"The second time, Guy and I defected to the Aboriginal camp." Alex narrated in a low voice.

"This time, with Guy's encouragement, I learned about these indigenous people and their belief in evil gods. I used to think they were very ignorant, but that was the first time I felt that ignorance was a good thing."

Alex chuckled twice: "Their faith comes from the land and the evil god. They will never leave the territory given to them by the evil god to invade other places. In other words, they will not start a large-scale war and continue to invade other places like my army did."

"I foolishly thought that if I could just let the natives win the war peacefully, then this would be the end of it."

"I already know that hiding this potion is useless, because those who were saved by me will tell their own camp about the effect of this potion no matter what, so this time I chose to tell the natives the effect of the potion directly."

Alex lowered his head and his expression was unclear. "After resurrecting two more dead natives, they easily believed me. I created a large number of native undead armies, formulated a plan, and attacked the enemy in an orderly manner. Soon I achieved a phased victory."

"When the enemy was desperate and prepared to use artillery in large quantities, I ambushed them with the Undead Army and transferred this huge batch of artillery to the indigenous people."

"On the sixth night, under the dual threats of the Undead Army and massive artillery fire, they finally gave in, chose to negotiate peacefully with the natives, and gave up further attacks."

Alex said in a hoarse voice: "I don't know how long this false peace can last, but I still felt relieved at that moment. After signing the peace agreement and stopping the war, I thought I would definitely win the game this time, but I never expected..."

He closed his eyes, took two deep breaths, and then continued with difficulty: "...When I returned to the native camp, they aimed their artillery at the group of undead troops that had been fully resurrected."

"The natives said that these undead people were evil and cursed by the gods. They had tolerated the existence of these undead people until the end of the war, and only now did they finally decide to judge them."

Alex said hoarsely, "No matter how I explained that these undead would be no different from normal people after they were fully resurrected, they still didn't believe it. Unspeakable fear filled everyone's face. They shouted that these undead would not die easily and that they had to be bombarded repeatedly with cannons to smash them into pieces so that they could not be resurrected again."

"...those undead were once their parents, friends, lovers, and even children. They knelt before me, holding their corpses and crying for me to resurrect them. But now, after using those undead to gain victory, they are frightened by their opponents' strength and instead declare them heretics and want to send them to hell."

Alex sneered: "How ironic! I was originally thankful for their ignorance of not hurting others, but now it has become a weapon that hurts themselves."

"I shouted at the undead to flee, but they stayed where they were."

"Because during the resurrection process, they will gradually recover their memories from seven days ago. They don't know what happened in these seven days. They just open their arms and smile to the relatives and friends who come over, and then let them put them on the cannon."

Alex gritted his teeth and said, "Until the last moment they were targeted by the gun's hole, they still didn't understand what was happening. I watched with my own eyes as they were completely alive, shouting the names of their loved ones, and were blown to pieces by their loved ones."

"...I lost the second time, and I chose to start over again."

"In the third game, I didn't join any camp. I went crazy and kept creating my own undead army to attack and control the other two camps. The more they resisted, the more people died, and the more people in my undead army grew."

Alex took two deep breaths. "That's it. I quickly took control of the situation. In order to contain me, the other two sides had to stop fighting and chose to cooperate. One side transported a large number of artillery, and the other side used the terrain to coordinate with each other to attack me."

"But the artillery was intercepted by me again. After the first two times, I not only mastered the firepower distribution, but also had a very clear understanding of the terrain. I thought I just had to hold on for seven days."

Alex paused and said, "On the sixth night, I went to ask the evil god. I said that as long as there is no war in these seven days, I will win, right?"

"He said yes, but your worldline will continue to run as if you were the winner."

Alex shed a tear, his voice choking: "...In other words, if I win in this world line, I must continue to create undead to ensure the strength of my faction, and to force the other two factions to cooperate and prevent them from fighting."

"But after seven days, these undead people will become living people. They are no longer immortal, but normal living people with flesh and blood. If I continue to create undead people, I must keep killing people. If I stop killing people, the war will continue to break out, and everything I want to change will not change in essence."

"Once again, I chose to reload the file."

Alex was silent for a long time, his eyes staring at the statue of the old evil god with empty eyes: "...I have come back ten times, I have tried everything to prevent the outbreak of the war, to prevent everyone from dying."

"But even if I had an unlimited supply of immortality potion and ten chances to start over, a large number of people would still die in this war."

"I realized that neither the drug nor I could save anyone, and the only way to stop the war is to eliminate the initiators of the war, so that the harm of the war will not be further expanded."

Alex shed tears numbly: "So when I read the file for the last time, I chose to use all the paint given to me by the evil god to pour on the arsenal and kill everyone with my own hands on the eve of the war."

"Finally, the real world ended with me killing everyone for the last time, and the time of the world continued to move forward."

"I lost the game with the evil god, so he combined my experiences that had been repeated ten times to create this nightmare-like world of war that keeps repeating. He froze me here forever as a character in his game, and watched my pain for fun."

Alex hung his head, tears dripping from his chin: "... Every cycle in this war world where I exist begins with a new group of soldiers that I have never seen before arriving, and ends with these soldiers playfully sinking the undead I created to the bottom of the lake to count them."

"I have lost count of how many times Guy has been sunk to the bottom of the lake and reappeared in the tent, lying next to me, because other living dead will forget what happened seven days ago after they are resurrected. They don't remember anything."

“But I remember.”

Alex smiled at the evil wooden sculpture with a broken heart, tears rolling down his cheeks: "--I remember every cycle!"

"Because I am not a living dead, I am the only living person in this world of the living dead. God does not allow me to die, so I cannot forget. I remember everything."

Alex's voice was so hoarse that it was almost a breath:

"At first I was trapped here and tried to change what happened here, tried to save them in this virtual world, but then I became desperate - I couldn't change anything."

He smiled blankly:

"No one understood what I was doing except Guy, who believed me completely, so I told him what was going to happen and Guy said, let's run away."

"We found a foggy blank area, which should be the boundary of this virtual war world. We tried many ways to get out, but Guy and I didn't give up. After each cycle, I talked to Guy again, and we came here again to find a way out."

"Until one day," Alex whispered softly, "I knelt on the edge, the trapped desire was driving me crazy, and I heard the voice of the evil god again. He asked me, do you want to go out?"

"I said yes, and he said he could design a way for me to get out, but only one of me and Guy could escape from here, so I had to choose."

Alex's eyes were red: "I chose to let Guy out."

"Guy knew nothing. He couldn't hear the evil god's voice. I watched him disappear into the mist. A surprised voice came from the other end, saying, Alex, I'm out!"

"The mist disappeared in an instant, and I saw Guy standing on the other side of the barrier. He smiled and waved, asking me to get out quickly. I said I needed to study the rules of how to get out, and that it might have been an accident. I might have to wait for the next seven days to get out."

Alex blinked slightly. "Guy is the living dead. I know he will be completely resurrected in the next seven days, and then forget that I am trapped in this world. He may think I am dead in the real world."

"But at least, there is one person, my love, who was saved by me."

"Guy came to the edge of the barrier to find me every day. He couldn't get in, so he shared with me what he saw outside. He told me with surprise that he had found my grave and his grave, with Iliana's letter and wedding dress on top. He said that the little girl had grown up and actually made him a wedding dress."

Alex's voice was choked with sobs: "He was so happy holding up his wedding dress and smiling. Suddenly, I felt that my pain had meaning."

"But seven days later, I came to that border again, ready to see Guy one last time before the cycle started again..."

Alex was trembling all over. "I found Guy on the other side of the barrier. He was holding his wedding dress and turned into an unconscious corpse. He turned into a bluish-white zombie."

"I almost went crazy, smashing the wooden sculpture of the evil god over and over again, asking him why."

"The evil god told me that Guy was originally a living dead. When he left this virtual world and entered reality, the time on him also left the time of the virtual world and synchronized with the real time."

"The evil god said in a sad voice, Alex, have you forgotten? In the real world, in the ending you chose, Guy had already been blown to death by you. He was originally just a corpse."

"Guy only has seven days to live. After seven days, he will become what he should be in the real world."

"I'm unwilling to give up. I've tried again and again to get Guy to leave here, but I've failed. All I've done is add countless zombie brides to the border."

Alex's voice gradually faded away: "I finally gave up and numbly took the wedding dress and letter that the zombie Guy brought back, waiting to give them to the other Guy in the next cycle, so that he can wear Irena's wedding dress and marry me before he dies. This may make him the happiest thing."

“…Otherwise, I can’t do anything.”

Nishen stared at him: "You must hate the evil god very much. I don't understand why you want to help the evil god complete the sacrificial ceremony of the new evil god's successor this time?"

Alex's eyes moved, as if looking at Nishen, then turned back and looked at the statue of the new evil god: "- Do you know how to escape the control of a god?"

Nishen was silent for a moment: "Go create a new god, right?"

"How can you be sure that this new god is a good person and won't continue to design games to torture you?"

Alex's voice was almost inaudible:

"I don't know, but I've never seen the evil god have such a strong obsession with a new soldier. The moment the soldier named Bai Liu entered this war world, I heard the evil god happily tell me that the new evil god, his long-chosen successor, has finally arrived."

"At that moment, I could hardly control my disgust towards Bai Liu. I also hated the subordinates he brought in. I hated them for contacting Guy."

Nishen recalled in his heart - that's why Bai Liu told him before that his favorability level fell below the safe value when he first saw Alex after entering the game, while the favorability levels of these choices and the players in Alex's enemy camp were all stable above 60.

It turns out there is another reason behind this.

Alex continued, "But soon I didn't hate Bai Liu so much, because the evil god told me that once the new god was formed, he would fall and his control over me would be lifted - this Bai Liu was here to destroy him and then inherit his throne."

"The rotation among gods is just as brutal, no different from humans." Alex couldn't help but smile sarcastically, "Maybe it's because the nature of gods is also that of humans full of desires."

"Have you ever thought about why the evil god told you this information that is harmful to him?" Ni Shen asked, "What if he wants to kill..."

Nishen stopped abruptly when he said this.

Alex turned his head to look at Ni Shen. His eyebrows were lowered, his eyes were gloomy, and his laughter was crazy: "- Kill me or who else? What I am least afraid of now is death."

"I don't want to save anyone anymore, and I'm not afraid of anything anymore. No matter what the cost, as long as I can put an end to all this, I'm willing to do it."

Alex panted, his eyes red:

"When that guy, that evil god, told me these things, when he said Bai Liu would destroy him, he was smiling from the bottom of his heart."

"He fully expects Bai Liu to kill him and become the new evil god."

Alex sneered morbidly: "--Maybe he is like me, tired of living, waiting to die in this world full of ugly human desires, and is about to go crazy, so he is so eager for someone to end his life."

Alex stared at the wooden sculpture of the old evil god:

"You know, new soldier, I had a conversation with this evil god once after I lost the game, and he asked me condescendingly, asking me if I knew why I lost the game?"

"I said I didn't know, I had tried my best, but it still couldn't change anything, why couldn't everyone survive."

"So he laughed and said that most of the time, human desires are based on mutual harm. The less happy a person is, the more he wants to hurt others or the stronger his desires are, the more meaningful his existence is."

"He is the seer, the storer and the listener of all the evil desires in this world. As long as there is one person in this world whose desires smell of blood, the evil god's game will never stop."

Alex's eyes gradually moved from the old woodcarving to the face of the new woodcarving: "——And Bai Liu is the player he found who is most suitable for the game related to desire. His desire is so strong that it can transcend this game and touch the existence of God."

"Bai Liu is a player born for the evil god's game. Everything the evil god has carefully prepared in the game, war, destruction, death, souls, are all to celebrate his coming."

"God favors him and is willing to die for him." Alex paused, "Whether it's the last one who died long ago or this one who is full of expectations."

The smile on the old wooden sculpture of the evil god became more and more strangely gentle and sweet. The new wooden sculpture of the evil god was less than one-third left and was about to be born perfectly from the original wood.

The smile on the face of the Xinxin God wooden sculpture is warm and peaceful, as if a merciful god is vainly looking down on all living beings.

Temple.

The prophet sitting on the stone bench was petrified to the point of his chest, which made it difficult for him to speak. His voice became hoarse: "--What did you put into this instance?"

The hooded man had an eerily gentle smile that looked exactly like the one on the old wooden sculpture of the evil god. He clasped his hands together and then opened them again. A pure black whip and a suspended inverted cross appeared out of thin air between his hands.

"——His original weapons and beliefs."

The whip was covered with bone spurs and was extremely sharp. Compared to the previous Siren Bone Whip and Spade's Lizard Bone Whip, this whip looked similar, but it carried a distinct murderous aura.

The inverted cross is made of some unknown stone. The color of the stone looks like blood flowing, and it exudes a soul-stirring light.

The Prophet's pupils shrank for a moment: "You put Bai Liu's weapon and the reverse cross in this copy?"

"Bai Liu is the most perfect successor I picked out from all the Bai Lius." The man smiled with indulgence, "I destroyed his original weapon and the reverse cross, so I should at least replace him with newer and better ones, right?"

"It's like I killed his old god, so I should give him a new and more perfect god."

The prophet gasped with all his might: "Bai Liu hates you, he will never become your believer, so your statement of giving him a more perfect new god is totally untrue. He will not believe in you, nor will he want what you give him. The only person Bai Liu will believe in is——"

"Tavel." The man under the hood lifted his eyelids and smiled. "But prophet, if Tavel doesn't exist, you still missed a person who the White Willow Society believes in."

The prophet was stunned, and this time his expression was completely frozen.

The man under the hood laughed: "——That's Bai Liu himself."

"The more perfect new god I'm talking about is not myself, but Bai Liu herself."

"It doesn't matter if Bai Liu dislikes me, hates me, or hates me. I need him to have this kind of emotion towards me." The man had a smile in his eyes. "I will continue to take away the things he cherishes, so that Bai Liu will have to face me and kill me."

"——Because only God has the power to kill God, Bai Liu should have fully understood this truth by now. In order to kill me, he has to accept all the gifts of God's power from me——"

The man smiled softly: "--Then, as I wish, you will become the new evil god who kills me, the old god."

The prophet spoke word by word with great effort, as if he was having difficulty breathing: "Do you really want Bai Liu to become the new god? You will be destroyed by him because of this."

The hooded man slowly stood up. He turned his back to the prophet who was almost completely petrified. He looked at the waves rising in the sea outside the temple. He had a smile on his face, but his eyes reflected nothing:

"Prophet, you can see the future, so you should know that nothing in this world can last forever, rocks, water, waves, sky and earth, even God will perish one day."

"——That's why living things have the instinct to reproduce. All conscious things are instinctively looking for some way to continue their existence."

The prophet coughed and said, "Are you trying to seek the continuation of your existence in Bai Liu?"

"No, I think it's boring to pursue the continuation of this kind of existence." He smiled, "So I hope there is someone, a guy who completely complies with the rules of my game, a player who can crack all my games, who can break all the rules I set for each world and come to me, and kill me, the game designer, with my own hands."

His eyes hidden under the hood flashed with a strange light: "-Don't you think it's fun to be killed by such a person in a game-like way?"

The prophet spoke hoarsely: "——There are so many Bai Liu who can beat your game, why did you choose Bai Liu as your successor?"

The man turned his head slightly and asked with interest: "--Then let me ask you, why do you put all your chips to win against me on this Bai Liu, why not on another Bai Liu?"

The prophet was silent.

The man turned his head, the sea breeze blowing his long ponytail outside the hood. He lowered his eyelids and smiled softly: "—Because you and I both know that this Bai Liu is different."

"Bai Liu's soul is completely different from those crudely made Bai Liu. He is the most perfect and the most interesting."

"He has a soul full of desire and restraint."

"If I am going to perish in some way," he said, looking at the boundless sea, smiling expectantly, "I hope that Bai Liu, who has such a soul, will kill me personally."