I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Chapter 225 Mingde Juku High School 39

"Hu——" Song Guicheng let out a long breath and came out of the bathroom with hot air.

It was still snowing outside. He stood by the window and looked at the sky in the distance. The end of the sky was like a sharp white blade, cutting the thin white drawing paper in half.

"The power is disordered..." Song Guicheng played with the two broken mirrors in his hands, stroking, rotating, and jumping, shaking out dazzling light at his fingertips.

Being able to maintain such a sophisticated dungeon operation, being able to accommodate so many people into the dungeon world, being able to cut off the live broadcast interface of the "Soul Tracing Game", and more importantly, being able to harm people who possess divine power and divine fragments, is definitely not something an ordinary dungeon Boss can do.

"With the power of nothingness?"

"Snap", the mirror drew a graceful arc and fell into the trash can, breaking into pieces. One of the fragments brushed past the trash bag and flew out.

But now, the transmission medium of nothingness and this world has become like debris in a trash can, the power has been cut off, and cracks have finally appeared in this perfect spring world, and heavy snow is falling.

The power of the gods has already returned to one of them, and Song Guicheng has also found a way to resurrect the gods. So far, the purpose of his coming to this world has been achieved.

I used to think that I had to complete the main quest before I could find a way to revive the gods, but now that I have gotten over that misunderstanding, all I have to do is leave the copy world.

This is easy for Song Guicheng now, whether it is to subvert the world, or to kill everyone directly, or even kill himself. In short, it is a way to leave this world.

He took out the diary and draft paper he brought out from Song Guicheng's room and read through them carefully page by page. However, those things did not change, and they were still meaningless sentences and patterns.

Compared to Suzuki Yukina and the others, "Song Guicheng" hides more secrets.

Song Guicheng stroked the cover of the diary. The rough, frosted texture healed the slight anxiety in his heart.

What is the relationship between "Song Guicheng" and the God of Nothingness? How did the God of Nothingness find him, and why did he leave such an obvious mark?

What confused Song Guicheng the most was that if the God of Nothingness had sensed the traces of the gods before him and thus came to this world, then how did he find "Song Guicheng" before Song Guicheng came to this world?

If the "Song Guicheng" in this world existed before he came to this copy, then did his arrival kill the original "Song Guicheng" or replace his ecological niche in this copy?

Song Guicheng sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the two lines of text in the diary in a daze. The situation became more and more complicated. He was getting closer and closer to the gods, and also getting closer and closer to the secret behind the "Soul Tracking Game".

It would be a lie to say that he was not curious, but when he learned that the "Soul Tracing Game" was to select suitable people from the dying to enter, he could no longer maintain the deep hostility towards the "Soul Tracing Game" as he did at the beginning.

Except for him, everyone else entered the "Soul Tracking Game" because they were already on the verge of death.

It is precisely because they were once so close to death that they have such a strong desire to survive and have so many fantasies about a better tomorrow.

Although in the "Soul-Tracing Game" they have to frequently enter the bloody and terrifying dungeon world, and although the ghosts and monsters in the dungeon world have powers far beyond those of ordinary people, and the props used by the players have little effect, they are not without the possibility of survival.

If they are strong enough, they can achieve a kind of immortality here. Maybe one day they will be able to wait for their relatives and friends in the real world to enter, and then they will meet again.

What's more, like the big brother in "Dream and Villa", accumulate enough points to get out of here. Going out means resurrection and embracing the world again.

Apart from the role of points in the "Soul-Tracing Game", the desire for life, the reluctance to leave relatives, friends and lovers, the expectation for warmth, and the yearning for worldly fireworks are the reasons why they struggle in the copy.

There is nothing better than being alive, even if living is painful, but only by living can you feel pain, and only by living can you taste the happiness mixed with pain.

Song Guicheng didn't know if the secret of the "Soul-Tracing Game" would cease to exist if the game was revealed, and whether the players would really fall into the abyss of death.

These hesitations and concerns are the reasons why he is unwilling to think deeply or explore.

He couldn't do such a thing as hurting others in order to achieve his own goals.

He couldn't abandon the truth and kill indiscriminately in order to escape from this world.

He is always willing to understand misfortune and listen to the truth.

"Guicheng, why are you called Guicheng? Because I hope you won't lose your original heart on your way home." Song Yujie's words were still lingering in Song Guicheng's ears, and the ends of her hair seemed to still retain the warmth of his palm.

No matter how distorted and abnormal his later life was, when he started living again and had memories, he was a child watered with love and sincerity.

Even if the emotions behind it are all fake, the Song Guicheng that was cultivated really exists.

"Song Yujie, you didn't expect that," Song Guicheng stared at the snow outside the window and thought, "the child you raised as a toy will take the principles you taught him in the beginning as the principle of life, and eventually become an obstacle to you."

Xiaohua suddenly tugged at Song Guicheng's clothes, pulling him out of his reverie. She pointed at her long, loose hair and said, "Mom, braid your hair."

"Okay, here I come."

Xiaohua slept for too long, and the originally bright red hairband looked a little worn.

Song Guicheng combed her smooth hair with his fingertips. The black hair had already reached her knees. Song Guicheng gave Xiaohua two flower buds and measured her height, and seemed to sigh: "Xiaohua, you have really grown up. It's time to make new clothes."

The skirt originally reached the ankles, but now it has risen to the knees, and the sleeves have been pulled up above the arms.

A drop of water slid down Song Guicheng's hair and dripped onto Xiaohua's neck. Xiaohua shuddered and turned back and said, "Mom, blow dry my hair."

Song Guicheng wiped his wet hair belatedly, only to find that no one had taken out the hair dryer and plugged it in, sitting silently by the bed, waiting for him to finish blowing his hair.

Song Guicheng patted Xiaohua's face, asked her to go play with the rabbit aside, and then started looking for the hair dryer.

There was no hair dryer on the bedside table, in the wardrobe, or in the drawer. He looked around and found that there was not even a small hair dryer in such a big room.

Song Guicheng stood helplessly in the middle of the room. The sound of the wind shook the windows, and the leaves bathed in snow made a desolate hum.

Suddenly, he had an idea. He went out, turned right and walked into the bathroom. Sure enough, the hair dryer was placed safely under the mirror cabinet.

The white hair was held in that big bony hand, and the other hand would lift his hair. The wind speed and temperature were just right, making people drowsy.

He used scissors and Pei Shuang used cloth.

Pei Shuang will definitely let him win.

A wave of sadness suddenly surged over, breaking the dam built by Song Guicheng. The sadness was like snow in the clouds, deeply buried, but at this moment, it was gently rubbed by a warm hand between life and death, and suddenly turned into heavy rain.

In fact, he has never lost. Against ghosts, dungeons, and fate, the gods always let him win.

Song Guicheng wiped the tears from his face, and with a "boom", the hot air from the hair dryer dried the tear marks on his face.

What's there to cry about? He has to keep winning and snatch the gods back from fate.

After a while, he returned to the room, put on his down jacket, put the little flower in his pocket, and said, "Come on, mom will take you on the tram to buy cake."