Chapter 118: The Road to Heaven 10: There is no way out...

"I haven't lost my memory." There was a hint of helplessness in the cold tone of the man in white.

I've seen a lot of players, but it's rare to see someone like this.

"Really? I'm afraid you won't recognize me again." Sansi said with some regret.

"So what kind of skill is this?" asked Nono.

When talent evolves to this point, it is no longer a simple skill, but a power that can influence certain laws.

"Balance." The man in white did not boast about his talent, but when he said this he looked at Zhuci meaningfully.

Zhu Ci saw a hint of loss in those similar eyes, and the emotion at that moment moved him a little.

He lowered his eyes, unable to bear to think about the deeper meaning.

"Just now the dark part is greater than the light, so the light in front is pieced together through the power of balance... Is there such a special power?" Calis whispered. He thought his ability was already very special.

"More than that?" Sansi suddenly snorted disdainfully. He hugged his chest and said, "Now the problem is even bigger. Let's guess, is this road ahead a matter of life or death?"

Balance creates another relative space, front and back, dark and light, and actually another... life and death.

"What nonsense are you playing? Are you even fooling your teammates?" Nono said dissatisfiedly.

"What a nonsense! Why don't you go over and try it? I'm here anyway, and you won't die." Sansi said casually.

“But it will hurt.”

"Isn't it obvious?" Zhuci said.

He looked at Sansi and said, "We are aging faster now, but shouldn't it have been the opposite in the past?"

"Really? Why do you think so?" Sansi asked.

Zhu Si: "Your height can be used as a reference." He looked at San Si and the reference objects around him expressionlessly.

"Getting taller again?"

Sansi: "..." He gave an intriguing smile.

"Why are you just staring at me instead of those two?"

Zhu Speech: "I've seen it all. You were half a head taller than Nuonuo before, but now you are two-thirds of a head taller."

Three or Four: “…”

Nono laughed and said, "It's rare to see someone gain an advantage over him verbally. How come you two are the same person?"

"Let's go quickly." Calis whispered.

After all, this is not the place to talk.

Anyway, the situation can't get any worse than it is now, so we might as well move forward.

When they crossed this line and came to the bright area in front, the boundary between the two spaces became increasingly blurred.

The man in white suddenly stopped and looked back.

His eyes were filled with calmness, but he seemed to be feeling something.

…

"Actually there is no way out." The voice was very soft, as if it came from the most secret place in the heart.

There is no way out in this dungeon; death here is a perfect closed loop.

The speech did not cross that line, or perhaps it could not cross it.

"His ability is actually 'judgment', and he can only preside over judgment after achieving absolute 'balance'. The things being judged are often flawed, and only 'roundness' can be perfect. Therefore, he cannot judge the established cause and effect, and you are 'his' result."

"Blah."

All the lights in the corridor are turned on.

Previously they could not get out of the unit's road, but now six doors appeared.

Zhu Ci turned around and saw the boy with porcelain-white skin.

"So, did they all die in the past? Or does this mean that as long as this game exists, even if the player reaches the end, they will still die?" Zhu Ci asked.

Perhaps this is what that person wanted to tell him, that their fate ended the moment they entered this game.

"There is no such thing as an end to fate. The six doors here are their epitaphs."

"What about you? Are you dead too?" Zhu Ci asked.

"I..." The other party began, not in a difficult tone, but more like a sigh, "I have died many times."

Each door was quietly opened a crack.

Zhu Ci asked again: "Why do you have to wait until they leave before showing me these?"

"Because it has no impact, there is no grave for you here for the time being."

Why not?

"Why am I his result? Am I not his past self?" Zhu Ci asked.

“…”

The other party did not answer. Zhuci could only find the answer himself.

Zhuci opened the door closest to him.

When the door opened, there was a small room with a TV inside.

There was a person sitting on the sofa facing the TV.

"Ah, you're here? I didn't expect you to choose this one as your first choice."

Before he could react, the person on the sofa suddenly turned around and spoke to him.

It’s Zhou Nian.

Congratulations: "...you."

"This is not my door. I just came here to take a rest." Zhou Nian smiled gently.

The TV screen showed a ruined church.

"Are you dead?" Zhu Ci asked.

"In your opinion, I must have died a long time ago, but death is viewed from the perspective of time. Let's not talk about that guy for now."

From the perspective of destiny, life is eternal, and there will always be a fragment of it that belongs to you.

Zhuci walked to the sofa and sat down.

"Since you are already dead at this time, why do you bother me?"

"Didn't you notice? There is no concept of 'time' in this instance." Zhou Nian spread his hands, "I told you not to mention that guy. He caused me too much trouble and caused me to work overtime."

"Have you really become a god?"

Zhou Nian looked at him tenderly: "Nothing is free of cost. 'God' is just a concept and can only be a concept. In fact, 'Zhuci' you have already walked the same path."

Zhuci only understood part of what he meant: "Someone brought the world back to life?"

Zhou Nian looked at the TV: "Why don't you meet your parents?"

Zhuci then looked at the TV.

There was no sound from the TV. The broken church was filled with scattered gold and glass agate, and one could vaguely see the glory of the past.

A piece of glass suddenly shattered, and a pitch-black scene came into view, and the window covered with spider webs would appear more shattered, and the fragments fell to the ground, and the window could no longer hide the scene behind it.

It was an extremely magnificent sight, just like the cosmic nebulae photographed by humans with special cameras, ever-changing.

This place doesn't seem to belong to the human world, and it doesn't look like anyone would come here.

"This copy is very difficult to find. After all, it is the temple of the God of Secrets." Zhou Nian said.

Can this place be called a temple?

As Zhuci was thinking this, he saw two people appear in the church, a man and a pregnant woman.

They seemed to say something, and then the hall was swallowed by a thick fog.

"Yide's temper is not very good." Zhou Nian said from the side.

Zhuci then realized that this door belonged to Idhaila.

So Idhela did not become the God of Destiny as he wished, but became the God of Secrets?

So that couple are actually his parents?

The couple were probably also very experienced players. Zhu Ci could only see them emerging from the thick mist, as if they had convinced Idhaila to stay here.

An agreement was then reached and the embryo was removed from the woman's belly and sealed in a bubble made of mist.

"Yide was born much earlier than you, but she has been lonely for a long time, so she still likes children very much." Zhou Nian explained.

In the picture, the woman in a black robe occasionally dresses up the black bubble and sings to it, but behind people's back.

Zhuci remained silent, the bubble apparently being the reason he was able to evade the game's surveillance.

The next second, there was a flash of light on the TV.

The magnificent church was burned by the fire, and the people pushed a ragged woman and chained her in front of the statue. The flames devoured every inch of the woman's skin, but the flesh and blood under the skin seemed difficult to burn. She suffered for a long time in an extremely cruel manner.

"I'm sorry, it affects the mental health of young people. This is a fixed program that will broadcast the death of the tomb owner. Ide's death was more tragic, but there is always a price to pay for bearing the fate of a god in human form. It's better to die, and then you will merge with the copy."

Zhu Ci really couldn't stand seeing these. He had a cleanliness fetish before he entered this game.

"Are you all from different times?" Zhuci asked.

"It's like this, I just captured the soul projections of everyone's time of becoming gods, I can't predict what they will do." Zhou Nian said.

He stood up and led the speech towards the other doors.

"Go and see it yourself, or ask the gravekeeper to go with you."

Zhuci didn't say much, but pushed open the next door. There was a stove in this door, and many dolls were placed next to the stove.

A large table was placed before us.

On the table were the puppet's strings and various joints, and it was obvious that this was Zhou Nian's house.

"Want to make a doll of your own?"

A book was placed on the table with an interesting cover.

I don't want to say that.

He lowered his head and opened the back of the book.

The book detailed the method of making puppets, but when I turned to the back, I saw this sentence.

“That’s actually how I was created.”

Cheers: “???” What, Zhou Nian is a puppet?

He flipped back and another sentence came to mind.

"Just kidding, go check out your doll. You can take it away."

Congratulations: "..."

He suddenly thought of Xu An.

There were indeed a few dolls placed next to the stove, all of them were only the size of two palms and did not look very much like real people.

Zhu Ci suddenly discovered that one of them looked a bit like the gravekeeper outside, with porcelain-white skin and chestnut-colored hair.

The doll was so close to the stove that it almost fell into it.

By the time he figured it out, he had already reached out, picked up the doll, and walked out.

Zhou Nian's room did not display what he called a fixed program. Perhaps it was a privilege of fate.

The young man was standing outside the door. Zhu Ci handed the doll to him and said, "Take it. It looks like it has a connection with you."

The boy looked at him, took the doll, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Thank you," he said.

…

Whose door will be the next one?

Zhuci suddenly stopped in his tracks, the candles flickered lightly, and a feeling of panic gripped his heart.

In fact, among these people, the door he was most afraid of opening was the one that belonged to him.

What exactly is a copy?

Is it an absurd abstraction of reality in a certain period of time, or a virtual construction similar to a game?

What he knows now may not be what Zhou Nian wants him to see.

What is he afraid of? Is his existence illusory or real? Are the true identities of these people closely related to him?

We shouldn't be so cautious. What's the point of treating all this as fake?

"Let me help you." said the gravekeeper.

He reached out and pushed open the door in front of Zhu Ci.