Horror Game Designer

Chapter 261: New Weapon

Eight arms reached out from behind Gao Ming. The God of Flesh and Blood tore down all the death portraits. The shadow churned. The sharp trills of ghosts were ear-piercing, but Gao Ming didn’t care.

“I need to change the fate of half the citizens in the city. If one person can’t handle the world after waking up, then I’ll awaken the entire Han Hai and have them see the real world together.” The death portraits in the shadow world were the tickets to enter Han Hai. Those who possessed a death portrait were the ones chosen by the shadow world and had the potential to become fate’s loopholes.

The black-and-white portraits were sent into the torture room by God. The shackled Situ An saw the portraits flutter around him like snowflakes. He resisted the pain and lifted his head. His eyes glowed with madness. All of these should be his, but he had reunited with his family in another manner. He stood alone on the snowy battlefield. There were corpses everywhere. He was the only one bound and faced the endless dark abyss alone. His body shivered. The chains tightened. Situ An rarely lost control of his emotions. Even if he was tortured, he only gritted his teeth.

The pictures were pasted on the wall of the torture room. The patients in the death portraits recognised Situ An. Their response was interesting. Their eyes carried worry and fear but also a smidge of derision. They feared Situ An, but they were gleeful to see Situ An in this state. However, that joy turned into despair. If the culprit treated Situ An like this, how would they fare?

“It’s alright. Everything is worth it. After I escape, I’ll avenge you. I’ll remember your sacrifice. After all… we’re family.” Situ An slowly lowered his head. He knew Gao Ming had entered Li San Hospital. Then, he only needed to wait for Gao Ming to enter the room in his home.

The security members only destroyed the figurines. They seemed to be on the hunt. They left in a hurry. The most valuable item in that room was not the figurines but something else.

Li San Hospital had collected a lot of death portraits. All of them were sent into the torture room. The God of Flesh and Blood crushed the sacrificial altar. He tore apart the black cloth, grabbed the shattered figurines and showed them into his mouth. The face that represented Death started to change. Different pieces of the divine figurines combined on the face of death. The shadow world’s Gods were not friends but food for the God of Flesh and Blood.

“These figurines were worshipped by the hospital.”

In the dream of the past, the mud figurines fell into the body of the God of Flesh and Blood. The torture room trembled. Eight arms tore apart the death portraits. Shadow rushed over like a giant wave, but the God of Flesh and Blood didn’t care. He yanked the chosen ‘family’ out from the death portraits and pressed them on the stage used to forge torture items.

The forge was the God of Flesh and Blood’s altar. However, his way of sacrifice was unique from other Gods. The souls of the patients were thrown into the flesh forge. The chains bound together. They were wet with blood and became a part of the torture room.

A howl echoed from the forge. The God of Flesh and Blood allowed the searing chains to bind around his body and limbs. He couldn’t feel pain. After the last death portrait was sent into the forge, his eight arms tightened around the new chain of flesh made by the forge. There was an endless howl. The four faces of God growled as the eight arms pulled at the same time!

The chains were pulled taut. He was hauling something out of the forge.

Situ An watched this expressionlessly. He should be the one who controlled the flesh forge. Something so important was taken away from him, but there was no trace of regret on his face.

Blood splashed everywhere. The piercing screams filled up the torture room. Even the Red Raincoat, who normally didn’t care about anything, slowly turned towards the God of Flesh and Blood like she was threatened.

The God with eight arms ignored the others. He stomped heavily on the ground. He howled as he held onto the chain. The fire burned on the flesh. The thing at the end of the chains slowly appeared.

The oppression caused Red Raincoat to turn aggressive. All the torture devices clattered as if in response to something.

Gao Ming, who stood in the room, started to change. He lowered his head to grab the chains Gong Xi handed to him. He pulled along with God.

It felt like he was holding a living flame. Gao Ming’s fingerprints and other things like fate were slowly changing. It was due to the thing inside the forge.

“You’ve consumed the seed that Li San Hospital has nurtured for thirteen years in one go. What a waste.” Even the extremely rational Situ An couldn’t stand it anymore. His face darkened.

Gao Ming’s entire attention was on the forge. He didn’t hear Situ An. He felt his hands reaching into the fire. Even his soul was charred.

The torture device made from the souls of endless patients was rejected by the real world and the shadow world. Its appearance affected Gao Ming’s fate.

The burning chains curled around Gao Ming’s arm. His heartbeat slammed on the forge. With the last howl of the ghosts, the flames consumed the whole flesh forge. A crushing presence appeared in the torture room. In the blood and flame, the ghastly silhouette slowly appeared. Gao Ming saw the device made from flesh and blood. The chains bound around a giant scythe. Destiny was branded on one side, and life was branded on the other. The scythe stood in the room. The blade trembled with the screams of the patients. The various symptoms and mutated bodies made up the base of the scythe. Their bodies were doused with fresh blood. Their eyes glowed with venom and hatred.

All the patients at the hospital could become fate’s loopholes. They were seeds chosen by the shadow world. Gao Ming didn’t expect the God of Flesh and Blood to use the hope of the shadow world to forge a new torture device… And he succeeded!

Other than the chains, the God of Flesh and Blood had a new weapon. His presence was a lot scarier than before.

“Strong, evil and wicked. This thing is just a manifestation of malice.”