According to what the strategy NPC said before, the target that Jian Bushian needs to conquer is usually the strongest BOSS in the dungeon.
…and it’s also the most delicious.
Jian Bushian has been in this copy for such a long time, but has not seen the most delicious food yet, so he can't help but feel a little anxious.
He sighed softly, jumped down from the windowsill, and went back to the bedroom to sleep.
****
When Jane woke up the next day after a sleepless night, she saw new changes in the words on the church dome.
[Players are requested to choose a god who can eliminate the plague within two hours. ]
【1.God of Light】
2. Dark God
【3. ? ? ? (to be discovered)】
As expected, there are not just two gods in this copy.
The players thought that they had completed most of the task by finding the God of Light and the God of Darkness, but they didn't expect that they still needed to find a third god, and then find out which god could eliminate the plague.
All this had to be done within two hours.
An old player asked: "Does anyone know the clues to the third god?"
Everyone was silent.
They subconsciously cast their gazes on Jian Bumian, with many complex emotions wrapped in their gazes: admiration, expectation, fear...
Although Jian Bushian is a novice player and doesn't even have any team background or props, his credibility among the players has greatly increased in just a few days in this dungeon.
And, an old proverb has resurfaced among gamers: Don't judge a book by its cover.
Jane Busian was still sitting on the windowsill, with her knees together, obediently gnawing on the butter bread that had just come out of the oven in the church kitchen, one of her cheeks puffed up like a hamster's.
After a while, he noticed everyone was looking at him, turned his head, and said indistinctly with food in his mouth: "Don't look at me, I'm eating breakfast."
Player: “…………”
While eating breakfast, Jian Busian tilted his head and looked at the scenery outside the window.
The sky is blue, the sun is bright...
Before Jian Bumian finished reading, a black shadow suddenly flashed before his eyes, and then a dull thud of something hitting the ground rang in his ears!
When several players heard the noise, they immediately realized that something was wrong: "Someone jumped off the building!"
Jian Bumian: "..."
He subconsciously looked down and out the window.
He saw a person lying on the cement floor downstairs of the church. The person was smashed into pieces, and his head was split into several pieces like a watermelon. Besides blood and flesh, there was also white, soft brain matter, which flowed all over the floor in a sticky mass.
Jane Busian suddenly felt that the butter bread in her hand no longer tasted good.
Other players came to other windows and looked inside.
Not only did they see people on the ground, but... the roof of the church was also full of people! A huge mass of black people covered the top of the church like a dark shadow.
They are all resident NPCs in this instance.
Some of them have been infected with the plague and turned into strange human-rat forms, while others have not been infected.
They are just like many ordinary people, both men and women, old ladies in their eighties and babies crying for food in women's arms.
"Fuck, how did they get up there..." A player trembled and asked, "Are they going to jump off the building?"
The players saw their mouths opening and closing as they muttered to themselves.
Their murmurings grew louder.
The players heard clearly what these NPCs were saying.
——“Why doesn’t God save us?”
“Where has God gone?”
"Where is God?"
None of them could understand why they had been obeying the church since birth, respecting and defending the gods, buying indulgences on time, and collecting sacrifices...
The church says that only in this way will God appear to save them when they are in times of crisis in the future, and only God can save them.
However, now the people in the whole town are in dire straits.
The family members and friends around them will develop a high fever without realizing it, and die suddenly from vomiting black blood within a day.
Or they leave home and never come back.
They are powerless and can only watch their loved ones die, until they themselves slowly become like them, dying in pain and confusion.
But where was God? Where did God go? Why didn’t God come to save them?
The baby in the arms of the little woman on the roof had been infected with the Black Death and slowly turned into a little mouse in his sleep.
The little woman obviously felt that something was wrong with her child. She was angry and crying. She bent down to kiss the child's forehead, which was covered with black hair, and let her tears wet the swaddling clothes.
Then the little woman took a sudden step forward, hugged the child tightly, and jumped down from the roof of the church.
The little woman's husband was a boatman at the dock. He wanted to buy an indulgence for his children and wife, but unfortunately the indulgence was very expensive. In the end, although he managed to collect enough money for the indulgence, he died of exhaustion at the dock at the last moment.
What the little woman received was a black indulgence covered with flea eggs and rat droppings.
She could never have imagined this before she died.
That indulgence covered in germs would never bring salvation to her and her children, but only eternal suffering.
The midday sun was very hot, and the cross on top of the church cast a shadow on the ground, a warm and hazy shadow of the cross.
The people standing in this light and shadow should be choir children or devout nuns.
But at this moment, the light and shadow showed the little woman and her child who had fallen to death.
They were smashed beyond recognition, with limbs and flesh flying everywhere. The little woman's limbs were twisted into strange angles, her head split in two, with brains and flesh flowing out. Despite this, her beautiful green eyes were not shattered, and remained wide open, as if she died with her eyes open.
*****
The players watched as the resident NPCs jumped down from the roof one by one.
Some players subconsciously wanted to stop it, but finally resisted the urge and convinced themselves that the NPC was just a string of codes.
It wasn't just the church that was experiencing this, the whole town was gripped by despair.
In the distance came the distant and ethereal voice of a bard singing a requiem, the smell of burning corpse oil wafted in the air, and the loud cries of collapse rose and fell from time to time.
The players calmed themselves down. After all, they still had missions to complete and could not be immersed in sadness like these NPCs.
The scarlet letter said that within two hours, someone would be chosen who could eliminate the plague.
But they don't even know what the third god is.
Several veteran players gathered their teams together and analyzed the situation in a low voice.
They subconsciously wondered whether there were other things that could be called gods between light and darkness?
Jian Bumian did not join any of the discussion groups. He threw away the butter bread, took out an apple from his pocket, wiped it with his sleeve, and started eating it bite by bite.
Seeing that Jian Bumian was always calm and unhurried, a player couldn't help but ask curiously, "Don't you have any ideas?"
“…”
Jian Busian bit off a piece of the apple with her pearly teeth and said calmly, "Yes."
The player's eyes lit up and he leaned his ear over: "Quick, tell me."
Jian Busian raised his eyelids and said, "Are you sure you want to listen?"
"Of course, boss!" The player was getting anxious as the two hours were about to end.
Jian Busian lowered her thick eyelashes, pursed her lips, and asked a little embarrassedly: "Then do you have any reward?"
The player suddenly realized: "This is not easy! After we get out of this dungeon, I will put all the treasures my guild has collected in front of you, and you can pick any one!"
Jian Busian nodded: "Okay."
Then he will see if there is anything food among these treasures.
As soon as he finished speaking, a few more people around him looked at Jian Bumian expectantly.
The player scratched his head embarrassedly: "These people are all from my guild. If you don't mind, let them listen..."
"Um."
Jian Bumian had no objection. He was not the kind of person who would hide good things, except for food, of course.
He opened his thin lips and said nonchalantly, "I don't think there are any gods in this copy."
The player was stunned: "D-really??"
Jian Busian half-closed his eyes and analyzed: "This copy is a replica of real history. The social customs and people's style are the same. There is only one thing that is different."
"Where?"
Jian Busian took a bite of the apple and continued, "Religion, have you ever seen any religious system with such messy gods of darkness and light?"
Even if there is, it does not belong to the religious system of ancient Europe.
What's more, one of the two gods is a black-hearted seller in the painting, and the other is a naughty child who is full of lies. Even a dog would shake his head when seeing them.
Jian Bumian: "So I think those two gods might be a cover released by the copy, and the third god is the real 'god', and only it can eliminate the plague."
A player frowned: "Didn't you say there are no gods in this instance?"
"There is no God. The 'God' mentioned in the copy may just be a code name."
Jian Busian narrowed his eyes and carefully recalled his thoughts.
Although he does not remember his memories as an NPC, he can barely remember some of his memories as a living person in the real world in the distant past.
He remembered that he had taken history classes in school.
He knew that the period when the Black Death broke out was a dark age in Europe, full of death and despair.
At the same time, it was the Black Death that made people realize that God could not save them.
Even let them understand that there is no God in this world.
The church, priests, and indulgences are simply shackles that bind people.
It was this tiny but important fuse that ignited the light, albeit belatedly.
After the dark age of ignorance and blind belief in God ended, what did people believe in?
Trust people.
This belief brought about movements such as the Renaissance, which were centered on humanities, and the entire world was slowly recovering and ushering in a new life.
Humanity ultimately used its own power to dispel the darkness and usher in light.
I don’t believe in God, I don’t believe in the devil, I only believe in people.
Jian Busian finished eating an apple and slowly finished his speculation.
"This is why I think there are no gods in this copy, because in real history, gods have never appeared to save people. Gods have never existed."
"Since this instance is a replica of reality, there should be no god NPCs. The God of Light and the God of Darkness are just a cover, or maybe they broke into this instance and caused trouble themselves."
"As for who the third god is, the answer is obvious and you should be able to guess it."
Jane Busian turned around, tilted his head and looked towards the dome of the church.
The sunlight shines through the stained glass and brushes over the exquisite murals on the dome, and the fine dust dances with the warm light and shadow.
The red words suspended in the air slowly changed shape.
[Players are requested to select a god who can eliminate the plague within two hours. Once the correct choice is made, the sacrifice ceremony can be performed.]
【1.God of Light】
2. Dark God
【3. People】
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