What's going on?

An Wujiu raised his head, and the cracks in the sky became deeper and deeper, as if the floating ice that was falling apart in the ice gradually deviated from its original position.

It was different from what they imagined. After igniting the Pillar of God, there was no miracle of rebirth, or it had not yet appeared.

An Wujiu lowered his head and found that the number on the back of his hand was glowing. After a moment of flashing, it disappeared and returned to its original appearance.

The strange power has not disappeared so far, as if it is fighting against his instinctive power, but no one can conquer anyone. The blue flame is burning higher and higher, just like the last time, speaking strange and ancient language, but this time An Wujiu seems to be able to understand its words directly!

This language is very similar to what my father recorded!

[Quick! Sacrifice me the sacrifice!]

An Wujiu held the obsidian knife tightly in his hand, holding it high, but he refused to fall. Matsuura's calm face was right in front of him, and the low murmur seemed to mock him for resisting.

[Silly human, do you think you are special now?]

The god was questioning him.

[Look directly at me, you can see your father. Don’t you miss him?]

An Wujiu turned his face almost uncontrollably, like a stiff puppet, led by that powerful force, but at the same time, the force in his chest that was fighting against it also rose, and when it came to strong, it was strong. So he turned back and did not look at it.

But the flame spread to both sides in an instant, burning into a huge circle, tying them all in it.

An Wujiu suddenly had an extremely crazy picture before his eyes. In the picture, he was half kneeling in front of the sacrificer, raised his hand and stabbed the man's chest with the knife in his hand. His face was covered with blood, and the sticky blood covered a calm and crazy smile.

No, that's not him.

The person who was sacrificed was not Matsuura, but a strange face.

An Wujiu frowned, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth again.

An Wujiu didn't know who it was, or maybe he was in another possibility. Now his kind side basically merged with the extremely evil side before, and the chaos and evil parts gradually calmed down.

But what if it is the other way around?

He could feel his spirit repeatedly moving from stability to chaos, just like everything in this universe follows the law of entropy increase.

Destruction in chaos is the only constant ending.

But An Wujiu forced himself to stop, and the power in his chest almost tore the whole body into two. In the bone-burning pain, An Wujiu struggled to break through the force of the blue flame, threw the knife in his hand out, and threw it under the cliff.

At the same time, Shen Ti hugged him.

"Did you see it? There are numbers on the back of everyone's hands."

Hearing Shen Ti's voice, An Wujiu raised his eyes weakly. He found a 98 number appeared on the back of Matsuura's hand. Then he looked at Wu You and Nan Shan, which was also 98.

Everyone else had a 98 number, only Shen Ti, he took off his gloves and had nothing on the back of his hand.

Just when they were confused, an obsidian knife fell from the sky and stabbed into Matsuura's chest.

The moment the blood splattered on An Wujiu's face, the smell of fishy sweetness penetrated into his brain. Once again, he saw the "self" with a crazy smile on his face, looking at him.

[Do you think you can stop me?]

The sound seemed to be coming from hell, so low that it was difficult to distinguish, like the sound of boiling magma when it was boiling. Outside the cliff were human "screaming" one after another. The red blood moon light instantly forced the last day away, and the earth was left with creepy scarlet and coldness.

[Impossible, you can't even control yourself.]

The bloody offering flew up from the tip of the knife and automatically threw it into the center of the ancient stone plate. The blood flowed down the gully on the stone plate and flowed to An Wujiu's feet.

The sarcophagus where Matsuura Mori's body was automatically closed. No matter how An Wujiu resisted, the sacrifice was still completed. The blood-red moon hung above his head, like a human-eating blood cell, which might immediately fall down, crush them one by one, rolled into the valley, and buried in the cold snow.

These hallucinations kept popping up in his mind. An Wujiu stood up like a walking corpse, and the cold wind blew through the cracks of his bones.

They don’t remember how they returned to the temple. If the sacrificers gave their own hearts, then what they gave was probably souls and fear.

An Wujiu couldn't figure it out. It was understandable that there was nothing on Shen Ti's back, after all, Shen Ti was different from any of them.

But why is the number on the back of your hand 99, while the others are 98, what does this number mean?

Just as they returned to the temple, Shen Ti told him that after he ignited the pillar of divine, some memories flashed through his mind.

"What did you think of?"

Shen Ti frowned slightly, "I'm not sure if it's a real memory, because the pictures I saw were more like what you can see than mine."

An Wujiu didn't understand, "What does it mean?"

Shen Ti looked at him, "Those are almost all initialization screens after entering different games, but they are not mine, because the upper right corner shows your name and level, from the beginning, to the s and s levels, they appear interlaced."

An Wujiu didn't understand why Shen Ti's memory had a perspective that belonged entirely to him?

"This is not the strangest," Shen Ti told him, "What I can't understand the most is that I have paid special attention to some of the initialization scenes. None of them are the games I have experienced with you, no red and black, no shelter center, no casino, they are all strange and a lot of them."

What Shen Ti said disrupted An Wujiu's original thoughts.

He told Shen Ti about the scenes that kept flashing during the sacrifice.

"It may be me before I am amnesia." An Wujiu thought that he could not have been directly rated as SS level as soon as he entered the altar. "Aren't Yang Ming very afraid of me at that time? The games you saw that I had experienced may be what I participated in from entering the altar to meeting you."

But this cannot explain why Shen Ti got his perspective and saw everything through his perspective.

The closer they get to the truth, the more confusing everything becomes.

The two of them said something and returned to the temple. There were fewer people here and became more and more deserted. The red moonlight projected through each window onto the floor of the temple, making it look extremely ghostly.

Chen Ti sent An Wujiu back to the room. The two walked to the door, but found that Zhou Yijue was leaning against the wall beside the door, as if waiting for An Wujiu.

"What are you doing here?" Chen Ti's tone was not kind.

Zhou Yijue was too lazy to make a smile, and raised his slender hanging eyelids and looked at the two of them.

"Cha chat?"

An Wujiu raised his eyebrows, "Now? I'm going to 'close my eyes' in more than ten minutes."

"Ten minutes are enough." Zhou Yijue stood up straight, "If it doesn't matter, I won't look for you at this time."

He glanced at Chen Wei, "You can do it yourself."

Chen Ti pulled the corner of his mouth, "What kind of self-conscience? Should you respect yourself?"

An Wujiu wanted Chen Ti not to use words randomly, but the time was not good, so he gave up and just held his hand and followed Zhou Yijue.

Zhou Yijue took them to a quiet room, with no windows on all sides, and an altar in the center, just like the room they had during the warm-up match, and like the confession room.

Without making any preparations, Zhou Yijue told the two directly, "I am actually a test researcher at the Holy Altar."

This sentence suddenly exploded like a thunder on the ground, but strangely, An Wujiu was not very surprised.

Zhou Yijue is scheming and good at lying. What he says should be difficult to believe, but neither of the two people in front of him raised questions.

"Then your purpose of entering here should be different from ours." An Wujiu looked at Zhou Yijue, "But when you are behind, you have also changed."

A simple sentence summarizes Zhou Yijue's mental journey since entering the altar.

"Yes." Under the bloody moonlight, Zhou Yijue's outline was particularly clear, and the moonlight also illuminated the rare loneliness on his face. "My task was very easy at the beginning. I entered the game, looked for bugs, pushed for plot and logic issues, and then fed it back to the development department to let them modify it. So my game was very relaxed, and it didn't matter if I lost. Anyway, I just quit and re-engine. Sometimes, in order to test integrity, I may have spent several times a copy, so in the early stages, I actually didn't have any sense of game experience."

An Wujiu listened to him silently, but thought to himself, since he was a tester, would he know the development background of some holy altars and who the entire team is.

Before he could say anything, Chen Ti spoke first, but it was a less peaceful way.

"What kind of unethical things are they who created this broken game?"

Zhou Yijue didn't care, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "This project was originally planned by a poor personal game designer. It is said that the person submitted the entire planning plan to many companies, but he received no response."

Chen Ti replied quickly: "Are you selected by Chauvin?"

Zhou Yijue sneered, "Wrong."

"No game company adopted his plan. Just one year after he gave up on the planning, the trailer of this game appeared in advertisements posted by Chauvin's largest game company. The overall framework is exactly the same as the plan he contributed, but the signature is not him."

Chen Ti smiled, "Evil capitalism."

"This man tried every possible way but failed to sign his name in the game. He finally got sick because he had no money to become a senior member of the hospital and died of illness. It was after I became a tester of "The Altar" that I learned about this."

Zhou Yijue told them, "According to the senior management of the game company, "The Altar" was a try by Chau Wen in a neural access game. If it was good, it would be an innovation in a virtual game, so they went to develop it in a mighty way. At that time, all the development backbones of the company participated and devoted all their efforts to the development of this game. There were hundreds of testers like me alone, and everyone personally entered the altar and experienced the game."

An Wujiu raised his eyebrows, "But as far as I know, the altar has later exceeded the government's control. If it was really just a game, how could anyone die?"

"So I said it was like this at the beginning." Zhou Yijue lowered his eyes, "and then things began to lose control."

The sadness in his eyes was nowhere to hide. "I met him in a copy halfway through. I remember it very clearly. It was my 32nd mission and his 47th. He was also a tester like me. We performed four test tasks together, and several copies were completed back and forth, and repeated for a long time, so I also felt that I had known him and I for a long time."

"Just after we confirmed the relationship, he died in my 36th test mission." Zhou Yijue did not raise his eyes, remained silent for a while, and continued, "He was dead and did not reread the file and enter the game. I thought it was strange. When I survived, I left the game cabin and went to the company to ask those people, but I found that the people in the development department were gone."

An Wujiu frowned, "What does it mean to be gone?"

Zhou Yijue looked at him, "The two floors were empty. The news I found out was that the model they used when writing the altar was the latest generation network. That is to say, once the initial model framework was successfully built, in the repeated iterative computing and testing, the model would continue to learn by itself, and finally achieve self-healing, or even self-written. Therefore, the people in the development department gradually could not control the altar, and the system finally sets read and write permissions on them, and even log in the background could not be done."

The altar eventually became a self-consistent model.

"So you testers were also abandoned by the altar," An Wujiu said.

Zhou Yijue smiled, "You are right."

Shen Ti didn't care about him at all, but in fact he still cared about his dead colleague, "You tried your best to save him?"

"I know it's ridiculous." Zhou Yijue lowered his head decadently, "We are obviously the people who test and maintain this system, but in the end we were swallowed up by the system. We are the people who survive by science and technology. I also know that requiring a person to die and resurrect is simply against science, but..."

Haven’t An Wujiu experienced this kind of struggle?
To be continued...