Horror Game Designer

Chapter 264: Grass

With each word Gao Ming said, K’s face changed. Even the security members who were guarding the exit felt threatened. K’s power was a top secret. Even his team members didn’t know about it. However, the secret was openly revealed by their enemy. They had just returned from Xin Lu to Han Hai. They had experienced unimaginable pain and despair before they got the ghost tattoos on their bodies.

They thought this mission was going to be a cakewalk. They just realised how wrong they were.

A calm mind, a scary power, the protection of an unknown God, ruthlessness and a twisted soul: that was the leader of the horror game players. Gao Ming’s image slowly rounded out in the eyes of the security members. His danger rating flew up. Some were ready to call for an emergency plan.

“Every time you use the ghost tattoo, you will exhaust the power of that divine corpse. You must be feeling desperate.” Gao Ming’s heart burned with the flame inside the flesh forge. The boiling blood ran through his body. His hands grabbed the chains as the God of Flesh and Blood did the same.

K hadn’t encountered a situation like this before. In the past, both humans and ghosts would be turned into nutrients by the thousand white bones to feed the divine corpse. However, he sensed a presence similar to that of the divine corpse within Gao Ming. The white bone lotus couldn’t get close to him at all. When the God of Flesh and Blood crawled out of the back of Gao Ming’s heart, K’s heart was stunned. The creature that he thought would only appear in the taboo game had shown up in Han Hai. Plus, Gao Ming’s God seemed to be alive!

The layers of white bone were shattered. The four faces of God growled at the same time. The large body stretched apart the cage made from bony fingers. The arms pulled on the chains with Gao Ming. The chains of soul collided. The souls of the patients crawled deep into the lotus with hatred. The lunatic souls tore at the white fingers. They embedded themselves inside K’s wounds. K’s face paled as he felt as if molten iron was poured into his flesh. He gritted his teeth until he bled.

The two arms approached. K chanted something. He stabbed the blade he held in his left hand into the sheath held by his right hand. Rotten and black blood leaked out of the sheath. Another bloodred eye opened inside K’s wound. The divine corpse was waking up. K cut the sheath again. The second eye opened!

“You have another secret power, but it’s a shame that it takes so long to trigger it.” Gao Ming wouldn’t give the man a chance. When he discovered K still had a trump card, he immediately controlled the chains to bind K’s arms. The chains cut into the flesh so that K couldn’t make another move.

“Your appearance has reminded me. The investigation centre still possesses the absolute advantage in strength. No wonder Situ An still kept such a low profile even after he was chosen by the shadow world.” Gao Ming and God tightened the chains. “As a repayment, I’ll bring you along to witness the waking world.”

The flames in the flesh forge crackled and burned. The scythe of fate showed up. The chains pulled him towards Gao Ming. It felt like he was about to be abandoned by the whole world. The sense of helplessness was hard to describe. It was like his fate, and every trace of his existence was about to be erased.

“What is that thing?”

The God of Flesh and Blood opened his chest. His ribs yawned open like a giant maw. The scythe of fate slowly rose from inside the flesh. The souls that died inside the hospital crawled out of the base of the scythe. Their lower bodies had been burned into the flesh forge. They screamed, wailed and cried. They had been forged into the chains, and they wanted to drag everyone who was caught by the chains into the torture room. These people were forgotten by fate and were the seeds in the shadow world. They lost their minds in between the nightmare and the real world. All they wanted was to drag more people into the nightmare.

“Wake up or slumber. Open your eyes or sink forever.”

Gao Ming’s voice drilled into K’s ears. He saw the masked face among the layers of chains. A chill crawled around his heart. In his childhood memory, the scythe was used to cut grass. The cut grass would be used to feed the livestock. No one considered the perspective of the grass. It was at that moment that K felt how helplessness the grass was.

Before the scythe of fate, all humans and ghosts were like grass. They were food. They were so insignificant that they couldn’t even struggle.

The chains became tighter and tighter. K’s lips bled. He wanted to say something but he was too weak to even do that. When a man faced his fate, any struggle was laughable.

“Han Hai still has a living God, a living Taboo!” His eyes widened. K and the dead God in him were dragged to the God of Flesh and Blood. The eight arms punched through the white bones. The chains entered K’s skin and curled around the ghost tattoos and blood vessels.

The gut-wrenching pain only stopped when the chains circled around K’s heart. He raised his head. Gao Ming and the God of Flesh and Blood stood before him.

Gao Ming didn’t look arrogant or excited. He scanned the script written by fate and then tore it apart, sending it flying. Everything happened so fast. K barely had time to say his last words.

“When the dream is over, you will wake up.”

K couldn’t clearly hear what Gao Ming said at the end. His body, which was covered with ghost tattoos, had already been dragged into the torture room.

All the torture devices vibrated. The meat fragrance and blood filled up K’s world. The sheath he had finally woke up. The eyes flew open, but it was already too late. The scythe swung. At that moment, K saw an upside-down world. The ugly and monstrous ghosts wore human clothing and lived under the sun. The living who was infected hid in the dark with little dignity.

“Is this the real world?”

The threads of fate were severed. K became a soulless shell. The ghost tattoos on his body had faded away. All the ghost tattoos combined to form a bloody shadow with a thousand hands. It was filled with cracks of faith and rotten wounds. The chains captured not K but the God, who had already died for a long time.

The shadow struggled wildly, but it was still dragged to the scythe of fate.

Eight arms held the scythe. The God of Flesh and Blood seemed to recognise the dead God. The face of death revealed traces of greed.