God’s Love Game [unlimited]

‘Looking’ at the blurred light and shadows in the room, Xiang Nu managed to find the sofa. Xiang Nu couldn’t care about other things at the moment, and ‘looked’ at the ‘use’ button in the personal panel. Shaking his fingers, pressed it down slowly.

The green fluorescent light overflowed from his palm and ran towards Xiangnu’s eyes. At the moment when the fluorescent light poured into his eyes, a lustrous, cool and gentle feeling enveloped him, and the beautiful young man couldn’t help lifting his head. Lying on the sofa, his body fell into the soft square and fell into a coma.

Xiangnu didn’t know how to describe his feelings, and he didn’t know whether he was awake now. He felt like he was in a half-asleep state as if he understood what he was going through, but he couldn’t bear to wake up because he became addicted to it.

It wasn’t until Xiangnu felt groggy as if there was something heavy on him that made him breathless, he slowly opened his eyes and woke up in a daze.

Above his head was a huge flower-shaped crystal chandelier. Although the lamp was not turned on, it could be seen from its magnificent shape. The dome was also made of white jade, and there were little flowers hidden inside, like amber, which conveyed the true beauty sealed in it.

Xiang Nu stared at in awe, sat up slowly, and observed this brand-new world greedily and cautiously, with longing in his heart, but also a little uneasy, and did not dare to move forward.

The environment of the room he rented was really good. Although the various facilities were very unfamiliar, he couldn’t tell what the functions of the various utensils were for a while, but Xiang Nu could see their sky-high prices only from the appearance.

However, the most important thing at present was not the living environment, but the dungeon quest.

The dungeon that just ended, and the next dungeon that was about to start.

Xiangnu spread out his left hand. The red mole that was as dark as blood was extremely dazzling in his fair and snowy palm. He carefully stretched out his right index finger and poked the red mole lightly, and the personal panel jumped out.

Xiangnu hesitated for a moment in the contact column and the dungeon log column and quickly clicked on the contact column. After seeing that it was blank, he breathed a long sigh of relief and swiped into the dungeon log column below.

The appearance setting of the copy log column was a book page, the first page was the directory. There were two lines, the first line read ‘Sent to prison’, followed by a quotation mark, [copy clue contribution rate, 100%].

The second line was grey and the directory name was ‘Open in two days’.

Xiangnu was not very familiar with words, and after slowly reading them, he understood what was written on them. He stared at the column of ‘Sent to prison’ for a while, but didn’t pay attention to it immediately, but clicked the second one. A notification popped up.

[Hello, respected tasker, your second task has not yet reached the opening time. You can choose whether it will be opened for you in advance or not.]

[Yes/No]

Xiangnu chose ‘No’ as a matter of course, but after the pop-up window disappeared, he clicked the second line again. When the pop-up window popped up again, he clicked ‘No’ again. At the same time, he showed a smile, the nervousness in his eyes dissipated a lot.

Xiangnu finally clicked the button on the first row, flipped the e-book page, and entered the ‘Sent to Prison’ page. There were the contents of the diary.

The copy journal didn’t unfold from his perspective as Xiangnu thought it would, it didn’t even have anything to do with him or any of the questers. The content in it was only the background introduction of the dungeon, which can be said to be a master of title fraud.

Xiangnu began to read it with difficulty, but fortunately, the content was spacely written, and each line was also very short, which was relatively labour-saving.

[193/9/27.

The taskers were all dying people. Their second life comes from the gift of the Holy City. If they want to live, they should work hard to complete the task and give back to the Holy City by sealing the copy.

But there are a lot of wastes who rely on some taskers with decent brains to pass the test, not contribute to the holy city, but they are constantly sucking the blood of the holy city like blood-sucking worms.

Do these wastes think the Holy City is a fool?

They don’t live long.

Soon, we will usher in a gluttonous feast. ]

Xiangnu’s eyes narrowed slightly after seeing this, and sure enough… were they all abandoned missionaries in that train?

[193/9/28.

Today is a good day, the Holy City is going to do something to those wastes.

But it’s not a big deal, nothing is comparable to the fact that I was put in the old capitol prison!

It’s a place like heaven, and from now on, all the ghosts and missionaries will crawl and tremble under my feet.

And I have all of this because I have a good face. ]

[193/10/2

I thought that I would become a prison guard, and even if I failed, I would be a guardian of the future royal tomb of the pyramids for the warden.

Unexpectedly, I have become an ordinary and lowly flight attendant. I have to ride the train to and fro through the various dungeons, and then send the waste to the construction site of the pyramid.

It’s okay, I’ll get it right. ]

flight attendant? That sphinx monster on the train?

Xiangnu frowned. Although he had not seen the flight attendant before, judging from its smell alone, its face was definitely not good looking.

[193/10/10

Those damned monsters, these wastes(the taskers who got on the train) are the slaves of His Excellency, the Warden. It would be fine if they ate one or two but they dare to stop and eat those wastes in the entire carriage. His Excellency the Warden will not let them go!

There are also those useless wastes. His Excellency the warden had so kindly won a chance for them to live, and even let a wise and promising monster like me escort them personally but they actually managed to fall for those monsters’ tricks, no wonder even the Holy City can’t stand them and wants to destroy them outright!

What should I do… The hundreds of people were directly reduced by half, how should I explain to His Excellency the Warden…]

[11/1/193

A colleague had come to help, but this colleague is not aggressive enough. If you ask me, you should destroy all those worlds and then tear all the monsters in them alive!

But forget it, anyway, there were not many casualties this time, and the mission was barely completed.

But this colleague is so bold, he actually wants to let one tasker clear the customs.

You must know that no one can clear the customs under the management of the warden. Is he not afraid of the warden’s anger?

Forget it, what does it have to do with me, if he is dealt with, maybe I can fill his vacancy and enter the prison to become a real prison guard! ]

[11/2/193

(blank)]

The notebook stopped here because the notebook was secretly taken away by Xuangnu, the subsequent flight attendant’s response was naturally gone.

Xiangnu silently sorted out the order in his mind and figured out a probable meaning about what this copy could be.

First of all, it was probably because there were too many taskers who fished in troubled waters, and they were sheltered by relatively powerful taskers like Chen Chengen and Lin Cheng, who were either kind-hearted or not ruthless, so many taskers in the holy city have become assholes, did not make any contribution to the Holy City, and also shared the rewards that the Holy City gave those outstanding taskers, so the dissatisfaction of the Holy City intensified and the Holy City decided to destroy this batch of taskers.

But Holy City was a safe holy place in the hearts of the missionaries. If Holy City destroyed this group of missionaries outright, then the status of Holy City in the hearts of the missionaries would collapse instantly, and the missionaries would not and dare not gather in such a place again.

Although everyone said that the taskers existed as food for the copy monsters, Xiangnu did not agree with this statement.

As the hard currency of the Holy City, the value of life points was undoubtedly very high. If the taskers were really meaningless to the Holy City, the big deal would be to recruit another batch after a batch of deaths and treat the questers as expendable from the beginning, there was no need to use life point value to renew their lives.

The task person must have a great use for the Holy City, either for the superficial sealing of the copies or for a deeper reason that Xiangnu knew too little about to make a real guess.

In short, in the case that the tasker plays an important role in the holy city, the holy city will definitely not carry out a major cleaning of the tasker on the bright side.

That’s why there were many cases where taskers with insufficient abilities were sent to dungeons that were difficult to clear, the purpose was to send them to death.

However, at the terminal of the copy of “Send to Prison”, the warden in the old capitol prison seemed to have other arrangements for those taskers, so he sent a fairly powerful flight attendant to escort these taskers to ensure that they arrived at the old capitol prison smoothly.

But these arrangements had nothing to do with the ‘Holy City’ because as long as they were sent to the old capitol prison, those taskers will be regarded as failures in customs clearance and will never return to the holy city.

As long as the holy city ensures that there will be no more moths that keep sucking its blood, it doesn’t care whether the monsters keep those taskers or kill them directly.

According to the number of more than 300 

people in the carriages, if the train runs a few more times, a large number of taskers will disappear. It was impossible for those smart people who were left in the holy city to not find the abnormality behind these taskers disappearing, but they are all ‘smart people’. Those smart people will naturally work harder to make themselves more useful once they see what kind of people are disappearing and to avoid this ending.