I Became a God in a Horror Game

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Next to the rose field.

The hundreds of kilograms of roses collected from the expropriation piled up a hill next to the flower field. Qi Yifang stood in front of the rose flower field. He took out a direction sign that swayed left and right with the wind and held it up at the rose mountain. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. tone.

"...The relative humidity of the air is 78%, the temperature is 26 degrees Celsius, cloudy to cloudy, there is no continuous breeze to the breeze, the wind is northerly wind..."

Qi Yifang opened his eyes abruptly, and he used his thumb to swipe the wooden direction sign with a calm tone: "Now start the daytime weather forecast today."

[System prompt: Players use skills in one boat (weather broadcast)]

[Skill usage range: a circular area with a local radius of ten meters]

[Skill use effect: can predict the weather in a local area, and control the wind direction, wind, sunshine and rain and possible weather characteristics within a certain range]

[Reminder: This skill will cause the player's physical strength and mental value to decline to a certain extent. Is the player sure to use this skill? 】

【Sure. 】

The wooden direction sign on Qi Yifang's hand fell with the sound of the system broadcast, and began to swing left and right rapidly, and the physical and mental value bars on Qi Yifang's personal panel also began to decline.

Qi Yifang exhaled and began to announce in a deep voice:

“…During the day today, a mild tornado with a wind force of about 2g appeared locally… It was followed by 12 hours of sunshine, the wind was mild at night, and it was cloudy.

clear……"

The weather vane in his hand fell with the voice, from swinging left and right to spinning.

A swirling cold wind blew, and a small area that was strangely stagnant next to the flower field began to spin. It wandered back and forth around the piled rose hills. The roses weighing about 2g hovered in the sky on the gentle rotation of the wind. , the lighter impurities are blown away, while the heavier impurities remain on the ground without being carried away.

The magic tornado with its weight parameter set is like a high-precision centrifuge, which perfectly separates roses and other things.

It takes a day and a night to pick and clean the fresh and dry roses. This time, it only took ten minutes, and they were cleaned and neatly stacked. The mild tornado quickly disappeared, brilliant The sunlight poured down immediately, and the tick beads on the petals shone brightly.

Qi Yifang withdrew the weather vane. He looked at the pile of dried-leaf roses in front of him that had entered the [Drying] stage, patted the grass scum that was blown all over his body, turned his head in satisfaction, and smiled at the other two.

"It's all been dealt with, and we can enter the second link early tomorrow."

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The rose factory plaza.

There was a long queue next to a fully automatic mesh sieving apparatus.

This is a relatively rare modern mechanical equipment in a rose factory. It only takes a few minutes of screening to pour the roses in, and then you can get clean dried roses after sorting.

However, because the rose factory mainly focuses on hand-refined anti-industrial perfume brands, there are only a few such instruments, which are occupied by the old processors and regarded as their privilege.

Previously, Qi Yihang and his group were also planning to line up here to use this instrument to sieve roses, but they were chased away by a few old processing workers, scolding them that they would be lazy to use the instrument just after they got promoted, and they would think about it all day long if they didn't do things well. For stealing and slipping, the newcomer will go to me and squat on the ground to pick up dead leaves!

Although Qi Yihang and the others are not afraid of these processors, considering that it is best not to offend NPCs in the game, and they also have a way to deal with their work - that is, Qi Yihang's skills.

In a game where the spirit value cannot be recovered actively, it is not a good choice to use the skills that consume the spirit value to complete the task, but Qi Yifang doesn't want to cause too much trouble, their main purpose is to save the little witch, so in the end he also brings The other two walked away in a huff.

But now the situation has changed markedly.

The moment Tang Erda, who was tall and sturdy, stepped into the queue, the old processing workers who noticed that he was a new one began to beep impatiently:

"Why are you newcomers so ignorant?! Ah?! You have to rob us old people's instruments! What are you doing?"

"That is, I don't understand those of you who just want to be lazy and use machinery. If you don't train, you will be nothing in the future, and you will be demoted. We are all for your own good."

Tang Erda glanced at the processing workers who were scolding him.

He didn't speak directly, but Tang Erda was tall, with long and sturdy limbs. The original wide protective suit was attached to him like a sportswear jacket. .

These processors were silenced for a moment by him, and did not speak out loudly, only dared to whisper.

But seeing that Tang Erda was about to use an instrument, an old processing worker directly inserted into Tang Erda's team, and looked back at Tang Erda very provocatively, and then clapped his hands to let the people who were in line behind Tang Erda. People also jump in.

This man was obviously going to give Tang Er Ma Wei, and prevent Tang Er from hitting this newcomer with instruments.

The newcomers can use the instruments. Isn't their work efficiency higher? !

Originally, the processing staff of the rose factory had a high elimination rate. If they did not run on these new arrivals, it would be even more difficult for these old processing staff to be promoted to factory workers!

To let the newcomers know the unspoken rules, use these unspoken rules to squeeze the living space of the newcomers, squeeze the fruits of their labor, and facilitate their own promotion - this is the conventional idea of ​​all old processors.

Although this kind of thinking and practice is no less than cutting off the new worker's way of life and sending them to death, the old worker doesn't care about this.

They even want new workers to die as many as possible so that no one can take their place and lay them off.

Qi Yifang also encountered this dilemma and left as a last resort - they haven't figured out the specific routine of this third-level game, and it is not a good choice to rashly offend a large number of NPCs.

But Tang Erda was not afraid to offend NPCs.

His strength is enough to make him mess around in the third-level game, even if Tang Erda attracts hatred because of this, all the processing workers in the entire Rose Factory chase after Tang Erda after turning into monsters. He was also confident that the final death would be the processing worker who turned into a monster, not him.

So Tang Erda moved the sack containing roses to his left hand, and indifferently made a straight stroke with his right hand, and suddenly a silver gun appeared in his hand.

The heavy gun fell, and was lightly hooked on the index finger by Tang Er and turned around, then held and raised, aiming the gun at the back of the head of the old employee who cut in the queue.

"I don't mind killing people before work." His tone was calm and indifferent. "My previous job was to kill people who turned bad. Do you think you're bad enough now?"

The old processing worker in front, who was originally proud, shuddered like a dustpan when he heard the sound of the gun being loaded behind him.

Carrying the sack, Tang Erda stepped forward as if nothing had happened, poured the roses into the apparatus for screening, and then got the filtered roses and put them in the sack. Putting the sack on his shoulder, he walked out.

The old processing workers, who had just blocked Tang Er, gave him a sullen look and made way for him.

"What's wrong with this new batch of processing workers!" After confirming that Tang Erda's back had completely disappeared in front of his eyes, the processing worker who was pointed at by Tang Erda just now began to swear, "Either it is to rob us of instruments. , or just don’t know how to finish the work in a while, and the other two haven’t started screening yet!”

"It's almost noon, and I don't know where to go. If I don't dry it quickly, I won't be able to hand over the roses of the qualified weight when it is weighed tomorrow." The processor said and gloated again, "These two Processors are expected to be downgraded directly to flower pickers."

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Inside the abandoned factory.

Bai Liu was standing on a rusted shipping container surrounded by a group of homeless people who had recovered their consciousness.

The refugees, who had just been awakened by Bai Liu's perfume, sat obediently on the dirty floor around the container. The last glimmer of hope.

"I believe you all know Mr. Bai Liu." There was another refugee standing on the container, the one who took the lead last night. He stood respectfully half a step behind Bai Liu, and introduced Bai Liu to the people below with shining eyes. "The rose perfume you got this time was earned by Mr. Bai Liu working in the factory and distributed to us for free!"

This remark caused a small uproar among the refugees, which soon stopped when the refugee who spoke up pressed his hands down.

"Okay, okay, please don't get excited for the time being, Mr. Bai Liu will bring us more good news." The refugee took it back with excitement, and bent over to ask Bai Liu, who was born behind, " Now ask Bai Liu to come and say a few words for us now!"

Bai Liu Shishi stepped forward, his voice was not loud, but in order to hear what he said was surprisingly quiet, it seemed that Bai Liu's voice echoed clearly and powerfully in this empty and dilapidated factory.

"From the bottom of my heart, I want to help you for free." Bai Liu took out a new bottle of perfume from his pocket, his eyes were calm and his tone was sincere, "But the refugees I can help by my own strength are really It’s too limited, and I’m just a low-level processing worker in the factory, getting paid on time every day.”

"Now I can earn up to 3 bottles of low-grade perfume a day, and a bottle of low-grade perfume can last up to four hours. According to the weight of this perfume, I will assign it to each of you, and I can't keep many people awake for a long time. If this goes on, I won't be able to help you for a long time."

Bai Liu's words dimmed the eyes of the refugees under the container.

But they didn't accuse Bai Liu of why he didn't continue to help them.

After a long period of torment, Bai Liu, a character who appears to be like a god, gives them completely selfless help. Even if this help is only short-term, it can make them return to human form and survive for a while. Don't be immersed in that They were also grateful for the pain of the rose that ruled the mind, and the tingling of the endless tentacles on the bones.

They haven't maintained the shape of a human for so long that they can't tell whether they are human or monster. Even if they are sitting on the ground well, they have the urge and trance to get down on their knees and walk around.

"But as long as you are willing to help me, my help to you can be extended indefinitely." Bai Liu's words changed, and the refugee who lowered his head raised his head neatly with a "swoosh", looking at him nervously and eagerly.

Bai Liu continued unhurriedly: "My strength alone is limited, but if you can help me, let me complete more work in the factory, get more perfume, and distribute it to more The refugees, let more refugees be helped and awakened, I promise that every bottle of perfume you help me produce will be used to help more refugees and let them join our team until I become the director of the factory.”

"The day I got the rose perfume formula and became the director of the factory." Bai Liu said seriously, "I promise that every bottle of rose perfume produced from the factory to everyone is free and always free."

This is obviously a very tempting proposition.

The refugees below couldn't help but gulped, but their faces were both joy and fear—a promise all too familiar to them.

Back then, when rose perfume was rampant, those manufacturers used such a sweet banner to lure them into the bait, but now?

Those manufacturers who said they would distribute rose perfume to them for free, wish they could sell a bottle of perfume for a sky-high price!

They looked at the peaceful white willow on the container with suspicion, fear, anxiety, and tears in their eyes, just like looking at the last straw in the dark swamp. Into a bigger, deeper, more inextricable quagmire.

But what's the use of it? Apart from believing that Bai Liu would be a good factory manager, they had no choice.

When rose perfume is accepted and abused by them unconsciously, the ending is already doomed, they can only choose to accept this ending, or escape from this ending with death.

After a long period of time, someone very slightly raised the trembling, withered hand that was left with only bones, and asked in a very low voice, "...Mr. Bai Liu, can you really be a good factory manager?"

The woman who asked the question was a woman with a rotten body. Only her forehead was withered on her face. In her arms, she was holding a baby with withered feet that looked only a few months old.

The little baby was curled up in her arms at the last breath, sucking the thumb that was about to wither. In the pure and round black eyes were two roses that were completely different from the age of this little baby, aging and withering.

She looked at Bai Liu with tears in her eyes with the same roses that were about to wither, her voice choked: "...If you became the factory manager, would you always be a kind person willing to help us? ?"

"No." Bai Liu replied bluntly, "It's very likely not. I'm just saying this to trick you into working for me, just like the previous factory manager who promoted rose perfume."

After a quiet moment, Bai Liu's words fell into the stunned eyes of the refugees below, like a drop of water dripping into a frying pan.

The refugees clenched their fists and stood up, their chests heaving violently, and staring at Bai Liu fiercely, the eyes that originally held a faint hope became angry and dead, and some people lowered their heads numbly, as if they had long ago. This ending was already expected.

The young mother who had just asked Bai Liu lowered her hand weakly. She covered her face and began to cry in a low voice, as if she was saying the child's name.

But among them, still no one rushed up to attack Bai Liu.

——Because even if Bai Liu made his bad intentions so straightforward, Bai Liu was their last hope, just like their despair.

As long as they can briefly escape the tarsal addiction of rose water, the helpless refugees can only be coerced by those who master the source and forced to fall into a deeper hell.

Bai Liu's eyes swept across the faces of the refugees below who had various emotions because of his words.

He could have used the reason just now to deceive these desperate refugees.

You see, even if he tells them now that he's lying to them, they'll deceive themselves and go with him and work for him for free, just for an ethereal aroma.

As long as perfume exists, this vicious circle will definitely exist. When the common people start to hope that the thinking of "good people will be the factory managers" will make everyone happy, this itself means that there is no way for other things to restrain evil— —

——If morality is used to restrain interests, interests will only be presented in the form of morality.

But Bai Liu doesn't like perfume. He likes money. This kind of world means nothing to him. Even if he relies on these refugees to get more perfume, it just symbolizes a condescending sense of superiority on the spiritual level.

Bai Liu has no sense of this [sense of superiority].

He prefers a world where coins circulate as hard currency, so he wants to end the existence of this world.

"You can't expect me to be a good person, I'm not a particularly good person, or in other words, at that time, as long as rose perfume exists, no one will be a good person as a factory manager."

Bai Liu lowered his eyes and looked at the refugees below, his tone was as flat as ever, "But if I say, let me be the factory manager, I will have a way to make the rose perfume disappear, so that none of you will continue to wither, you are willing to help me?"

The refugees under the stage raised their heads slowly, in disbelief, and Bai Liu's emotionless face was reflected in the eyeballs implanted with roses.

"You help me become the factory manager, and I will help you end the fate of withering." Bai Liu said, "This is not a free help, but an equivalent transaction, do you do it?"

The young mother stood up first with tears in her eyes. She held up her child and asked incoherently, "Really?! Mr. Bai Liu, do you really have a way to end us and end my child's withering?!"

Bai Liu smiled, the sixth petal of the rose in his right eye was in full bloom, and the cracks on the edge of the eye socket were deep and bone was visible: "If I can't do it, I will also wither."

"I gave you most of the perfume I got. You can supervise me doing this all the time, but if I can't find a way to relieve it, I'll be the first to wither, so will you believe me?"

A brief, audible silence.

The mother hugged the child tightly, lowered her head, and cried out with trembling lips, "Thank you, thank you!!"

Inexplicable excitement erupted in the abandoned factory.

The refugees held up the white willows on the container and threw them upwards. The roses in their eyes were burning faintly but firmly like a fire that was about to be extinguished.

The author has something to say: Let me explain here, this skill of Qi Yihang does not exist! ! The normal weather broadcast tornado cannot have such a rating and unit of 2g. The wind force is grade 1 and 2, and the wind direction is north wind. Here is an exaggeration of the skills. I hope you don't bring it into reality. There is no 2g. Tornadoes do not exist on theoretical basis. They are made up by me. They are limited in the game and simulate the feeling of a centrifuge. Thank you!

I finally have the strength to add more! ! ! ! (tears

I will keep trying to add more! ! I TM must write like crazy! ! Write tm's! ! ! I hope I can write more than half of the league this year, and end a good year during the Lunar New Year (start peacefully dreaming)

My base friend: Although I don't think it's possible, I encourage you to do this kind of dreaming and exploding liver behavior. Come on, as long as you can't write to death, write to death! (Unconsciousness

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