I Became a God in a Horror Game
Chapter 174: Rose Factory
heskygraduallydarkened.
Bruisedandbattered,BaiiuandiuJiayilaybesidetheflowerfield.heyhadbeenunconsciousforquitesometimeandwerenowtakingtheopportunitytorecover.heirbattlewiththerefugeesduringthedayhadnearlykilledthemboth—iuJiayi’sstaminabarhadalmostbeenemptied,whileBaiiuhadalreadybeeninaweakenedstatetobeginwith.
Butintheend,theyhadstillmanagedtoescape.
Aftercomingout,Baiiudiscoveredtwonewburlapsacksbytheedgeoftheflowerfield,largerthanbefore.heprocessorhadapparentlydeliveredtheminadvancefortonight’srose-pickingwork.
iuJiayiremainedsprawledbesideBaiiu,breathingheavily.“t’llprobablytakeanotherhourortwobeforemystaminabarrecovers.Sowhat’stheplan?Waithere?rheadintothefieldandstartpickingrosestoluretherefugeesover?”
Sheproppedherselfupandstretchedherarmsbehindherneck,looseningherstiffshouldersasshewarmedup.
“hatplanofyoursthatusestheotherfourplayersrequiresahugenumberofrefugees,doesn’tit?”iuJiayiglancedsidewaysatBaiiu.“Personally,thinkit’sinsanelydangerousandwaytooeasytobackfire.Butyou’renotgoingtochangeyourmind,areyou?”
Baiiuturnedtolookathercalmly.
“o.”
iuJiayisigheddeeplywiththewearymaturityofalittleoldladyworryingoverherhopelessunemployedson.Pressingahandtoherforehead,shelookedatBaiiuhelplessly.
“Sometimesreallywishyou,agrownmaninhistwenties,couldactalittlemoreresponsibly.Stopobsessingoverhigh-riskgamblesandlearntocleargamesthenormalway,likeordinaryplayersdo.”
“Butguessit’sstilltooearlytosaythattosomeonewithaC-rankpanel.”iuJiayishookherhead.“rowupabitfirst.Untilthen,youcankeeprelyingonme.nceyoumature,youcanrelyonyourself.”
Baiiu:“...”
“So?”iuJiayiasked.“Yourplanistousetherefugeestodrawtheotherfourplayersover,right?henhowareyouplanningtoattracttherefugeeswithoutpickingroses?”
Withoutaword,Baiiuslowlypulledabottleofperfumefromhispocket.
iuJiayistaredblanklyattheperfumeforamomentbeforeexpressionlesslyliftinghergazetoBaiiu’sface.
“hisisourlastbottleofperfume.”ervoicewasperfectlycalm.“fyouwastetheperfumeworkedsohardtoearnlastnightbyusingitasbait,’llkillyou.”
Baiiu:“...”
ecautiouslyplacedahandontheperfumecap.
iuJiayismiledsweetlyassheraisedherpoisonbottle.
“’mserious,Baiiu-gege.hisisthefirstthing’veeverearnedthroughmyownwork.You’dbetternotwasteitformeagain.Youalreadysquanderedonebottleduringtheday.”
Baiiu:“...”
Shewasgenuinelyfuriousthistime.
hough,tobefair,hisactionsduringthedayreallyhadbeenrecklesslyprovocative...
hinkingbacktowhathappenedafterward,Baiiu’sgazedriftedslightly.
“Butperfumereallyisthefastestwaytoattractrefugees.”
“fyouknewwe’dneedittonight,thenyoushouldn’thaveuseditrecklesslyonmeduringtheday!!”iuJiayifinallysnapped.“Couldyoupleasevaluetheresultsofourlaboralittle?!Stopclearinggameswiththeseinsane‘onestepfromdeath’strategiesallthetime!”
Baiiuimmediatelydroppedtohiskneesinanextremelyproperposture,restinghishandsonhisthighsasheapologizedatlightningspeed.
“’msorry.Mythoughtswereentirelyfocusedonmaximizingprofitandachievingoptimalperfumeefficiency.neglectedoursurvivalrate.hatwasmymistake.”
ight-year-oldiuJiayipointedfuriouslyatthekneelingBaiiu.
“Areyouachild?!Youcan’tjustdowhateveryouwantallthetime!”
“Yoursurvivalrateshouldbeyournumberoneprioritywhenclearinggames!fyoukeepplayinglikethis,howareyousupposedtosurviveintheeague,wheresurvivalratedeterminesvictory?!”
Astheteamhealer,iuJiayifuriouslylecturedBaiiu,thetacticianwhosebrainseemedtocontainnothingexceptcalculations°•𝑜v𝑒light•°forpointsandkillefficiency.
“exttime,’lltakesurvivalrateintoconsideration.”Baiiunoddedobediently,pretendinghehadsincerelyabsorbedhercriticism.hen,withoutmissingabeat,hesmoothlyredirectedtheconversationbacktothemission.“ButforthesakeofobtainingthemaximumnumberofDriedeafRosestonight,let’sproceedwiththeoriginalplanfornow.’mopeningtheperfume.”
ishandwasalreadyonthecap.
iuJiayi:“...”
hatapologywassoperfunctoryshecouldn’tfeeleventheslightesttraceofsincerityinitatall!!!
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ightdeepened.
angrdagrippedhisgunwarilyashescannedthesurroundings,preparingtohunt.
isburlapsackhadbeencasuallytossednearby.nsidewereonlyafewDriedeafRoses—notmany.
onight,angrdahadstoppedworkingafterpickingonlythatamount,becausehehadalreadyfiguredoutthetruerulesofthisgame.
hepurposeofpickingroseswasneverforplayerstoactuallygatherthemthemselves.
herealobjectivewastoplunderthelaborofothersthroughtherefugees.
Andifcollectingfortykilogramsofroseslastnighthadstillbeenbarelyachievablethroughordinarylabor,thentheeightykilogramsrequiredtonightmadeangrdaabandontheideaentirely.nstead,hechosetospendtheentirenighthuntingrefugees.
Yetsomethingfeltstrange.
Atthissametimeyesterday,countlessrefugeeshadalreadybeenattackinghimnonstop.
Buttonight—
angrdasteppedontotheridgebetweentheflowerfieldsandlookedintothedistance.Asidefromahandfulofrefugeesthathadappearedearlierintheevening,notasingleonehadshownupduringthelatterhalfofthenight.
eglanceddownatthediscardedsackbesidehimandfrownedthoughtfully.
Coulditbebecausehehadn’tpickedenoughrosestonight?adthebaiteffectweakenedcomparedtoyesterday?
Butevenso,withDriedeafRosespresenthere,itshouldn’tbepossiblefornotevenonerefugeetobedrawnover.
nthistypeofmap—onefilledwithrepetitivesceneryandmentalpollution—experiencedplayersgenerallyavoidedmovingaroundunnecessarily.Butthecurrentsituationwasclearlyabnormal.frefugeesstillfailedtoappear,angrdawouldhavenowaytocompletetonight’stask.
eftwithnochoice,hedecidedtomove.
ftherefugeeswouldn’tcometohim,thenhewouldgofindthemhimself.
heflowerfieldsatnightweredeathlysilent.
angrdawalkedcarefullyalongthenarrowridgesdividingthefields.Aroundhim,numerousflowerpickersdressedinblackgauzehoodsbentovermechanically,silentlyharvestingroses.
heyworkedwithterrifyingspeed.
hroughthethinblackgauze,angrdacouldvaguelyseepiecesoffleshandtissueoccasionallyfallingfromtheirfacesandbodies,slidingdownintothemudbelow.Yettheworkersappearednumbtoit,continuingtopickflowersfranticallyasthoughtheynoticednothingatall.
Someofthemhadhandssowitheredthatonlywhiteboneremained,yettheystilltrembledastheycontinuedworkingdesperately.
heslowerworkersshowedvisiblefearontheirfaces.heyforcedthemselvestopickfaster,coughingviolentlywhileharvestingroses.
venatthispoint,whattheyfearedwasn’twithering.
twasunemployment.
nthisworld,losingone’sjobwasmoreterrifyingthandeathitself.
angrdawithdrewhisgazeandtightenedhisgriponthegunathiswaist.
ehadseensceneslikethistoomanytimes.
Somanytimesthatbynow,hefeltnothingexceptcoldindifference.
rperhaps...
apowerlessdespair.
hiswasaworldbeyondsaving.
nceDriedRoseeafasbecamefullywidespread,therewouldnolongerbeanyroomlefttoturnthingsaround.verydeceivedandpollutedordinarypersonwouldwillinglybecomefertilizerfortheroses,pouringtheirlaborandtheirlifesavingsintothemwhilebelievingitwastheirownsalvation.
Aperfectlyroundpalemoonhunghighinthenorthernsky,castingdownahazysilverglow.
Yetthatsoftwhitemoonlightstoppedabruptlyattheedgeoftheflowerfield,sharplydividingtheinsidefromtheoutsideintotwoentirelydifferentworlds.
utsidethefieldswasonlycrudedarkness,likearoughcharcoalsketchuntouchedbymoonlight.
nsidethefieldswasanoilpaintingdrenchedinthecolorsofdawn.
Deepcrimsonrosesinfullbloom.
Adarksapphireskywithoutclouds.
Softpink,moisture-richsoil.
Workersinblackgauzesilentlylaboringbetweentheflowerrows.
hesweetscentofroseslingeringatthetipofone’snose,intoxicatingenoughtomaketheminddrift.
verythinglookedharmonious.
Quiet.
Peaceful.
Perfect.
fthisscenewerephotographedinvividcolorandspreadacrossnewspapersandtheinternet,endlesslypromotedbythemedia,itwouldundoubtedlybecomeaparadisecountlesspeoplelongedfor.
Andthebloodytruthhiddenbeneaththeflowerfieldwoulddisappearcompletelybeneaththatbeauty.
hedesperatemassesstaredblanklyatthisbreathtakingparadisewhilepaidmediaoutletsendlesslypraisedtherarityandpreciousnessoftheroses,glorifyingthebeautyoftheRoseFactoryuntilpeoplesubconsciouslyacceptedtheabsurdpriceoftheperfume.
Afterall,comparedtohatingtheRoseFactory—thelastbeautifulplaceleftintheworld—itwaseasiertohatethemselvesforbeingugly,withered,andtoopoortoaffordit.
hat’sright.
herosesweresorare.
heeffectsofDriedRoseeafasweresomiraculous.
fcourseitdeservedtobesoldatsuchexorbitantprices.
ftheycouldn’taffordit,thatwassimplybecausetheywerepoor.Becausetheylackedability.
hatwastheirownfault. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
otthefaultoftheroses.
heroseswerebeautiful.heroseswereuseful.
owcouldtherosespossiblybewrong?
verypieceofinformationtheyreceivedtoldthemexactlythat.
Andso,thesufferingmassesgraduallybegantreatingtheveryrosespushingthemintotheabyssastheirfinalsalvation.heyforbadeanyonefromspeakingilloftheroses.heyrejectedanyonewhotriedtoexposethetruth.heyturnedagainstallwhodeniedthevalueoftheroses.
Becausebythen,theroseshadalreadybecometheirfinalhope.
hefirsttimeangrdawitnessedthiskindofself-inflicteddestruction,hehadfeltanger.
atercamedisappointment.
hennumbness.
Andnow...
allthatremainedwasakindofalmostfrenziedcalm.
Adarkfiguresuddenlyflashedacrosstheflowerfield.
angrda’seyessharpenedinstantly.
Atthefaredgeofthefield,countlessrefugeesclusteredtogetherlikeswarmingblackants,staggeringinunisontowardasingledestination.
Unlikeyesterday,theywerenolongerwanderingaimlessly.
Somethingwasdrawingtheminonefixeddirection.
Frowning,angrdafollowedthemclosely.
Afteradvancingforsomedistance,hesawascenehorrifyingenoughtomakehisscalpgonumb.
Atthecenteroftheflowerfieldsatanopenedbottleofperfume.
Arounditgatheredadensemassofrefugees,writhingtentaclestremblingviolentlyastheysnarledandgnashedrowsofpalewhiteteeth.
Yetnomatterhowdesperatelytheylungedforward,noneofthemcouldreachtheperfume.
twasasthoughaninvisiblewallofglassseparatedthemfromit.
heinstantangrdasawthescene,acertainitemflashedthroughhismind—
[MagicSpace].
hiswasatrap.
Someonehaddeliberatelysetthisuptolureplayersover.
angrdaimmediatelydrewhisgunwithouthesitation,intendingtodestroytheperfumetrappedwithintheinvisible“glasscase”withasingleshot.
Butthemomenthemoved,hefeltanindescribablerestraint.
heairaroundhimseemedtosolidifyintoinvisiblewalls,compressingintoanimpossiblynarrowglasscorridoraroundhisbody.
issmoothdrawmotionstalledforonebriefsecond.
[Systemotification:PlayerBaiiuhasexpandedandextended(MagicSpace)totrapplayerangrda.]
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Author’sote:
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Me:’mdyinglaughing.