Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 390 Life should not be cut off
The wound was torn open, flesh and blood were surging, and the most ordinary Gao Ming held on and did not fall down. He did not have the strongest physique, nor the smartest mind. He had nothing to do with bravery, and did not have any noble character. He was just the most inconspicuous one in the crowd.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

Tears flowed from his eyes and his gums bled. He had reached his limit, but to his surprise, he still did not fall down.

"I can still go forward, I can still go one step further."

Dragging blood and curses, he went against the gaze of the "god" and tightly grasped the throat of the statue.

"I don't think I can do anything extraordinary. I'm just an ordinary person. It's just, it's just... I think I can still move forward!"

The platform was not far away, and the fateful car was heading towards the platform. The headlights penetrated the darkness and also illuminated the bloody road behind Gao Ming.

There is no right or wrong in the choices made in the past. The dead Gao Ming may be more trustworthy than the living Gao Ming, but they did not walk into the future after all. They used their own corpses to build up Gao Ming’s past and paved the way for his present.

Each of the wrong Gao Mings was like the people in Hande Private College. Those students used their souls and wills to help Principal Yan Xizhi become a dream ghost. Now at this moment, that scene seemed to be replaying, except that Gao Ming, who was born alone, had no one to accompany or help him. He used his own death again and again to build a non-existent road.

Yan Xizhi and the teachers and students of Hande Private College have become a whole, but their wills still have flaws and cracks. Gao Ming does not have this problem at all. Every human brick he uses to change his destiny is himself.

He is his own believer and his own faith.

"It's not why we chose you, but why you eventually became who you are now." In order to prevent the statue of the past from continuing to exploit his memories, the kind-hearted Gao Ming directly burned his soul. His voice spread far away, and other Gao Mings slowly made the same choice. Starlight and flames illuminated the last stretch of the road for the most ordinary Gao Ming.

It is not bright and does not bring warmth, but as long as life goes on, this ray of light will shine on his path.

Ghosts were roaring in the darkness and all kinds of unknown monsters wanted to tear Gao Ming to pieces. The wounds on his body were bleeding black and smelly blood because of the curse of the gods, but he, an ordinary man, endured it all.

Fear, pain, despair, everything was left behind and he ran in the light.

The bus in my memory was heading towards the platform, and the light from its headlights finally fell on Gao Ming.

The darkness was dispelled, and the shadows howled and retreated. Gao Ming seemed to see a dark tunnel in a trance, with countless copies of himself embedded in the tunnel.

"I once had kindness and happiness. I left everything in the darkness, and finally got this chance to change!"

His heart beat heavily, and Gao Ming's faces emerged from the memories of death buried deep in his heart. Having died tragically in the past, he tried his best to show a gentle expression. The pain that was once untouchable was completely integrated into Gao Ming's heart and soul.

At this moment, Gao Ming's soul underwent a qualitative change. Strange patterns similar to the "divine patterns of the past" appeared on his atrium. Those patterns were like slightly bulging blood vessels, running through the two strange rules of the past and death.

The blood vessels on the back of his hand pinching the clay sculpture's neck burst out. The will of ordinary Gao Ming and the pressure of the gods collided. The entire Xiangshengyong Apartment complex seemed to turn into a ghost mountain pressing down on him. He was alone, but when he raised his hand, countless past selves held up his body. Taking the last step, ordinary Gao Ming stepped out of the community, and the death situation of Xiangshengyong Apartment was broken! The clay sculpture in his hand seemed to have lost all its divine power and became ordinary and fragile.

Looking back, all the Gao Mings who had ignited flesh and blood were slowly swallowed up by darkness and shadows. Just like every time they died, they were buried in the past, buried in a place that no one knew except the Gao Mings.

With five fingers exerting force, the blood-stained hands smashed the statue of the past. In an instant, the night seemed to be turned upside down, and endless shadows exploded in the Xiangshengyong Apartment.

All the ghosts in the community shed tears and wailed, and blood rained down in the dead realm, as if the shadow world was also crying.

As dust fell and the statue of the past god shattered into pieces, the divine patterns on Gao Ming's body that originally belonged to the past god were replaced by new strange patterns. It was as if a big lock in his heart was smashed open.

All the memories came flooding back, and Tongguan Gaoming stood alone in the darkness.

"I...remembered it."

Gao Ming's most extraordinary life was created by the most ordinary Gao Ming.

The memories of death merged into his mind, and Gao Ming's soul was engraved with his own divine patterns. Those patterns covered three different strange rules: flesh and blood, the past, and death.

There are four levels of big ghosts: ordinary, possessing a resentful house, and resentful houses that can reproduce nightmares and dream ghosts. It is extremely difficult to break through each level. In the past, Gao Ming and the Blood and Flesh Immortal were at the stage of being able to reproduce nightmares, but when Gao Ming reconciled with all his past deaths, he seemed to have touched upon something new.

“Kindness, flesh and blood, madness…it turns out that I have lost so much of myself along the way.” Gao Ming successfully brought the statue of the past out of the community and destroyed it, but he did not choose to escape from the abnormal event. Instead, he looked at the bloody road he had taken.

An ordinary high school student turned into the most dangerous horror game designer in the vast sea. Only he himself knew what he had experienced.

"The heart of the gods has returned, and it's time to get back my heart of flesh and blood." Gao Ming was still wearing his school uniform, but his tone and expression were completely different from before. Disguise, manipulation, conquest, pleasure, revenge, greed, he could not be simply evaluated with good or bad, the most appropriate word to describe him was dangerous.

"Only by killing the past and then slaughtering the future can I completely control the present."

In the previous game, Gao Ming was suppressed by two gods, but he also left himself a way out. As long as one Gao Ming could leave the community and escape the control of the past gods, his memory would be restored. So even though each Gao Ming's life was different, their last diary entries all mentioned the same thing.

Pushing open the dilapidated iron gate of the Xiangshengyong Apartment Complex, Gao Ming once again entered the darkness shrouded by shadows. Brand new divine patterns from the past were engraved on his body. The ghosts that were stared at by his left eye trembled and wanted to pounce on him, but they were afraid.

"Before I kill the 'Future God', I still can't completely replace the 'Past God' and command the alienated residents in the apartment complex. But they don't seem to dare to attack me."

(End of this chapter)