you want to do, whatever you choose, it's fine."

【Can. 】

【You can do whatever you want. 】

The familiar feeling that follows like a shadow made Heart's fingers curl up slightly. He stood still in front of Bailiu's small TV for a long time, and the entourage next to him carefully reminded him: "Queen?"

"Sorry, I was distracted just now." Hongtao lowered his eyelashes and raised his hand to order. He turned his head away from watching Bailiu's small TV, and said indifferently, "Surround and kill him."

...Could it be him?

Or was he just another trick he set up on purpose, playing his game - like spades, after? He calmly and clearly followed him to choose death, and then released? Such a player more like him?Continue Induce him to live and suffer endlessly in this game.

All the ups and downs of thoughts are only for a moment, and the heart quickly returns to its original? Lazy look? Orders are ordered in an orderly manner, and Bai Liu is surrounded and suppressed with fierce methods—even if it is really him, taking away the one he has carefully cultivated. The sole heir always has to pay some price.

...If it is really him, he can easily survive these methods?

"So that's why you let him take away the little witch?" Phoebe looked at Heart coldly, "You still let me be the top?"

"Do you think this Bai Liu is similar to the guest you have been waiting for?"

Hearts glanced at Phoebe from the corner of the eye: "Charles stepped in to protect him."

"You just let him go?" Phoebe sneered, "You can use this as an excuse to prevaricate other people in the guild, but you can't fool me. If you really want to encircle him, then count Charles as meddling, he now? He must be dead too."

"Bone whip, soul, love of trading, tone of voice, style of doing things, and even attitude towards the little witch, all remind you of yourself? Don't you? Bai Liu and that guest are very similar? And because of ? Because of this similarity, your heart softens towards this man named Bai Liu."

Hearts were silent.

"Hearts." Phoebe said indifferently, "You will regret letting Bai Liu go today."

Soon, this day of regret will come?

The pupils of Hearts tremblingly looked at Bai Liu in the school uniform in the first team battle of the Challenger League—he knew that school uniform, and he also wore it. He still remembered that it was the first one he wore after he became an adult. The clothes on the table, the imitation of the first man - is the guest brought? Clothes and requirements.

【The pupils of that child? are black. 】

[Don't look at me like that, the way he looks at me? It's very cold, he hates me, and he won't look at me with such loving eyes. 】

【He refused to kill me. 】

【Speaking of it, he is about the same age as you, and he is also eighteen years old this year. 】

Hearts have never seen that guest looking at the imitated self with such emotional eyes - even when imitating the silver-blue child for the first time, the guest's eyes were still calm There was nostalgia in the middle, not much emotion, but after he imitated completely according to the other party's request that time, the other party's eyes had a very peculiar emotion - he was looking forward to "him", or to be more precise , the guest is looking forward to the boy he is imitating.

The guest wore a mask, smiled and said to the boy he played: "I look forward to you, to the day when you grow up, have desires, and come to me."

"I can't wait to meet you."

He asked the guest, who is this?

The guest smiled and said, "This is the future? The one who will kill me."

"Or to be more precise? To describe, this is me with a soul."

He tremblingly and confusedly asked softly: "What do you mean, a you with a soul?"

"I am a god without a soul, and the human being you are playing is a derivative of me. To be more precise, he has the same appearance, the same personality traits, and the same desires as me. Except that he is not a god, he is exactly like me in everything, he can be said to be a mortal version of me."

"It stands to reason that he was derived from me, so there shouldn't be anything different about him from me, but it's very strange that in this world, he is the same as me except for his appearance, and his personality traits and desires are all the same as mine. I'm totally different, and most importantly—"

The guest sat up straight slowly, and his tone rose slightly: "—I don't have a soul, but he does."

"A [me] with a soul, I can imagine how powerful he is. If there is something in this world that can kill me, it must be him."

"Why did you show such an angry expression when you heard that I was going to be killed by him?" The guest looked at Heart with a smile, tilted his head to one side and rested it on the back of his hand, his tone was slightly loose, with A vague ambiguity, "Since you like me so much, you might like him more than me."

"Because I don't understand [love], but he can."

"I won't like him!" Heart showed an expression as if he had been humiliated, and he retorted angrily, "I won't like a person who wants to kill you! My like is not so easy to be Transfer things!"

"Oh? Really?" The guest's tone was lingering, and the corners of his lips curled up in a half-smile, "You've only seen me twice, why do you like me?"

"Just because I appeared at the right time, at the right place, and with the right ability to help you realize your wish, so you like me, don't you?"

"Is it me that you like, or this person who appeared so well? If this person is not me, but someone else, would you like him?"

Hearts stood still on the spot, he raised his head in disbelief, his eyes were wide open, his breath was short of breath, but he couldn't answer a single word.

The guest gave a soft laugh. He stood up, lowered his eyes, adjusted his black leather gloves, and pulled them up. He didn't look at the heart half-kneeling in front of him, as if He opened his mouth as if chatting leisurely, with a smile in his tone, with a cool tone:

"From what I understand, human liking is also a superficial and utilitarian thing that can be easily created and transferred."

The guest said with a smile: "If you really want to prove to me that you won't like him, and express your loyalty to my liking—"

"—Then kill him and prove it to me."

The moment the voice fell, Hearts felt that the guest patted Hearts lightly on the head. He turned his head and looked at Hearts with a smile in his eyes, as if he was looking at Hearts, or The person playing the role of Heart Tao: "If you really like me that much."

Heart's pupils trembled slightly.

— This was the first time the guest touched him.

"What a rare visitor." Charles folded his hands in front of himself, looked at the heart that had pushed open the door of his office, and said with a smile, "What is it that can make the proud queen finish reading it?" After the Challenger League, the meeting against the enemy is not held? Come here non-stop? Knock? The dirty door of me, a gambler?"

Hearts walked in front of Charles, looking at him rightly: "I want to know the news behind Bai Liu."

"The news behind it?" Charles spread out his hands, and he asked with a polite smile, "The queen has been working with me for a long time, so of course I am willing to sell you a lot of news, after all, I even created a gamblers' guild last year." I have done all these things to invest in spades under my false identity."

"That doesn't count as you helping me." Heart retorted indifferently, "It's because you yourself need an extreme gambler to promote your status as Spade and increase his popularity. That's why you Agree to cooperate with me."

Last year, Hearts was for contact with Spades, that’s why they spent points to cooperate with Charles—he wanted to ask how the bone whip in Spades’ hands came from. Generally speaking, novices will support themselves the most. The gamblers in the game have private associations, but the spade player does not follow the usual path. The spade has scored so many points, this person does not give any extra attention to the gamblers on the scoreboard Thoughts of a private association?

In the end, it was Hearts who had a fight with him on the field, bloody and bloody, and only then did they get a reply from Spades about the origin of the bone whip—【I don't know】.

"Last year I fell in love with spades, and this year I fell in love with white willows." Charles teased, "Queen, your vision is really good, and you can pick accurately every time? My dark horse, last year you were willing to touch spades. Work with me for the same reason this year?"

"I don't like Bai Liu." Hearts retorted indifferently, "I just want news from him."

Charles shrugged: "Well, it's my basic professional ethics not to ask clients, but the news here is for sale, what kind of news do you want? Career? Background? Marriage? Love? Or is it related to the league? "

"For the sake of our cooperation for so long, I will give you a friendly price, [-] points per piece."

Hongtao raised her eyes: "I want all the news you know about Bai Liu, no matter how much or how little."