I'm a god in the infinite game

"But you? You recently invoked the authority of the prophet." Su Chao asked sharply, "Since Captain Cen hates everything about the prophet so much, why do you want to invoke his authority?"

Cen Buming pursed his lips into a straight line, he? He didn't say a word, his face was so dark that water dripped out.

Su Chao took a soft breath: "Let's talk about the handling of the last layer of heresy after adjournment."

"I absolutely disagree with the indiscriminate destruction, which violates the original intention of the establishment of the Bureau of Heretics—what we seek for heretics is not hostility, but a more reasonable attitude and method, whether it is contained or imprisoned, It doesn’t matter if we find a weakness, as members of the Heresy Management Bureau, the moment we step into this place—”

Su Chao raised his eyes: "The boundary between us and heretics is already blurred."

"What to do with heresy, that is? What to do with us."

Cen Buming kept walking in. Gradually, the light around him became brighter, and the numbers of heretics on the doors and valves on both sides were clearly visible—0056, 0055...

These heretics were imprisoned very early, but after being imprisoned for such a long time, they still haven't found a reasonable way to contain them.

When he walked to the side of the heretic number 0009, Cen Buming's footsteps stopped. He raised his eyes to look at the cold iron gate, and did not move for a long time.

"I don't care about other heresies." Cen Unknown's tone was very cold, "but the destruction of heresy 0009 should be put on the agenda."

"Heretic 0009?" Su Chao frowned, "But it is a heresy in the top-secret file set by [Prophet], and it must not be easily moved or destroyed. Why did Team Cen suddenly ask to destroy this heresy?"

Cen Buming looked down at Su Chao with his bright yellow right eye, and said indifferently, "Because it's about to get out of control."

In the dark corridor, only a faint halo of light fell on Cen Unknown's epaulettes, glowing with cold light. He stood quietly in front of the door, as if he wanted to blend in with the heresies surging around him. After a while, Cen Unknown stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of Heretic 0009.

There is a table in the door, and there is only one thing on the table, which is a gun.

Cen Buming walked over, pushed the gun away, looked at the Heretic 0009 file under the ring, lowered his eyes, and reached out to open it——

——【Heretical Number 0009】

[Heretical name? Title: Generation? Hunter? Cen unknown]

[...The original generation? Hunter?, completely reduced the dimensionality in the 0317 world line, the first riot occurred, revoked the position of hunter? Captain, that is, the second generation? Hunter? Tang Erda...]

【...So far, there has been no intention of hurting people in the world line, and there is a tendency to recover, staying on duty for observation...】

On the 0317 world line, Cen Buming shot and killed six people suspected of selling rose perfume in Bai Liu's [Truth or Dare? Adventure] game - and the gun in this room was that gun.

Five of them were indeed sold, but one was only involved and hadn't had time to sell.

Lu Yizhan banned Cen Buming's job as a hunter, and imprisoned Cen Buming in that world line according to the regulations until the last moment of that world.

Unknown Cen died in the room where he was held.

And Lu Yizhan originally thought that when the next world line came, Cen Buming could forget everything and start over from the beginning, and they would never let Cen Buming get involved in the game between him and Bai Liu, Cen Buming If you don't know, you can simply exist as the captain of the second team of the heresy handling bureau.

Catch them? The heretics they want to catch, train them? The team members they want to train, in a precarious world, in order to protect them?

But what Lu Yizhan didn't expect was that Cen Buming had already become a heretic in his reincarnation as a hunter with more than three hundred lines.

Their memories cannot be cleared, and their souls are jumping between world lines called [Cen Unknown] carriers, just like a killing monster that can't stop their hatred, they can only remember forever, causing damage Those people who are in the game——this is the price of being a hunter, and this is the pain that must be delivered after participating in the game.

——The evil god said with a smile, he? Will always remember.

He? A [Hunter?] abandoned by a [Prophet].

Cen Buming still remembers the look in Lu Yizhan's eyes when he found him? He still had memories—shocked, unbelievable, and sad.

Then Lu Yizhan filed them into custody as heretics, and even retained their position as the captain of the second team, just monitoring them.

"Lu Yizhan." Cen Buming looked at Lu Yizhan who was working on his files. He folded his arms and said calmly, "You? Since you think I made a mistake in the last world, you? Don't want to use me? gone."

"You? You might as well kill me."

"If you do something wrong, it's a mistake. You? There's no need? Show mercy to me."

The pen that Lu Yizhan was writing stopped. He lowered his head and continued to write, with a flat voice: "...you? You have already died once, and you have paid for your sins."

"The last world line is a matter of the previous world line, and this world line is a matter of this world line. If you want to settle accounts across time and space, then everyone will have to blame yourself for not doing it different things, pay a different price.”

"Is there any difference?" Cen Buming asked unmoved, "They are all the same soul, the same me."

"If something like that happens again, I will still make the same choice."

"But you in this world line?" Lu Yizhan finally raised his head, and there was a clear firmness in his eyes, "Haven't you done it yet?"

Cen Buming and Lu Yizhan looked at each other for a while, and he slowly looked away: "...Lu Yizhan, you? Still don't understand..."

"No matter which world line it is, people who have done something wrong will not change."

"One day, I will do the same thing as that world line."

The pen in Lu Yizhan's hand remained silent for a long, long time before he wrote a stroke. His voice was inaudible: "...waiting for you? I really did it."

"I will definitely kill you with my own hands?"

——Just like Fang Dian back then, killing the captain of the second team of the rebellion.

Cen Buming closed the file of heresy 0009, he turned around and left the room, before finally leaving, he looked back at the heresy with the number [0001] at the end of the corridor.

——A heresy named [Future].

All kinds of heresies on this level cannot be contained by ordinary methods, except for the danger and uncertainty, because the heresies on this whole level are more or less related to people—some are people? Some heresies, such as 0009, and some heresies with people as the carrier, such as [eyeball food].

Destroying the heresy of this layer is destroying the human body itself, so what Su Chao said was right.

But the only heresy that Cen doesn't know is related to who? It's [Future].

It is said that those who have spied on the [future] are all crazy, and the only one who is not crazy is Bai Liu.

Cen Buming has never peeked into the [future], because he has already guessed what his [future] will be like, and that guy at Lu Yizhan has never peeked into the future. This person rarely even makes predictions, obviously Possesses a skill like [Prophet], but is always reluctant to use it.

Cen Buming asked Lu Yizhan why he didn't want to.

Lu Yizhan always scratched his head with a silly smile: "Because I don't want to know."

"I'm afraid of what [the future] will look like. It's not what I thought it would be."

"Team Cen." A team member's reminder came from the surveillance ring, "It's time, come up."

Cen's unknown gaze stopped for a moment, then turned around, his back turned to the darkness, and his voice was steady: "Mmm."

"Give me a half-day rest tomorrow, am I busy? I don't have to go out to work."

The team member replied: "Okay, Team Cen."

In the game, the Wandering Circus Guild, the conference room.

"The date of the competition is tomorrow. There are four teams that have advanced to the semi-finals. Besides us, there are Deer Hunters, Killer Sequence, and Gamblers Guild." Wang Shun sighed, "The ones who have the right to draw are Killer Sequence and Hunter Sequence. Deerman? We've been drawn by the Deerhunter."

Mu Sicheng looked at the system panel that Wang Shun clicked with a little hair on his back: "Is there something in their team, neurotic, little? Ugly?"

"Little Ugly Daniel, the Deer Hunter is this year's main attacking trump card." When Wang Shun mentioned the name, his voice trembled uncontrollably, "Skill... the soul-crushing gun."

"The cd is [-] minutes? One round. After one round, you can shoot a green bullet. When the bullet hits, your soul will be shattered immediately, and the gold medal for avoiding death will be invalid... It is said that players who also died under this gun will not be able to Resurrection, the whole person? It will dissipate directly in the game, and you can't even log out of the game."

"This is the most dangerous and most discussed skill this year, and because of this skill, the clown's popularity has soared since the mid-season, and it is currently ranked ninth."

"And their team's president and tactician [Unidentified Executioner?] is ranked third, second only to Nishen and Spades. This year, the Killer Sequence is removed, and the second team has two of them who are popular. Top ten teams."

Wang Shun took a deep breath. He reached out and clicked on the system panel, with a serious tone and expression:

"The Executioner's skill is [Death Ring]. We have introduced it before. This [Death Ring] can generate many kinds of punishment props, and the most terrifying one is a well."

A picture popped up on the panel, and a dark well appeared in the picture. There seemed to be countless monsters surging in the well. They stretched out their hands covered with sticky blood, trying to grab the person above and fall down. The edge of the well mouth It has an abnormal silver-blue luster.

"The name of this well is [Sinner Well], and the executioner can be identified as a guilty person? Trapped in it, and the players trapped in it are absolutely impossible to come out by themselves, and trapped in this well Most of the players who failed to come out of it also died in reality."

Wang Shun took a deep breath: "—even if there is a gold medal for avoiding death."

"The CD of this skill is thirty? ten? minutes, but again, after this skill is activated, it can also last thirty? ten? minutes."

"I'm sure you'll understand when you hear this skill description." Wang Shun exhaled slowly, "Whether it's the executioner or the clown, their skills have been guessed to be regular skills. "

"—To put it simply, it is [a skill bestowed by God]."

"The only good news for us is that whether it's a clown or an executioner, their skills can only be activated on one person at a time, and the [Sinner Well] can only swallow one person at a time. players, and bullets can only shoot one team member at a time."

Wang Shun forced a smile.

The field was silent, and no one answered. Tang Erda showed no emotion on his face, and murderous aura spread all over his body. He? Said very slowly: "No matter what method you use, you should kill the clown at the beginning. "

"Absolutely don't let his bullets touch it."