Chapter 1 A Terrible First Encounter
Tick-tock——
One, two, three times.
Fang Ke subconsciously judged: It doesn't sound like the sound of dripping water, it's not crisp but a bit sticky, it's blood.
What the hell is this judgment? The next moment, Fang Ke opened his eyes and found himself nailed to a cross, with nails stuck in all ten fingers, and blood dripping from his fingers into the bowl.
Who the hell is so low on health right after entering the dungeon?
So annoying.
Fang Ke forcibly pulled out the finger that was stuck with the nail and slid down from the cross.
It hurts, but there is another desire stirring in my heart.
What do you desire?
Not sure. Fang Ke casually wiped the blood from his fingertips, and the player subsystem panel flashed in front of him.
[System prompt: You are the protagonist in the inverted Bible. Your God's name is Jehovah, but this is hell. They all call you Hua and Yeh.]
[System Task: Let Satan and his people recognize your true name.]
Your mother's real name.
Fang Ke felt even more irritated and subconsciously pressed the wound on his fingertip. The wound was very deep, a penetrating wound. He didn't know how long that damn God had been nailed here. He had just come in and hadn't figured out the information yet, but the blood hole on his fingertip had already turned black.
Ten nails carried the entire weight of his body. It was unknown how long he had been nailed there, and even some of his bones were broken.
If an ordinary player comes in, he will probably be unable to move his hand without props to recover.
It really was a hell of a start.
But... Fang Ke glanced at the other players who arrived late, and the strength of his fingers pinching his wound gradually increased.
Damn it, it’s only targeting him.
When the group of players saw Fang Ke's face clearly, they were more frightened than seeing a devil and retreated one after another.
Only a new player who had just joined the game and knew nothing about it said blankly: "What's wrong? Aren't we looking for the master? Isn't he the one?"
An old player, um, a girl, nervously beckoned the newcomer with her finger: "Come here... come here quickly... He's terrifying when he goes crazy. If you stay around him, you'll be hit by a demon corpse sooner or later!"
"But the system tells us to find Jesus," the newcomer rubbed the back of his head. "According to you, the Jesus we're looking for should be a very powerful boss. Shouldn't we cling to him tightly?"
The old players' faces suddenly changed, and they no longer cared about the newcomers' lives or deaths, and followed everyone to hide away.
Hugging Fang Ke's thighs is like kissing the evil god's heels.
If you want to commit suicide, you don't have to die in such an undignified way.
She would rather be chosen by Satan than fall into Fang Ke's hands.
The newcomer didn't believe in evil. They were all human players, so they wouldn't kill each other, right? Even so, influenced by the veteran players, the newcomer was a little timid when approaching Fang Ke. He took slow steps while carefully expressing his goodwill: "Boss, you want holy water? We found it in the church. It can cleanse the wounds—"
The newcomer suddenly stopped, because Fang Ke finally looked up at him at this time. There was no trace of divinity belonging to God in his eyes, only restless and tyrannical factors.
At that moment, he even felt that Fang Ke was Satan.
A God who is dressed in the guise of God, but has actually already infiltrated heaven and covered his "people" with his black wings.
The newcomer was frightened and crawled to the corner to join the group of old players.
"Is he... is he the one..."
A middle-aged man patted the newbie on the shoulder and said, "You're so lucky. You're running into this demon king on Hell difficulty for the first time."
"I'm very lucky," the girl spread her hands. "We can just lie back and wait and see. I got another SSS-level rating from him for free. Looks like I can upgrade my star soon."
Theoretically speaking, as long as they don't provoke Fang Ke, Fang Ke will not go crazy and hit anyone.
In fact, high-star and mid-star players can easily encounter Fang Ke, because Fang Ke almost lives in high-difficulty dungeons.
No one knows why Fang Ke took the initiative to enter the strange copy that others avoided. It is said that he even took the initiative to enter this game in an unknown way.
In this weird game, Fang Ke, a high school student, gave up his youth to enjoy himself and came here to be a desperado.
There is no reason, no idea why, and it can be concluded that I am sick.
While the players were communicating, Fang Ke was venting wildly.
He was very upset and couldn't calm down. He was very agitated, as if something was missing, causing his emotions to always be out of control.
He ignored the players who were still relaxing and chatting in this high-difficulty dungeon that was full of nightmare-level and above weirdness. He used the nail that had just pierced his finger to pierce the three heads of the hellhound, and then stepped on Satan's head with his foot.
"Hua Heye..." Satan's voice trembled a little. He was not the real Satan, but his level of weirdness was not low either. However, he felt an aura from this human that was even more brutal than his own.
"My name is Fang Ke!" Fang Ke didn't have the patience to listen to him finish, and simply stomped on the strange head to pieces.
Congratulations to player Fang Ke for successfully defeating the dungeon boss. The game "Inverted Bible" has been completed. The plot exploration level is 0.001%. System evaluation: strong limbs, simple mind.
[Player Xiao Wang gave you a thumbs up]
[Dungeon rewards being calculated... No rewards. Player Fang Ke was too rude. All the weirdness in the dungeon has been destroyed. Most of the dungeon maps are severely damaged. The weirdness main system requires you to pay compensation within three days, otherwise the evil god will descend upon your home.]
[Player Xiao Wang sends you a 666]
[Red letter warning! The main system has officially changed the name of the protagonist "Jehovah" in the "Inverted Bible" dungeon to "Fang Ke", and obtained the achievement - God's Halo. From the moment you put on the halo, even the real Jesus will have to admit that you are God under the gaze of the great and strange god.]
[Player Xiao Wang gave you 666 likes and commented: 666666666]
[Player bridge girl comments: 6]
[Player Xiao Wang has rewarded you with 6,666 Weird Coins, equivalent to 66.66 million Great Xia Coins, successfully advancing you to the top of the support list. Your current number of supporters is 1, and your overall ranking on the Weird System Support List is -51,857. Congratulations, you're last. You currently owe this system 3 trillion Weird Coins. Please repay as soon as possible.]
The system sound gradually faded away.
In the real world, Fang Ke woke up from his sleep and found himself still in the tavern.
The sound of wind and snow outside was a bit loud, mixed with the noise in the pub, drowning out the sound of the radio. Fang Ke, who was sitting at the bar, impatiently bent his middle finger and flicked it. The beer bottle cap that was flicked away hit the volume button, and the sound of the radio became clear.
The audio was clear, but there was actually a crackling sound of electricity, and the male host's report sounded particularly irritating.
"It's January 30th, 1792, a new era after the advent of the strange game. Heavy snowstorms are hitting many places..."
Click—someone's hand pressed the FM button, and the already old machine once again made a noise that was too heavy to bear, and slowly changed to a female voice.
"Residents, there's no need to panic. Just be prepared for the snow. The main system indicates that strange things won't appear outside of dungeons..."
Ding-dong—squeak—
The wind chimes at the door rang, and someone else came in despite the wind and snow.
"Fang Ke," the man said as he came in, "You should find a boyfriend to take care of things. Is the bar a place for you to sit with your buttocks?"
"What do you care?" Fang Ke said dismissively, hooking his foot on the bar chair and kicking it at the man. "I can sit wherever I want."
The man wiped the back of the chair and sat down. "Old man, old man, you keep talking about me. Who has offended you again? Give me a vitamin drink."
Fang Ke sat at the bar mixing cocktails, his eyes focused on the liquid in the container, without saying a word.
He has been in a bad mood for more than just one or two days. He is never in a good mood.
The man picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and after a long while, he said, "Honestly, find a partner. It's not a good idea for you to keep going solo."
Fang Ke looked towards the wind and snow outside the door. He originally wanted to see the snow, but the clouds were too thick and the sky was too dark, so he couldn't see anything clearly.
There was a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"Why don't you try with me?" the man finally got to the point. "Maybe I can cure your illness."
His confused eyes focused in an instant, and Fang Ke suddenly pushed the man out with anger.
"Get out! Everyone, get out! We're closed!"
The guests were dissatisfied, but they also knew that Fang Ke was not someone to be trifled with, so they complained for a while and then left one after another.
Everything fell silent.
Fang Ke sat back at the bar, the highest spot he could get to, his favorite place to sit, and lit up the brand of cigarette that was most addictive to him.
The air was filled with smoke, and Fang Ke's eyelids drooped slightly.
He wanted to, he had been thinking about it for a long time, he wanted to find a partner, a partner who could make him calm, and then keep that person by his side in the name of love, let that person be responsible for soothing his mood, and help him suppress it when he lost control.
No, can’t find it.
The man who wanted "vitamin" was a good person, but Fang Ke would only feel more irritated when he was with him.
A cold wind blew in through the crack in the door, and a thin smoke spread throughout the tavern. While the wind diluted the smoke, it also spread the chaotic and volatile atmosphere it brought to every corner.
The smoke pollutes the wind, and the wind smells of irritability.
But nicotine slightly calmed Fang Ke's uncontrollable emotions.
He sat at the bar, thinking again that he should get a partner.
A partner who can suppress him, force him to be quiet, divert his attention or simply give all his attention to him.
No, such a person may only exist in fantasy and can never be found.
Due to the snowstorm, work and classes in the small county were suspended, but the senior high school students continued to fight hard.
At night, all other buildings in the school were dark, only one building had lights on. Fang Ke, with a canvas bag slung over his shoulder, climbed over the wall and entered the school.
Shen Cinian adjusted his silver-framed glasses. He had a keen sense of perception and was absolutely certain that a student had just passed over his head.
He looked up at the student's back. The snow was heavy and the sky was dark, and all he could see was a head of messy yellow hair.
Very good. It's been years since I've been provoked like this. I hope it's not from one of his classes.
The snow is still falling, getting heavier.
Shen Cinian reported in casually, took the lesson plan and roster handed to him by the grade director, and glanced at the class number.
Class 14 is a very good class, but it is a well-known troublemaker class. The head teacher saw that he was a newcomer and threw the hot potato to him.
The human world is very interesting, and this school is indeed very good.
The cold light behind Shen Cinian's glasses was concealed, but the smile on his lips was unusually decent: "Teacher Wang, thank you for your care."
The head teacher replied: "No, no, we will work together from now on."
"That won't do. Teacher Wang took care of me, and I must remember this kindness."
"I'll repay you later. I won't bother you anymore."
It was unknown when the snow would stop. Shen Cinian had originally planned to return to his apartment in the human world, but the snow was too heavy. After considering for a moment, he decided to go to Class 14 on the third floor to take a look.
There was chaos in Class 14; those who didn't know would think they were having a party.
Fang Ke was sitting in the first row, wearing headphones, playing loud music, and sleeping on the table.
The volume of the headphones was so loud that his deskmate could hear it clearly.
"Boss! Boss, your headphones are too loud! You're going to go deaf if you keep going like this! Boss!"
Fang Ke was dazed and only felt someone pushing him. He kicked the person impatiently: "Get lost! I'm deaf, so what? It's none of your business!"
"Boss!" The man's voice softened for some reason. "You weren't kicking me, Boss..."
A hand knocked on his desk, two thuds.
Awake.
Fang Ke opened his eyes and saw the man with his palm facing up in front of him.
He didn't understand what was going on, so he high-fived the other hand with his right hand.
The man laughed, a very clear laugh.
shudder.
"Fang... Ke, huh?" Chen Qinian looked at his yellow hair, which was very unique and could be described as a mess, and smiled. "Give me your phone, I'll turn down the volume for you."
Fang Ke then looked up, and for some unknown reason, he actually reached into the hole in the table for his cell phone.
Halfway through, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
Class 14 is his home ground and he is the master here. He has no need to listen to a teacher who doesn't know what he is doing. He doesn't even listen to the principal.
He wanted to put back the phone he had taken out, but Shen Cinian put his finger on the volume button first.
The sound in the headphones gradually faded.
"Who is the class monitor?" Shen Cinian walked up to the podium. He did not take Fang Ke's phone.
The audience was doing their own thing and no one paid any attention to Shen Cinian, the so-called teacher.
Only Fang Ke's deskmate stood up and said timidly, "We don't have a monitor in our class, we only have a boss."
He pointed at Fang Ke: "He is our boss."
He kindly reminded her, "The boss is sleeping. If you're going to teach, please don't. Try tomorrow. The boss just finished a dungeon and is in a bad mood. He even beat our last teacher to the hospital."
Shen Cinian was casually searching for chalk on the podium, and it was unclear whether he had listened or not.
He turned around and wrote a line of words neatly: "End of the year, Weird Defense teacher and homeroom teacher, phone 133..."
After writing, he walked away without looking back.
"The surname Nian? That's quite rare," his deskmate muttered to Fang Ke, but Fang Ke ignored him and was in a daze.
He didn't get angry just now. He should have been angry, but he didn't.
It has been seven minutes since the new teacher woke him up, and he didn't curse anyone.
He unconsciously touched the volume button of his phone, and then he realized that he did not turn up the volume immediately, but kept it at the low level.
"Wang Le," Fang Ke stood up. "I'm sick. You're in charge. If anyone disobeys you, tell me. I'll come back from the dungeon tomorrow and beat him up."
The "Boss" who was called Wang Le was Fang Ke's deskmate. "Why are you sick? Are you okay?"
"Mind your own business!" A trace of irritation surged into his heart again. Fang Ke took out a cigarette and walked out while smoking.
He was sick, had been sick for a long time, but the medicine didn't work.
He remembered what he had said in the tavern: "You should find a partner."
Not found.
Even if you find him, you may not necessarily understand his needs and may even think he is crazy.
Do you understand? Do you want to try it? I don't know.
The snow keeps falling, it's so annoying.
Fang Ke smoked one cigarette after another, throwing the cigarette butts casually into the snow, and the red sparks went out in a moment.
On a snowy night, no one noticed its last wisp of smoke.
Fang Ke rode on his motorcycle, and the huge roar echoed throughout the campus.
But the strange thing was that none of the teachers from other classes came forward to scold him.
They simply tapped the blackboard indifferently: "What are you looking at? He's a national-level spirit master, are you too? Let's get on with the class!"
Class 14 is full of people with special identities who don't need to study step by step or who are hopeless, so no teacher is willing to teach them.
The last person who was willing is still in a coma in the hospital.
The county town was not big, and Fang Ke rode his motorcycle around the town.
He was very upset, very upset in his heart. But blasting the streets did not relieve his irritability, but made him even more irritable. He twisted the accelerator to the bottom and drove madly on the slippery snowy road.
Chen Cinian was driving and waiting for the red light when a motorcycle just left his car behind without caring whether the light was red or not, and crossed the intersection like crazy.
Shen Cinian took off his glasses, put his hands on the steering wheel, and watched the yellow-haired man passing by, his fingers slightly tightened.
It’s very good. This small county town is indeed very good.
There are so many yellow hairs.
Fang Ke rode all the way back to his rental house. He had a home, but it was not here, not even in the same city. He had not been back to that home since he was in junior high school. He felt annoyed as soon as he entered that door.
As usual, Kali had more money than he could spend, but he insisted on renting an extremely cramped, coffin-like house.
The small space and the tight feeling of restraint would bring a little comfort to his restless heart.
The wind and snow were howling in the night, which seemed like a provocation, making Fang Ke's annoyance reach its peak.
Urgently need relief.
He opened the website he registered, and there were many notices about finding partners under the cover of the tavern.
He looked at them one by one, but in the end, found nothing.
No, none of them satisfied him.
At this moment, a message about a new member applying to join suddenly popped up in the upper left corner.
The author has something to say:
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This one at the beginning is not the first official copy [glasses]
The system is divided into the main system and subsystems, and the subsystems are the subordinates of the main system. (In short, the system is also weird, with big weirdness and many small weirdnesses.)
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