The wood carving gradually took shape, and the corpse under the wooden stake was restlessly trying to climb up.

Bai Yi twisted his body and reminded Ni Shen: "The main NPC Alex finally woke up! Ni Shen, you should quickly complete his story line, so that we can unlock the remaining part of the [true end] line here."

Nishen hummed, and he looked up at Alex who had just woken up: "Although I know that the whole world is just a deception created by the evil god to give you power, I still don't understand why you eventually became a believer of the evil god."

"——In the end, it even came to the point of sacrificing everyone's lives to the evil god in order to create the illusion you wanted."

Alex moved his hands, which were tied behind his back, but said nothing.

Nishen continued calmly: "In this war world, a huge explosion occurred in the town the night before yesterday. Someone poured paint on the town's arsenal that night and set it on fire."

"The entire rainforest was destroyed by the bombing, and almost all the soldiers in the rainforest were killed. However, these soldiers did not really die. Instead, they strangely turned into a half-dead living dead state, walking in the entire rainforest in the form of corpses and body parts."

"Whether it was using paint to blow up the arsenal or using the special medicine you invented on so many people, did you do it all by yourself?" Nishen asked.

Alex lowered his head, blood dripping from the ends of his hair. He chuckled nervously twice: "It's me."

Nishen sighed.

"...We found you unconscious not far from the exploded arsenal. After confirming that you were still alive, we took you to avoid monsters and escape everywhere until you were captured by this group of old-school zombie natives as a sacrifice. You just woke up."

"You've killed so many people. Isn't this contrary to your original intention of saving lives? Why did you do such a thing?"

"...Because I can't save anyone." Alex slowly raised his head, his eyes staring at the broken wooden sculpture of the old god with empty eyes, "Even in this illusory world, I can't save anyone."

Nishen followed Alex's line of sight and paused for a moment on the smiling face of the old evil god before continuing to ask, "What happened in the real worldline?"

"...it happened..." Alex's eyes were dazed and his face was twisted, as if he was trapped in painful memories that he couldn't bear to recall. "I saved Guy, but Guy...still died. He was burned to ashes. There is no possibility of resurrection."

"Guy died on the eve of the outbreak of the war."

"At that time, I was eager to use my medicine to change everything, to save everyone, to save this war..."

Alex smiled sarcastically. "But who could have known that I would be the one to set the arsenal on fire with paint?"

"But this cowardly, deformed country, the one I fought to protect, doesn't even dare to record in history what really happened."

Alex laughed loudly: "They dare not write that it was me, a native with no flaws in my thinking from childhood to adulthood, a doctor dedicated to saving everyone, who set fire to the warehouse because I discovered the evil of war."

"They were writing about a bunch of natives raiding the munitions depot to prove that they were right to go to war - these natives were just as stupid and hopeless as their recruitment ads said they were, and they were perfectly worthy of being enslaved and blown to pieces."

Nishen asked: "What did you do during the war?"

Alex was silent for a few seconds, his voice hoarse: "...I signed up for the assault team after Guy died. I wanted to take advantage of the chaos of the war to go deep into the indigenous tribe and see if the evil god statue that gave me the power to change life and death could give me an answer to save everyone."

"It rained heavily on the day of the battle. When I was swimming across the lake, I was hit by five or six bullets. I was dying." Alex seemed to want to laugh, but his mouth was pressed down, and he looked like he was about to cry. "...But I didn't die. I saw the wooden sculpture of the evil god."

"Then, I lay in a pool of blood, looking up at the wooden sculpture. I didn't even have the strength to speak. I could only pray over and over in my heart, asking, God, can you save everyone..." Alex said in a daze, "...I don't remember how long I prayed, but suddenly, I heard the sculpture talking to me."

Nishen reacted quickly: "Driven by your extreme desire, you heard the evil god's oracle? What did he say to you?"

Alex's expression was blank. "He said he could make my wish come true, but he wanted me to play a game with him."

"If I win the game, I don't have to pay the wish fulfillment price, and if I lose the game, I'm stuck in this game forever."

Ni Shen paused: "What game?"

Alex's breathing quickened. He looked at Nishen and spoke word by word, "A game he designed called "Jungle Edge"."

Ni Shen asked: "What is the content of the game?"

Alex took a deep breath and looked sideways at the broken old wooden sculpture of the evil god. "He will turn the timeline back to seven days before anything happened, and provide me with an unlimited amount of red paint that can be used to create an undead army."

"I have a total of ten chances to reload the game. He will keep rewinding the timeline to seven days ago. As long as I can prevent the final battle once out of ten times within these seven days, I will win the game. Otherwise, I will lose."

Alex hung his head: "I agreed to his request."

Nishen looked at Alex steadily: "So what did you do in this game?"

"In the first game, I chose to stop Guy from rebelling and persuaded him to stay in our army through the Undead Potion. I said I would secretly save the dead natives and our soldiers through the Undead Potion."

"I was still very naive at that time, and I had unrealistic expectations of my own side." Alex blinked helplessly, "...I thought that as long as I gave them the final victory, the war would be over."

"I chose to aid my own army."

"I tried my best to keep the secret of the potion, but soon, the people I saved found that they had resurrected after death and were completely unafraid of harm for a period of time. They reported this secret to both organizations."

"There are no better soldiers than the undead who haven't been fully resurrected. Because I am in my own organization, after they learned the effect of the potion, they forced me to mass-produce the undead army."

"Of course I refused. No matter what kind of torture they used or who threatened me, I would never agree. I knew I had the drug to make the dead reborn, and I could do it all over again." Alex paused awkwardly, then continued, "--but I didn't expect that they would actually find a group of volunteers."

Nishen asked: "What volunteer army?"

Alex's breathing quickened. "They brought a group of 100 new recruits to me, blindfolded them, pointed guns and flamethrowers at them, and interrogated me. If I didn't take out medicine to save them, they would shoot them to death and then burn their bodies completely with flamethrowers, burning them to ashes."

Nishen was startled, as if he suddenly realized something. He looked down at the sticky corpses under his feet and said, "What are these——"

"Yes," Alex said, "these are the remains of the volunteers."

Alex closed his eyes and said, "The first time, I didn't agree. The second time, I gritted my teeth and still didn't agree."

"They were shot and burned in front of me, time and again. The youngest volunteer was only 15 years old, with a pair of young gray-blue eyes. He rolled on the ground for half an hour after being covered with a black cloth before he stopped struggling. Some of these volunteers were burned into black bones that could still be saved, while others were burned into ashes that could never be saved."

"After countless tortures, I finally broke down and used medicine to save one of the volunteers."

After saying this, Alex was silent for a very long time. His face was shaking with some intense emotion, and his voice was extremely hoarse:

"After the volunteers stood up from the ground, the senior officers who had been watching nearby actually applauded. The volunteers who had just been saved by me actually took off their black cloths with joy, saluted the senior officers, and happily reported that they had completed their mission."

Alex's eyes were red and almost bloodshot: "It was only then that I realized that these teenage volunteers all came here voluntarily."

"Every volunteer who died because of my failure to save someone would receive a five-cent martyr medal. The superior officers told these kids that I had a very powerful biological weapon that could transform the dead into humanoid weapons."

"But because I am picky and selfish, I don't think everyone is qualified to be transformed, so I am unwilling to use this drug on everyone."

"They told these kids, 'I'm going to give you a dangerous mission. I'm going to kill you first, and then I'll pick some people from the dead who will have the right to be reformed.'"

"Those who are not chosen will be the warriors who die for the victory of the war, while those who are chosen will soon become heroes of the war."

Alex's breathing was so fast that his voice was interrupted: "--They told these children that the soldiers who died died because of my cruelty, and the soldiers who survived lived for the war."

"Every slain volunteer standing before me volunteered to fight for the victory of the war."

Alex clenched his fists, his expression gradually becoming numb. "They found my soft spot. I couldn't bear to see them die so cruelly in front of me. They started to bring volunteers over in batches. Sometimes, in order to stimulate me to take out the drugs, they would even torture these volunteers and force me to watch closely."

"I clearly know that these volunteers are willing to accept these tortures. For the sake of victory in the war, they can endure any torture."

"I rescued more and more soldiers, and my undead army grew stronger and stronger, but the war finally broke out."

Alex exhaled, "But in that war, because of the undead army, in order to save military expenses, only these undead soldiers and cold weapons were used. It did not meet the evil god's requirements for the scale of the war, so I did not lose the game."

"The war with the natives was over. It was the sixth day. I was in a trance and thought I was going to win the game tragically, but something unexpected happened."

Alex gritted his teeth and said, "The emergence of the undead has greatly stimulated the desires of military officers and the government. They think these undead are simply perfect weapons of war. They secretly approved the start of another war - to plunder all the territories on the other side of this rainforest as the border."

"On the afternoon of the seventh day, I saw with my own eyes that they fired a cannonball first, which caused a counterattack from the other side. Then they wrote in the report that the other side had launched a sneak attack on us first, thus starting a full-scale war."

Alex said dryly, "It was a horrific battle. I lost the first game and asked the evil god to let me go back seven days."