I Became a God in a Horror Game

Inside the Red Cross.

Guy, who was lying on the hospital bed, slowly opened his eyes. He raised his arms and leaned against the head of the bed, lowered his head and shook his intact hands in surprise.

His injuries miraculously healed overnight.

Guy looked up and was even more surprised when he saw Bai Liu standing beside his bed: “Why are you here?”

“Maybe you should say thank you to me first?” Bai Liu pointed to Guy’s healing wounds with a smile, “I stole Alex’s potion to treat you. Although it is only for external use, it seems to have a good effect.”

Guy looked at the craters on his hands that didn’t even have scars, and looked proud and nostalgic: “Yes, he is a very good young man.”

“Alex doesn’t want you to be cured at all, but I’m sure you have your own resolutions.” Bai Liu sat on the bedside and looked up at Guy, “Remember what I told you the night before the wedding?”

Guy hummed softly. He fell into some deep thoughts and whispered: “You said that because God doesn’t want us to be happy, he created war.”

“Because if we live too happily, we don’t need the existence of God.”

Guy raised his head and looked directly at Bai Liu resolutely: “It was your words that made me determined to rebel.”

“I want to join the indigenous people and destroy their faith in God.”

Bai Liu raised the corners of his lips imperceptibly, and he lowered his eyes: “Really?”

——Just as he thought.

A big battle is coming next, and Alex’s third party camp is forming.

Alex left alone when Guy was about to wake up. He didn’t let Bai Liu tell Guy that he had been there. He just stayed outside Guy’s tent, sitting in a wheelchair and looking around in a daze.

The stretchers of wounded soldiers from this side and the enemy were anxiously passing back and forth. The blood dripping on the ground pulled out red lines, criss-crossing around him and arranging into an invisible net, with the centre as him and Guy, who was behind him.

Bai Liu opened the tent and came out. He squinted at Alex in the wheelchair: “Do you feel like nothing can be done to stop this?”

Alex was silent for a long time, then hummed hoarsely: “The natives said before that all this was God’s will. Guy and I laughed for a long time, but now that I think about it…”

“… Perhaps everything that God has created can only be stopped by God.”

Bai Liu lowered his eyes: “Maybe.”

Alex paused for a while and suddenly said: “I have thought about using the medicine I tested on these people to prolong their lives, hoping that they can survive.”

“But I found that no matter how long it was, they would still die. But they would be able to move after death, becoming a moving, attacking corpse.”

Alex’s eyelashes trembled slightly: “The corpse has no memory, no emotions, and no soul, but it can move, hug, and kill. I’m scared. I feel like I have created a terrible monster of war so I dared not tell anyone.”

“Except Guy.”

Alex chuckled in a daze, tears falling from his eyelashes:

“He said that he doesn’t think such things are terrible. If one day, he turns into such a monster, he won’t feel sad, because then he can hug me tightly after death.”

“War will turn this moving corpse into a weapon, but people in love will use this weapon to embrace each other.”

Alex turned to look at Bai Liu. His expression was blank, as if he was asking Bai Liu, as if he was asking himself: “——Should I use this medicine?”

Bai Liu held the back of his wheelchair and looked down at him calmly: “Don’t you already have the answer?”

Alex clenched the potion bottle in his hand, lowered his head, and said to himself: “If…I won’t use it.”

“There are too few people in love in this world, and medicine can only become a weapon to break them up.”

Bai Liu glanced sideways at the tent and said softly: “Sometimes what breaks up people who love each other may not be external things, but that one of them has chosen a different path than you.”

“And you can’t stop him.”

Alex smiled bitterly: “Yes, Bai Liu, why did you have to tell me the real reason why Guy and I separated?”

“You are really… rational and cruel. You have to watch your lover go on the road of self-destruction. Bai Liu, you don’t understand the pain of it.”

Bai Liu lowered his eyes, “Maybe.”

He said, pushing Alex’s wheelchair outside.

After recovering, Guy quietly slipped out from behind the tent. He looked back at the front of the tent from a distance. There was nothing in front of the tent, only two wheelchair tracks left on the ground.

It was as if the Alex’s voice he vaguely heard was a hallucination caused by missing him too much.

Guy paused for a moment then left without looking back.

The morning light was faint.

The water in the central lake was dotted with fusiform wooden boats, with five to ten indigenous soldiers stood on each boat. Under the dark green water, a group of assault soldiers approached silently with mines.

At exactly 6:25 in the morning, all the lurking soldiers set their watches to the same time before entering the water. The bombing of the war was first launched from under the water.

After a group of people capsized, the assault team retreated quickly and began to lay down other mines in an orderly manner along the channel where the current lead, preventing the group of indigenous soldiers in the central lake from attacking along the channel.

It was a perfect raid until the heavy rain came.

The artillerymen behind were loading bombs in the rain forest under heavy rain. Almost all of the tens of thousands of bombs in the first batch that could have caused huge turmoil were driven into mud pits by heavy rain before they hit the target, not producing the desired effect.

As the water level in the lakes and rivers previously blocked by water mines rose rapidly, the impact instantly became smaller. Countless natives rushed out in boats. As the heavy rain became more intense, the war became a stalemate.

Tang Erda’s whole body looked like he had been fished out of muddy water. Half of his face was covered in mud. He touched his face, and was about to shake the gun that was half a kilogram heavy with mud out of his hand. He was not using it smoothly. He was about to lose it and replace it with a skill weapon but suddenly, Spades next to him thrusted his gun barrel over, stopping Tang Erda’s attempt to throw the gun away.

Tang Erda turned around and asked in confusion: “What are you doing?”

Spades’ clothes were all soaked in muddy water, and his face was stained with mud, which made the exposed skin look shockingly white: “You and Bai Liu are in the same group, right?”

Tang Erda nodded hesitantly.

Spades’ eyes had a faint light in the pouring rain: “Don’t use skill weapons, hold the gun, let’s go back to the lake.”

“I found the point where the bodies were stockpiled.”

Meanwhile, at the other end.

The men from the Killer Sequence were sitting on a rocking boat on the lake.

Amidst the noise caused by the heavy rain, thunder and lightning, The Judge almost screamed: “Have you found were the corpses are stored?”

Bai Jiamu wiped away the raindrops dripping from his chin and shook his head: “We have searched all over the land, and no obvious storage points have been triggered.”

Usually this kind of scoring task is divided into two parts. The first is to find the correct scoring object, such as a moving corpse. The second is to find the scoring location. The corpse must be placed in a designated location before the points are officially counted for that player.

“There’s something wrong with the corpses. They’re not ordinary corpses as we thought.” The Judge wore a steel helmet and sat cross-legged on the boat rocking back and forth like a contractor, with the rain falling on his head. The rain on his head was flowing down stubbornly, as if a small waterfall was hanging in front of him. “We didn’t find the correct points object, and there was no way to use the points object to trigger the point location.”

The Judge touched his face and took a deep breath: “Spades’ intuition is still accurate. The points object corpse should be produced on the enemy’s side.”

“We are not in the same camp as Spades, so we can only find another way and wait for the mainline NPCs to defect and come over to produce points corpses for us.”

Bai Jiamu shouted loudly: “Judge, when do you think the main line NPCs will rebel?”

The Judge’s eyes were deep: “Soon, we already have a mainline NPC here. According to Bai Liu’s plan and the relationship between the two mainline NPCs, it should be after this battle.”

After saying that, The Judge stood up, and the water on the helmet slid down the brim of the helmet to wash his face.

The Judge: “…”

Why is this helmet so rotten and leaking?

Bai Jiamu couldn’t help but pull The Judge: “I don’t understand why we have to cooperate with Bai Liu. According to your arrangement, the main line NPC will also rebel. There is no need to cooperate with him.”

The Judge took off his hat and turned to look at Bai Jiamu.

That look was gentle, but Bai Jiamu didn’t know what was going on. He felt like he had offended the majesty of his elders.

Bai Jiamu quickly let go of The Judge’s hand, looking a little nervous like a child who realised that he had made a mistake: “…You are a tactician, shouldn’t I ask?”

The Judge shook his hat and put on the rotten steel helmet again. He looked at Bai Jiamu and smiled, not angry: “I activated a prophecy skill after I came in.”

This time, not only Bai Jiamu, but also the other two members of the Killer Sequence were shocked and looked over.

Although The Judge is rated as the best tactician in the league, it’s not because of his prophecy skills, but because of his intelligence value.

The intelligence value of The Judge was 96 points.

In almost every game, this person can win with minimal casualties. Ever since the Deer Hunter had The Judge, the members of the team did not change until after The Judge left. They all followed The Judge.

After participating in so many league games, without a death-free gold medal, and under the guidance of the tactician The Judge, all members survived until The Judge left.

He is a well-known tactician who likes to play stalling battles. Compared with various other extreme tacticians, his methods can be said to be quite mild.

But after The Judge left, one member of the Deer Hunter team died quickly.

The Judge sat in the Killer Sequence’s office all night that day, looking at photos of old team members without saying a word. The Killer Sequence was full of tough members, but no one dared to disturb him at that time.

They are still afraid of going against The Judge.

The Judge seems to be easy to get along with and rarely gets angry, but in fact his temper and behaviour are quite weird. Sometimes he smiles and looks very perceptive, and it’s impossible to figure out what he’s thinking.

Because as a player, The Judge rarely uses his own skills. But his skill is a prophecy skill that pushes the rules of the game, which seems very unreasonable.

Skills that can be used to push the games permissions are all great weapons, such as Heart’s imitating playing cards and Bai Liu’s old trading wallet. No player would think that they could live a long life by hiding them and not using them.

But The Judge just didn’t use it. There were very few times when he used prophecy skills. At least, there were only two times that Bai Jiamu could remember.

Once, The Judge gave a prophecy to Spades, but no one knew the content of that prophecy.

And this time, for a new player who they had just met for the first time. It was really bizarre.

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