Chapter 95 Hopeless Sea (End) Zero-Return to Zero
Chang Xu walked step by step towards the statue in the center of the altar.
Countless thoughts that did not belong to him washed over his consciousness and gradually became integrated with his thinking.
We are surrounded by strange and bizarre sights, and the shadow of a huge whale floats above our heads. The walking people feel as if they are on the bottom of the sea, stumbling forward step by step.
A stone tablet appeared in front of him again. Chang Xu stopped and glanced at the inscriptions. The corresponding information was read by the system interface, showing broken words:
[Rules...pollution...sacrifice...]
[Sin...eating...nightmare...]
Thinking automatically fills in the blank spaces between words, weaving into strange illusions :
An ancient creature with an ugly appearance rose from the ground, and began to be damaged from the corners. Its limbs disappeared piece by piece, as if it was being eaten by an invisible thing.
Thick black smoke spurted out from the fracture, covering the entire sea area. All living things were erased inch by inch as if by an eraser, disappearing in place, leaving only the empty ship.
Chang Xu unconsciously sorted out his experiences since the dungeon in his mind.
At the beginning, Captain Crouch asked the passengers to sleep, saying that if they woke up halfway, they would disappear into thin air...
There is no night on the island, and the sky is always the color of dusk; on the island The layout of the building does not conform to common sense, and the feng shui is weird; there is a high probability that there is a parallel space in the clock tower, and several teams of players who went to explore did not encounter each other...
The hands of the fate pocket watch that mark the objective time are stagnant...
The answer was already clear. Chang Xu heard a voice spit out strange syllables in his ear, like a divine command: "Wake up...leave this long dream that does not belong to you..."
The surrounding scene shook violently, and the brightness in front of him increased at a speed that was perceptible to the naked eye. Chang Xu had a premonition that this was a precursor to the awakening of a big dream.
He had an intuition that he could clear the level as long as he woke up. In other words, there was a force that didn't want him to continue moving forward, so he wanted to send him away as a compromise.
But he can't leave.
Qisi and Liu Yuhan are still in the hands of the puppet master. If he fails to bring the Poseidon Scepter back, they will die.
Chang Xu closed his eyes and stated calmly and seriously: "This is not a dream."
In the endless void, the invisible world line was briefly distorted, and the space inside became stable again, and the brightness gradually returned to the original darkness.
Chang Xu opened his eyes and continued to move forward without changing his expression.
The phantoms of various marine creatures float in the void, and the distant wind blows ancient songs that have no meaning.
The white statue with tentacles and fish head is just a few steps away, and the last stone tablet stands on the ground directly in front.
Chang Xu walked over and read the records on the stone tablet one by one. He knelt down and bent down according to the instructions above.
"The master of time and space who wanders between life and death."
"The master of destiny who is in charge of disasters and blessings."
"The immortal existence that announces doomsday and apocalypse."
>The moment he finished reciting the three lines of the god's name, a figure with black hair and black robes appeared in front of Chang Xu's eyes. It seemed to be an illusion. The edges were blurred to the point of being almost transparent, and only a pair of golden eyes were extremely bright.
The illusion flashed past, and the figure disappeared without a trace. Only a white scepter remained where it originally stood. The two-meter-high slender object stood straight and lonely, with a sharp top like It is the legendary trident.
Chang Xu reached out and held the scepter in his hand, which felt cold to the touch. At the moment of touch, messy characters flew around crazily on the system interface, like program code running incorrectly.
[Name: Poseidon Scepter]
[Type: ## (data deleted) ##]
[Effect: ## (data deleted) ##]< br>
【Remarks: ## (Error!) ##】
All the information about the entire island was recorded into the brain. In addition, it also included sea areas far and near, even areas so remote that common sense could not comprehend them.
The huge water system and the small pieces of land in it seem to have become part of the soul, a continuation of the body and an extension of the limbs.
The consciousness was mixed into a ball, and it was no longer clear, but Chang Xu still knew what he should do.
He held the cold white scepter tightly, turned around with difficulty, and walked along the way he came, towards the direction where Qisi and Liu Yuhan were standing.
The young man standing next to the [The Dead Stops Here] stone tablet is still holding the girl's slender neck tightly. The girl looked at him with pitiful and sad eyes, as if asking for help.
Chang Xu walked up to the young man and raised his hand as if handing over the scepter: "Let them go."
"Okay." The young man stretched out his left hand to take the scepter with a sincere smile, "We Xila's reputation has always been very good, and I, the puppet master, never break his promise."
Chang Xu felt that this sentence was a bit strange. Before he could understand the violation behind it, the young man had already flipped his wrist and handed over the power. The tip of the rod pierced him.
He wanted to dodge, but the power of Poseidon burst out from the top of the scepter, making him unable to move.
He lowered his gaze and saw that his chest was penetrated, and the blood flowed down the pale scepter, soaking the young man's pale fingers, and a few drops splashed on the white shirt.
The cold rain poured down from high in the sky, and the salty smell made it sound like waves rising from the bottom of the sea. The noisy sound of raindrops hitting the sand and the sound of waves were difficult to distinguish, and for a while, even the sound of waves oscillating from a distance was heard. The bells all seemed ethereal and silent.
Someone asked with a smile deep in their memory: ‘Is this a prayer bell, or a death knell? ’
The blood was drained away along with the strength, and the severe pain after the heart was penetrated pulled the consciousness into chaos.
Chang Xu knelt down weakly on the ground, regurgitating scattered memories like a tide, and the scenes flew by, making it difficult to capture.
In the misty darkness, he heard the voice of God, sacred and solemn:
"Wake up."
......
Qisi pulled out his scepter and watched Chang Xu's body fall to the ground, failing to stir up any dust.
It rained heavily, and soon a shallow pool formed on the stone platform, washing away the blood and overflowing in all directions, diluting it into a light pink color.
Qisi looked at Chang Xu who was lying motionless on the ground. He was still not at ease, so he picked up the scepter and stabbed the corpse's back a few more times.
Determining that the man was no longer dead, he bent down and groped the body from top to bottom. Regrettably, he found that the man was so poor that he had nothing on him except clothes.
He retracted his hand without interest and looked at Liu Yuhan, who was beside him with eyes blank: "Let's go, let's take the real TE customs clearance route."
Liu Yuhan was still immersed in the daily routine. When Chang Xu died, Qisi asked blankly: "Why did you kill him? Isn't he his teammate?"
"Because he is useless..." Thinking of Chang Xu's death, Qisi Feeling good now.
As he walked in the direction of his destination, he answered with a smile: "A fool like him who has a heart full of virginity and likes to broadcast live broadcasts will be a big trouble if he stays. Rather than letting him discover any clues in the future, chase him. He is traveling around the world with me, so why not give him a ride now? It will be convenient for both of us.”
Liu Yuhan's breathing became rapid, mixed with clear fear.
Chis comforted her kindly: "Don't worry, I won't do this to you. After all, your soul is in my hands, and I don't have to worry about you doing anything beyond my control."< br>
"Of course, once you have a wrong idea, it will only be more convenient for me to kill you than to kill him."
Liu Yuhan listened in silence, fists clenched.
Yes, she signed a soul contract and mortgaged her soul to the unknown evil god... As long as she is in the game from now on, her thoughts will be known to Qiss, and her actions will be known at any time. Under the control of Qiss, she will no longer be herself, but a tool of the devil and an accomplice to harm others...
What is the difference between the so-called "soul contract" and "puppet silk"? No, maybe it's even worse. The puppet is the "dead", and all sins have nothing to do with the life; and she is still alive, so she must be sober and serve the banquet of sin...
She is the most correct. Her only choice was to commit suicide immediately and vow not to associate with the devil, but she was unwilling to die like this and give up the hard-won new life...
"Are you interested in signing another contract?" Liu Yuhan heard Zeiss asked in a smiling voice.
She was startled and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but soon thought: things have reached this point and it can't get worse.
So, she asked in a strange way: "What contract?"
Chis turned his head and looked into the girl's eyes: "If you clear another hundred dungeons, I will let you go free."
The bloody contract paper is spread out in the palace of thought. It is already covered with gilded handwriting, which is the terms of the contract signed before. A golden quill appeared out of thin air and added a line of small words at the end of the paper.
Liu Yuhan saw that new text was refreshed on the system interface.
[Soul Redemption Progress: 0/100]
One hundred copies is a lot, and it may seem like an impossible task at first glance, but it is better than being manipulated by others forever. At least there is hope again in the gloomy life.
Liu Yuhan is accustomed to climbing towards hope. In the past eighteen years, her goal was to get into a big city and leave the small town where she was born and raised; but now, her goal is to clear one hundred dungeons. It will definitely be achieved, just like back then...
"If you want to be free, just try to clear more dungeons. One dungeon a day, it only takes more than three months, isn't it?" Si smiled and encouraged, walked a few steps forward, and stopped in front of a long-dead skeleton in the coconut grove.
This is the skeleton he asked Chang Xu to bring down from the top floor of the bell tower. In his understanding, it is also the key to successfully clearing this dungeon.
He pulled out the recorder from the toolbar, pressed the play button, and bent down to place it at the skeleton's feet.
"God, save me..."
A familiar singing voice sounded, and Liu Yuhan didn't know why: "What is this for?"
Qis explained patiently: "You should already know Yes, Yuna wants to become a being similar to a 'god'; she sacrifices the lives of others to the sea god in order to live forever without being bullied in this sea far away from the world."
Liu Yuhan thought for two seconds. , nodded.
"With your IQ, you should be able to analyze that this sea area does not belong to reality, but is a dream space. After we fall asleep in the so-called 'Devil's Triangle Sea Area', we will be automatically transported here; death Here it will disappear.”
Liu Yuhan recalled the ship in the opening scene of the dungeon and the alarmist words of Captain Crouch on the ship, and nodded lightly.
Chis picked up the tape recorder and stood next to the skeleton: "Then I will give you another clue. The first group of people Yuna sacrificed were slaves during the triangle trade. They hoped to block the shipping routes to foreign lands. To end the misfortune of the ethnic group, Poseidon built this group dream based on their wishes, which is the Hopeless Sea."
"Yuna lied to them," Liu Yuhan understood. "The triangular trade did not stop there. Yuna just used their lives to encircle the sea area under her control and proclaimed herself their savior. How do they feel when they realize that their sacrifices have not made a difference, and instead, some members of their tribe have died because of them?”
The heavy rain fell on the ground, splashing tiny droplets of water in the air. Suspended into a white mist.
Qisi was immersed in the water color of the whole world, and the water flowed down the tips of his hair from his cheeks, and seeped into his already soaked shirt.
Ghosts with fish heads and human bodies poked their heads out from among the layers of coconut trees, and gathered around the skeleton. The yin and yang may have been hindered from communicating for a while, but now they are both deceased, their memories and thoughts are connected, and the long-buried truth has resurfaced.
The ghosts seemed to understand something, whimpering and roaring mixed together. The scenery oscillates and is mixed into mottled masses, just like the kinks and tangles when waking up from a dream.
The rain connected all existence. Qisi raised his eyes and saw a beautiful woman in a blue dress not far away.
The beautiful appearance showed sadness and confusion, as if asking Qiss why he did this.
"The answer is simple, because you can't give me more benefits, so I have to continue to pursue the perfect clearance I want." Qisi smiled in the rain, and the malice behind the smile was profound.
The scenery blurred into a vast expanse of white, and Yuna’s image could no longer be seen through the fog.
Amidst the noisy sound of rain, Qisi bowed slightly, and the width of his smile gradually became exaggerated: "People believe in God just to fabricate a glimmer of hope for themselves in the difficult survival, to make themselves believe that suffering will eventually be rewarded. , the soul will eventually be saved."
"Based on the doctrine you once believed in, you should have heard: 'The Messiah will suffer and die before he establishes his kingdom.'"
< br>"Since you want to proclaim yourself a god, then please——die first. Hahahaha!"
Amid the crazy laughter, the background of the scene darkened, and lines of silver-white text were refreshed on the system interface.
[All world views have been cracked]
[Congratulations to the players for clearing the multiplayer copy "Hopeless Sea"]
[God is God himself, he does not need to love the world, nor does he need to ask for faith ;Those who try to become gods and seek faith through deception will eventually suffer backlash]
The sound of rain never stops.
The darkness around him slowly dissipated, and Zis found himself standing on the deck of a huge sailboat. His hair and shirt were still dry, and they were slightly fluttering in the sea breeze.
He then realized that the heavy rain he had just heard was just the sound of waves lapping against the side of the ship.
He looked around and saw that the ship was quite empty. Apart from him, there were only two people, Liu Yuhan and the captain. To be precise, there was one person and one ghost.
The [Destiny Pocket Watch] in the item bar has returned to usable status. It seems that he has left the group dream of the Hopeless Sea.
Looking at the effect of [returning objective time by one minute] that had not been used yet, Qiss was ready to commit suicide.
He immediately walked up to the captain and asked with a gossipy face: "This ghost, what is your relationship with Yuna? It's not like you fell in love with her, so you were willing to help her deceive people to come here, right?"
“…”
The time rewind effect is activated, and the pocket watch icon in the item bar turns gray.
Reminiscent of the phantom pain caused by death, Zeiss lay obediently on the side of the ship, far away from the captain, to prevent him from getting into trouble with this simple-minded NPC with well-developed limbs again.
The huge sailing ship sailed slowly on the sea, and Qisi smelled the bloody smell blurred by water vapor, mixed with the salty sea breeze coming from a distance.
He raised his eyes and saw a snow-white corpse lying on a black rock. The ragged blue cloth hung on the limbs and was stained with little blood.
Several monsters with fish heads and human bodies were lying around the corpse, gnawing at the skin and flesh. The exposed bones in the chest are neatly arranged, making it look like a half-rotted fish.
Qisi looked sideways at the captain in the middle of the deck, who also looked at the corpse on the reef. There was no fear or sadness in his eyes, but a waveless indifference, like the stagnant water in the deep forest.
Is Yuna really the only one who prays to the Poseidon and pays the price with the lives of others?
[Religion is hypocritical and sinful, and theocracy is fragile; faith begins with deception and will eventually end in deception]
The cold electronic sound tells the epilogue and is faithfully displayed on the system interface.
["Hopeless Sea" TrueEnd-"Pseudotheism" has been included]
[A copy will be automatically transmitted after three minutes]
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