God Simulator Chapter 713

 Bayan drifts with the current in the soil.

He wears the work clothes specially made by the Yao people, with a layer of forbidden stone armor on the outside, which can prevent the entry of soil. But this is only temporary, as the crystal mask fixed on the helmet will gradually break under the continued pressure of the soil.

 Work clothes can only keep death out for a while.

Through the cracked crystal mask, Bayan saw the white soil changing and squirming like some kind of mollusk. They gradually stretched and contracted, creating a human face with a broad nose, square face, thick lips, and slightly raised brow bones.

Opposite the crystal, a face that looks like itself but seems different is looking at me.

 Bayan is very calm.

　　Degulin people are not afraid of death, and death is always common on the grasslands.

 Now we need to find ways to seek help from outside.

Bayan tried it and found that it was difficult to move his body. This inability to move was like falling into some kind of whirlpool. It was very difficult for him to move his hands and feet even slightly.

There was a small crackling sound in my ears.

There is another diagonally downward slit in the center of the crystal mask.

Bayan frowned.

 He saw a kitten suddenly appear on the crystal mask.

It was covered in white soil, like a drowned cat that accidentally fell into the quagmire. The cat held the mask with its paws and stared at itself with a pair of amber-yellow eyes.

Bayan has dealt with cats in Degulin, where prairie cats live, a group of alert and dexterous small beasts. They mainly appear at night and almost always hide in caves during the day. They are solitary and cannot be tamed, but they will occasionally appear in the tribe to beg for food. If food is given, they will allow people to touch them.

There are also some weak cats who will take the cubs and put them in front of the tribe's tent. The mother cat will not leave until someone adopts them.

 Normally, they are solitary and cautious little animals.

Bayan didn't understand why there was a cat swimming in the sea of ​​​​resistance. There is only endless void above the sea of ​​​​soil, and there is almost no world nearby. Only the mines of the Yao civilization stand. This is also the basic knowledge that every miner must master and remember.

“Did you accidentally end up here too?”

 Bayan murmured.

 The drowned cat opened his mouth: "It's not an accident, I've always been here."

 Bayan opened his eyes wide.

Does this cat understand even through the crystal? What he spoke was Degulin's native dialect.

 Is it because of the refreshing mint in your work clothes? This is standard for miners and will allow miners from different worlds to communicate with each other.

no no.

 The point is, this talking cat survives in the soil!

Bayan's mind is a little hard to move.

 “You're going to die.”

The drowned cat looked at Bayan with its round orange eyes: "Then can you allow me to record your death?"

Bayan thought for a while.

 The appearance of death may not be very pretty, but since this cat is collecting, it is not a big deal.

"Can."

 “Yes, authorization has been obtained and recording has officially started.”

The drowned cat blinked: "My eyes will record the entire process of your death. If you don't want to record certain parts, you can ask me to cut them off or close them temporarily."

 “No need…just record everything.”

Bayan was more curious: "Are you a cat? Why are you in the sea of ​​​​soil?"

 “I am an “Epitaph” created by the Eldar. "

The cat stuck out its tongue and licked its nose, revealing a black spot, which was quickly covered again by soil.

“I record the deaths of the Eldar, I am a tomb that holds the dead.”

The epitaph's voice was light and soft, and it sat on the crystal crack on Bayan's face in a light posture.

“Because I sensed the traces of the Eldar, I came all the way to record your death and erect your tombstone.”

Bayan didn't understand: “The Spirit Tribe? But I'm not the Spirit Tribe. I'm a Degurin, not a Spirit Tribe.”

 “That's not right.”

The cat blinked: "The overlap between your spiritual base and that of the giant race has reached 97%. You are a giant descendant of the spiritual race, and you meet the target requirements."

Bayan doesn't understand, but he wants to.

 It seems that there is no need to debate whether one is a giant or not.

 It is better to use the limited time now to try to save yourself.

"Can you help me? If I can contact the mine, I will be saved." Bayan said.

“Sorry, Epitaph can only record and read death records, and other things are beyond my capabilities.”

Mao Mao said: "But my scope of responsibilities also includes comfort before death. I can chat with you to complete the last comfort ceremony."

Since it was of no use, Bayan decided to ignore it for now.

He struggled to move his arms and legs. This process was very difficult. He felt as if his whole body was being hugged tightly, but fortunately he was still able to move, and Xi soil did not fix himself.

 There is hope if you can take action.

 The ice swimming experience also played a role at this time.

Bayan struggled desperately with the pushing and pushing of the ocean, trying to make himself rise upwards and float to the surface of the ocean, so that he could have a chance of survival.

 “Why continue to struggle?”

Epitaph looked at him: "According to existing statistics, the mortality rate of a single outside life form entering here is 100%, and there is no precedent for a single spirit race to escape. It is recommended to save physical strength to avoid being quickly locked by the foreign matter here. Live longer.”

Bayan realized that the Xirangs noticed him. The pressure felt on the body is increasing, and the hands and feet are getting heavier.

“Will Xi soil lock my actions?”

The cat said: "I don't know. Epitaph has no data or response strategies on these foreign substances."

"Then how do you live in the sea of ​​​​soil?"

“Because I am an epitaph, a half-living body, I can turn off vital signs, and I can also digest the remaining corpses to provide a sustaining existence for myself.”

Only then did Bayan realize: "It turns out you need my body."

“That's part of the mechanism. If resources are sufficient, the epitaph will preserve the body of the deceased. When resources are scarce, the epitaph will digest the body of the deceased to ensure the continuation of the death information. Everything is for continuation.”

The drowned cat's tail is wagging and its round eyes look harmless.

"Please rest assured that the epitaph spirit will not harm the spirit race, let alone kill the spirit race. This is the highest order that we are forbidden from birth. We will only digest the corpse and use it as an epitaph in extreme environments like here. The spirit retains the dead in its own unique way.”

Bayan suddenly realized: "Are you saying...except for the Spirit Race, do you know how to hunt the other castaways here?"

 The epitaph did not answer. It seemed as if it didn't hear it, keeping its previous expression and wagging its tail.

 “You know how to hunt those in distress, right?”

  “…”     The epitaph's lack of answer made Bayan feel a little creepy.

“What else can you do besides documenting the dead and digesting corpses?”

Bayan tried it carefully, silently enduring the pain of being manipulated by Xi soil. He could clearly feel that the outer layer of the work clothes was being broken open by external forces, and the cracks on the crystal were also increasing, spreading like a spider web.

 The last line of defense on the face may collapse at any time, allowing the outside world to come in.

 “You're going to die.”

The cat blinked: "In the last time, please take a good rest and take a deep breath - although many lives in this virtual universe do not seem to need to breathe. Then, please close your eyes and recall the time when you were happiest and nostalgic. This helps relieve the tension before death."

Bayan said: "You were made by the Spirit Race, and I am also a Spirit Race, right?"

"right."

“Then you should listen to my orders, right?”

"Yes."

 “Then I want you to save me.”

“Sorry, Epitaph can only record and read death records, and other things are beyond my capabilities.”

 Still the same answer.

 It is impossible to ask the epitaph to help.

Bayan felt that his ears were buzzing. There was something wrong inside the crystal and it was about to collapse.

He said: "Then I order you, if you encounter people struggling here in the future, you must wait until they die before eating them!"

The epitaph blinked: "Yes."

The cat said: "With a 100% mortality rate, do we still want them to suffer in the last moments? Pain will also consume the energy of the corpse, which is a waste."

 “Must! Must do it!”

"yes."

Bayan felt a little relieved.

 “Epitaph, do you know God?”

"Oh, sorry…"

Bayan saw a small transparent crystal break open on his crystal mask, and a bit of white viscous liquid peeked in from the outside.

 Time suddenly became very slow at this moment.

Bayan heard the old man say that this is what happens when death comes, everything becomes very slow. This is the last moment left to the living and the last afterglow of life.

 He thought of the miner he had saved.

　　Its skull should have been thrown to a safe area by itself, and it could survive as long as it was not swept into the sea of ​​​​soil. The Bone Ancestors have a very tenacious vitality.

Then he thought of the ice lake in the cold world. He had been swimming in it as an "ice swimmer" for about ten years. Looking back, that cold stinging feeling was also a kind of vitality of life.

 Then he thought of Jack again.

Jie Ge should still be wearing crappy women's clothes and building demon altars everywhere. I don't know when he will fully fit the role given to him by the gods.

 Finally Bayan thought of God.

 He knew only two gods.

 One is the master of Darkstar and the source and **** of all Darkborn.

He is located in a place higher and further than the Dark Sun. He is indifferent and cruel. He believes that those who are not qualified for their roles are waste, and low-level Dark descendants are losers and defective products. But He also issued [roles] according to each Dark Descendant, trained each Dark Descendant, and helped them grow into the gods of the Dark Star.

 The other one is the **** Yao. Compared to the master of Dusky Star, Yao is more mysterious and unpredictable. It is said that God Yao is a more terrifying superior being than the master of Dusky Star. He once casually wiped out a civilization in the Dusky Star world and acted domineeringly. The dark descendants are very careful when talking about the **** Yao, for fear of saying the wrong thing and being obliterated.

 But in the eyes of the skeleton workers in the mine, Yao Shen looked completely different.

 The oracle of Yao to all the common people.

—You are the hope and the future. You can create a splendid civilization and a great culture. You are never humble. You can also grow into gods...

The soil broke through the crack and rushed in like an octopus tentacle, rushing towards Bayan's face.

 But time is still very slow.

At this moment, Bayan suddenly understood that this was the real god.

People should learn to accept these real gods instead of imaginary perfect gods. They have a scary side, but also an inspiring and respectful side.

 It is precisely these imperfections that make God so alive and close to the world.

Bayan has never wanted to live so much.

 Fight until the last breath of your life!

 Gods, Lord Dusky Star, Lord Yao, please let me live! I want to live!

 He struggled with all his strength, but his face was already covered by some powerful and sticky force, and the soil penetrated into his body through his nose, mouth, ears, and eyes. The blood is decreasing, the body becomes cold, and the consciousness is also fading.

 At the time of death.

Bayan suddenly felt like he was flying, and people in all directions were frightened by a magnificent force and fled in all directions. The great power from above enveloped him like the sun.

Yellow-white flames drove away the surrounding white soil... The cat that was about to bite its own neck was also captured by the hands of the flames.

 Woke up again, Bayan found himself outside an ancient temple, with four suns suspended in the sky.

There are many tall roses growing on the ground here. They are like small trees, shining like gold.

 “Is this the world after death?”

 Bayan looked around.

A person next to him said to him: "Just wake up. This is the [Sun Temple]. Lord Yao brought you here, and Lord [Daughter of the Sun] treated your injuries caused by the soil. Now your body Basically everything has recovered.”

　　Turns out to be the Black Forge Prophet.

Bayan was stunned: "Lord Yao God personally saved me?"

 He suddenly felt that his whole body was full of power, his level reached LV60, and he was awarded the title of [Hero].

“This is the treatment earned by the brave. Thank you for saving the lives of several miners.”

Hei Duan stretched out his hand and said: "No matter where you are, what faith you are, or what race you are, you are a hero recognized by the Yao God and the Yao civilization. We will always open the door to you, and we will stand whenever we need our help. By your side."

 Bayan shook hands with it. The mine workers' description of Yao was not a lie.

 Even a lowly descendant like himself can become a hero recognized by the **** Yao.

 At this moment he thought of the cat.

 It is not correct.

  No matter how painful and disadvantageous it is, we must fight against death.

Life is a constant battle!

Chapter end