To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 714 - 404 Everyone is Lonely (Part 2)_2

Chapter 714 -404: Everyone is Lonely (Part 2)_2

Chapter 714 -404: Everyone is Lonely (Part 2)_2

“I also know that you are conducting a massive Sacrilegious Ceremony, which will put you into a state of being possessed by a god. At that time, you are merely a vessel for the divine, so I want to know, why?”

The Bishop tilted her head as she looked at the Black Tech.

She drank the wine, the long-missed alcohol flushing her cheeks, lending her a mix of a young girl’s innocence and a mature woman’s cunning.

Her golden hair scattered, at that moment the Bishop didn’t seem like a powerful Demigod, but rather a three-meter-tall girl-next-door who greets people with a beaming smile from across the way.

Reaching out her hand, she tapped the Black Tech’s lips, laughing as she said, “You know why.”

“…Yes, I do.”

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“The Gods are unable to directly interfere here, that’s an iron Law. However, the invasion of the Demon King has reached a level that can’t be ignored anymore. If they don’t do something, humanity will certainly be annihilated. So, we have always been planning this, to let each God die nobly, and with their lives forge powerful Divine Artifacts.”

“Have they agreed to this?”

“More than agreed, they’re ecstatic to the point of madness. Every one of the Gods is actively preparing for death. They have waited so long for this moment that every time I pray, I am bombarded by a horde of Gods frantically asking when the day they will be slain will come.”

Drinking the wine, the Black Tech felt that the tradition of this world not cherishing one’s life seemed to have started with the Gods.

But just as the Idiotic Divine said, for the sake of saving this world, they were willing to do anything.

This was an emotion nearly incomprehensible to players, yet it was the stark reality of this world, where countless sacrifices were made so their civilization could endure, and all lives were just coins of different denominations for this purpose.

Including the Bishop.

And including the Gods.

Taking another sip of wine, the Black Tech asked, “Then why us, and not the residents here?”

“They aren’t up to it. They are loyal, but they lack the power. To defeat me, one must possess strength beyond that of ordinary people. And as soon as they acquire this strength, they will be deified. This is the Law of the world, and the chasm that we cannot cross.”

The Black Tech nodded, understanding this problem.

This problem was unsolvable; special mechanisms limited the birth of Divine Artifacts and prevented the Gods from transforming themselves into a usable currency.

Looking at the Bishop before him, the Black Tech continued to inquire, “Then why did you choose us?”

“We have a prescient God, but even he can only see a glimpse of certain situations. Our hope is in you, so we are willing to bet everything on you.”

Closing his eyes, the Black Tech understood the situation here.

This was a long-standing sacrifice, a bet made with everything by countless people, to sustain their existence; they were willing to entrust their hope to foreign warriors and convert it all into strength to give to them.

Opening his eyes, the Black Tech’s eyes glistened with the light of realization.

After finishing the last drop of wine, he respectfully bowed and then said to the Bishop facing him, “I am moved. So, I will spare no effort to challenge you afterward, and then I will kill you.”

“Come on, Black Tech. I hope you are my last opponent, and I’m looking forward to your performance.”

Cards unfolded in the Black Tech’s hands, a multitude of artifacts began to take effect, as he played one card after another, setting up a high-level duel with the Bishop there.

The Bishop could not see the Black Tech’s cards; he could only see the Black Tech skillfully using various artifacts, making them unleash all sorts of inconceivable chain effects.

The effects emanating from the artifacts continuously blossomed, bursting like fireworks continuously here, while the last God attached to a shadow, issued heartfelt cheers for the Bishop’s final battle.

This was also a duel that left the Bishop full of praises; even at the end when her body was pierced by countless chains, she still wore a bloodied smile, looking at the Black Tech and said, “Beautiful, you truly are the greatest Magician I’ve ever seen.”

“You are also the most unique NPC I’ve ever seen,”

After this sentiment, Black Tech saw the other’s body gradually disappear until it transformed into a chessboard that landed in his hands.

This was a standard chessboard, and the material felt like bone to the touch.

The pieces inside were divided into black and white, and there appeared to be only thirty-two of them, but Black Tech felt that there were definitely more than what could be seen.

The souls of the Guards killed by the Bishop were attached to it; each piece was a loyal sentinel. This was the Bishop’s final legacy, the last gift forged at the cost of his life.

Touching each of the scalding pieces, Black Tech could feel them pulsating continuously. Their wills were still attached to each chess piece, and the fervor within them had not cooled from becoming chess pieces; instead, it became even hotter.

The last shadow had vanished, and elsewhere, the players’ god-slaying acts had also come to an end.

In the vast inner city, the last of the Gods had perished, and their power had transformed into Divine Artifacts that allowed the players to venture into the heart of the Dark Forest, bearing the power of the Gods to challenge the Demon King.

With the Bishop’s final gift in hand, Black Tech felt a mix of emotions.

His reason told him this was a game; he needn’t feel sorrow for the actions of an NPC.

Everything was the result of the program’s settings; the other’s lines, actions, and resolution were all due to the control of the program. But the impact that the other had had on him flowed in his heart, like a dirge, constantly echoing its last remnants.

Looking at the spot where the Bishop once stood, Black Tech felt that he might never forget him for as long as he lived.

Carrying that set of chess pieces, Black Tech turned and left.

With the complete fall of the Gods, there was no longer any point in exploring here.

Having confirmed that there was nothing left to do, the players began their second advance towards the land of the Demon King.

This time, their journey was a startlingly smooth one.

The new Divine Artifacts made them more than four times faster, and the upgraded magical cards had overwhelming power, making the various demons along the way seem like little animals, allowing the players to quickly reach the depths.

To the players’ surprise, the Priestesses followed as well.

There was a special connection between the Bishop and the Priestesses. When all four Bishops had perished, and all the Gods of the world had vanished, it seemed like the Priestesses understood their mission overnight. Along with the players, they began a persistent advance into the heart of the Dark Forest.

At this point, the Priestesses’ role was no longer like that of lucky mascots at respawn points; they now resembled save points, assisting the players in their continuous advance through the dark forest.

Every coin has its use.

And now was the time for Priestesses, such a currency, to serve their purpose.

The Dark Forest was quickly traversed, and a poisonous morass full of noxious gas appeared before the players—this was their first time encountering a new scene. However, few players reacted with joy, instead feeling a deep sense of sorrow.

The game’s background had been organized by Black Tech onto the forum. The tragic sacrifices made the players aware of everything they carried on their shoulders. The game’s narrative coated their actions in a layer of heroic sorrow, making each player wish to reach the Demon King Castle as soon as possible and bring down the chief culprit.

It was a silent march, every player was solitary. Beside them, apart from the Priestesses they needed to protect, there were various unknown traps and increasingly terrifying demons.

Yet they were not lonely, as each player could bind with multiple Priestesses. They were continuously communicating with one another, and others relayed the information, accelerating the asynchronous network’s spread of messages.

The unique gaming atmosphere endowed the game with an odd hue: everyone was alone, yet constantly helping others and receiving help in return.

Realizing that they had unwittingly become part of this world, a player who caught onto this couldn’t help but exclaim, “This game is divine.”