I Became a God in a Horror Game - Chapter 309

[Chapter 299]

“I was lying on that oversized wedding dress and passed out crying at the door of the post office.” Elena raised her head, her eyes drifted far, far away, “When I woke up, I thought it was all about war. It brought me the darkest moment.”

“But everything later told me that it was much more than that.”

Elena raised her hand, wiped her tears with her palm, took a deep breath, and continued: ” Afterwards, Alex and I had no contact for a while, until I heard someone say that the commanders of that war sent many, many tanks and artillery to the front from our town.”

“I realized that there was an upcoming The battle is about to begin, so I wrote to Alex again, trying to make sure he was safe and trying to persuade him not to participate in this dangerous battle.”

Elena covered her own with wrinkled hands. Face, her voice was hoarse:

“I waited for a long time, anxiously guarding the post office day and night, but I still didn’t receive a reply from Alex until the day before the war.”

“That’s a letter, a letter. “…”

Her voice broke down sharply, as if she couldn’t say the name of the letter.

Bai Liu continued to look for letters while listening to Elena’s words. He saw the letter that Alex sent to Elena again.

This is a very long letter, a family letter with arrangements for the funeral, a desperate suicide note.

[To Elena:

I shouldn’t have written this letter to you, but after thinking about it, it seems that apart from you, I don’t have anyone else who can safely explain my funeral.

So wonderful to say, Elena, little girl, you and I have never met, but you and I are in a nominally fiancee relationship, living through the death of the person I loved the most, spending time with my parents. The most difficult years have passed.

If nothing else, you will witness my death next.

You have gone through all the major events in my life, but I haven’t seen you once with my own eyes, always rejecting your existence, and in the end, you have to tell the most important thing about me to you, the most familiar stranger, before I die. , is really selfish and self-interested.

But there’s no way, you’re the only person I’ve asked to die without feeling guilty.

I know that my death will not make you too sad, it will only free you from this marriage that should never have existed.

Only here can I realize that my death may still be a good thing for someone, and I think I am more calm and proud.

Next I will confess to you all the mistakes I have made in my life.

I’ve been trying my whole life to save everyone around me, but in the end there’s no one idiot who saved me.

I invented the potion that freezes death, but everyone didn’t say hello to me in advance when they went to death and said, hey, Alex, I’m going to die, remember to freeze my death.

I could only helplessly cover their bleeding wounds, crying in a broken way and begging them to stay for me for even a second, and finally I was powerless to carry their bodies back, and sat sluggishly until dawn to welcome the next round of death.

The lake of death named Pluto must have found it funny and hilarious that I was trying to prevent it from coming to earth.

I keep, keep, go crazy trying to improve my potions, but no matter how slow they are, death will come eventually, all I do is make them suffer a little longer before they die .

When they are in extreme pain and desperate, they will quietly and tearfully beg me to let them die easily.

Because even if they survive, they are likely to die in the next round of offensive and defensive battles.

Sometimes I ask myself if my selfish desire to leave this group of people alive and tortured in this war is a crueler thing than letting them die.

Am I wrong?

I’ve never wanted to answer your letter, Elena, because I can’t face the ubiquitous name in your letter – Guy.

Guy didn’t die on the battlefield, I lied about his death and sneaked his “corpse” to my pharmacy lab as a sweeper.

I did everything I could to save him, he miraculously woke up, and I swear I even wanted to thank the evil god for a split second when I saw him open his eyes.

Whichever god, thank him for sending Guy back to me.

I want you to confess that my potions didn’t have such a strong effect originally, but my experiments in this place were limited and I couldn’t get enough experimental supplies like those on a university campus, so I could only use some locally produced experimental potions as materials.

Most of the experimental potions were of poor quality, causing the experiments to fail, but there was one peculiar thing that worked its magic—a spooky paint.

This paint is used by the natives here to smear the idols of the evil gods. It is a burnable oil-like texture. When I was short of oily solvents, my superiors searched half a jar of this from a captured native. The red paint came out and was sent to my lab as a replacement oily solvent.

Although this thing looks sticky and weird, like human blood after the oil has melted, I don’t have any more options.

But it was the agent with this paint added that made an incredible difference – it brought Guy, whose heart stopped beating for half a minute in my lab, back to life.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, and even felt that my desire for Guy’s resurrection was so strong that I was deluding myself.

But Guy is getting better day by day, or it’s not accurate to describe his entire recovery process with improvement. Combined with my clinical and microscopic observations ,

I can make a conclusion that you will definitely think I’m crazy–

— The time on Guy was reversed.

His sloughed skin rebonded, his broken bones healed again, and even the nails and hair that had grown after death shortened back.

This is not something that human beings can do at all. This is the category of God, and even God has no such ability.

From the moment I arrived here and learned that the reason these ignorant and ugly natives started the war was actually the so-called evil god oracle, I hated the so-called evil god.

And for a long time, I thought that this evil god was a symbol fabricated by these natives to explain things that they could not understand, and used to hold the anger that could not be dispatched. It was an illusory and evil image.

But when Guy sat up again, opened his eyes, smiled and asked me how I was in your lab, I closed my eyes and hugged him tightly.

If this is the masterpiece of the evil god, then I can understand why those natives are crazy because of the evil god.

When Guy woke up, he forgot everything that had happened in the past seven days – attacking innocent villages, killing children and women in the neutral zone, and being shot dead after the mutiny.

Everything, he doesn’t remember anything.

I carefully hid him in the lab, almost anxiously waiting for the big battle, but before the big battle, Guy got the information he wanted from a new recruit who came to clean the lab.

He knew what had happened in these seven days, and also knew that the commander had to call in enough artillery fire to launch the final battle—bombing all the habitats of the natives and the natives in them, as well as all the surrounding neutral areas where the natives might flee.

Although these neutral zones did not participate in the war from beginning to end, and most of them were women and children, the commander felt that the extermination of these indigenous people with despicable beliefs should not leave them any opportunity to reproduce and share resources with us. .

You can imagine what Guy will do.

Guy went to assassinate the commander without hesitation. After failing, he was bombarded by hundreds of guns into a bullet board full of holes, and was burned to ashes by a flamethrower.

When I arrived at the scene, there was nothing left.

I told the soldier on guard that I was on duty for him, and then I could stand alone all night where Guy was burned to leave black marks, and let the tears slide down numbly in the dark night.

Elena, do you know what I saw that night?

I saw cannons as thick as children’s waists being continuously brought here, icy tanks, soldiers ready to go, and pairs of blood-red anger, fear, or greed eyes in the crowd.

In that instant, I realized that no matter how great a potion I invent, I still can’t save anyone from this war.

People who want to kill others will still kill, and people who don’t want to kill will want to avoid death in pain because they don’t want to kill.

Between these two types of people, there seems to be a natural food chain that never stops running.

Even the ability to come back to life and reverse time seems to be unable to change any outcome in this war.

So I filled out the form to sign up for the commando, and I was going into the depths of the rainforest to meet the evil god who gave me the ability to fulfill my desires

—and asked him what he had to do to give everyone in this war. A surviving ending.

For this, I am willing to give everything.

Elena, if I don’t come back after this war, please forgive me for entrusting my parents to you selfishly, and please take care of them until you reach adulthood, then go after your own life.

—-Alex.

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“This is the last letter I received from Alex.” Irina whispered with dazed eyes, “The next day, the war broke out.”

“I still can’t forget that battle. The ground in the town where I lived was shaken by the artillery fire. Ashes fell from the walls. Hug together at home, I hid under the bed, and I could see the light of the fire flickering in the distance.”

Irina was silent for a few seconds: “The artillery fire lasted for three days, and on the evening of the third day, the soldiers stationed in the small The place where the explosives were stored in the town was attacked by the natives, who sprinkled the explosives with a magical red paint, which eventually caused a particularly large explosion.”

“After the explosion subsided, the town and There was no movement in the rainforest until half a month later when someone took over.” Irina looked at Bai Liu, “You said that you were Alex’s comrade-in-arms, this is impossible.”

“Because there was no way in that war. There are no survivors.”