Instance game: I signed a pact with the gods, and the gods accused me of cheating

Immediately afterward, Qin Shang heard the familiar electronic notification sound. A slight smile appeared on his lips. From the moment he encountered the will of the Divine Path Server, he knew why it might not be able to be shut down. Part of the reason was that the problem Fang Mo had created had trapped it in this loop. If the problem wasn't solved, the Divine Path Server couldn't return to normal and wouldn't carry out the operation to destroy human civilization. However, if the problem wasn't solved, the Divine Path Server would be forever trapped in the timeline from 05 to 24, and it would be impossible to shut down. It was as if it had left its mark on every parallel universe it encompassed on the timeline from 05 to 24. Accompanying this loop, it was an inseparable part of this timeline. Shutting it down at any point would not affect the smoothness of the entire timeline.

Then I'll make sure you never gather all the core authority!

This will cause you to lose your authority in a timeline where the Divine Path server has not yet been opened!

You've broken the cycle of curses!

You'll stay with me, and with this beta test character card in my hand, stuck on that timeline where the second region of the Divine Road server hasn't even started its beta test yet!

Qin Shang, I hope you won't betray my trust!

Upon seeing the last sentence, Qin Shang smiled.

“It’s packaged!”

……

Shibei District, Qingdao, Shandong Province.

"Farewell to the old year, welcome the new, spring is in full bloom! Today is New Year's Day, friends. Let's count down together with the chimes on the control tower. Ten seconds left! Let's welcome the new year, say goodbye to 2004, and embrace 2005!"

"10!"

"9!"

"8!"

"5..."

At a bustling intersection, a group of young people sat together. A rough estimate suggested there were probably twenty or thirty of them. They were all staring at the large screen scrolling across the shopping mall not far away. The host's powerful voice came from the screen, and the young people's faces flushed with excitement.

It's almost midnight. Aside from students, the only people who can stay out of the house to celebrate the New Year at this hour are probably working people who are away from home and can't go back to be with their families for the time being.

This way of spending New Year's Eve is a unique kind of romance for those who are alone in a foreign land.

Several young people had beer bottles at their feet, probably wanting to relax and have a few drinks to mark the New Year. This is one of the few entertainment options that doesn't cost much. A group of friends bought some beer on the street and sat down on a roadside step, not caring about getting dirty. There's a saying that goes, "With beer and friends, anywhere is paradise." Enjoying life doesn't necessarily require going to bars or karaoke venues. Sometimes, having caring people by your side is the greatest happiness...

In contrast, some expensive items often only bring happiness in the moment of consumption, but afterwards, all that remains is a dull and unpleasant memory, with no memorable moments.

Just then, a speeding truck drove through the intersection.

As the clock struck midnight, a man dressed in black night clothes silently appeared in the middle of the intersection. The truck driver who had just crossed the zebra crossing nearby turned pale. Drivers who could still deliver goods at this hour were either in dire need of money due to family emergencies or had missed their last delivery due to unforeseen circumstances. In their anxiety, they drove rather hastily and aggressively.

It's out of control!

boom!

The next moment, the distance was too close, and the truck driver didn't even have much time to react. From the moment he saw the young man appear in his truck's path to the moment he hit him and sent him flying, there was only a short interval of about one breath. It wasn't until the man flew far away in an arc that the driver instinctively slammed on the brakes, bringing the truck to an emergency stop in the middle of the intersection.

The loud noise drew the attention of all the young people celebrating the New Year to him. When someone noticed the young man lying in a pool of blood on the ground, there was a brief silence, followed by a piercing scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"Oh no! Someone's been hit!? Someone's been hit at the intersection over there..."

"Someone died?"

"My God! It's all censored like a mosaic."

"How can this driver drive like that? Didn't he see the person in the middle of the road?"

"No, I was filming the road just now, and I don't think I saw anyone walk by!"

"Holy crap, that's terrifying! Help!"

The man lying on the ground had a handsome face, but if you had to say what, his bone structure was too sharp and distinct, giving people a feeling of not being easy to get along with. His thin lips made him look like the kind of person who was vicious and sarcastic. His face was pale, and blood was flowing all over the ground. However, if someone looked closely, they could see that the young man had a smile on his face.

As he lay dying, he touched his pocket.

A hard texture.

The character card is still there.

I successfully arrived at a timeline where the Divine Path server had not yet been opened, and I also brought the character card with me to this world. A portion of the core authority remained in this character card, which will never be reclaimed by the Divine Path server. In other words, as long as I die, the Divine Path server will never be opened again. That cyclical world may still be cycling, but the outside world has already broken the cycle curse. This place will become a pure land, a pure land that will never be affected by the Divine Path server.

"In that case, wouldn't the Divine Path server, without core authority, have even more problems? It would never be able to carry out its ultimate mission of destroying human civilization, would it?"

"Even on his deathbed, he managed to deceive the Divine Path server once more, heh..."

This was the ending Qin Shang had planned for himself before entering Baifu Group 24 years ago. Only by dying could Jiang Qiqi be prevented from being pulled into the comic book world by his longing. Even if he lost some of his memories in another world, as long as the emotions remained, a single thought could pull her back in. This was why Qin Shang wanted the Divine Path server to erase his memories. Unfortunately, the Divine Path server wasn't so easily appeased. If Qin Shang had said anything more, it would have aroused the server's suspicion about his motives…

But that’s fine too.

If I die, Jiang Qiqi won't be dragged in.

Her comic book world came to a close with the protagonist's death, and the comic should now be completely finished. As for the Divine Path server...

It doesn't matter which galaxy's supernatural force it is anymore. At least this thing that transcends time will never have the chance to awaken again. Perhaps in the world I originally came from, the 24-year-old Bad Commander's shutdown of the server also broke this damned cycle. After all, the cycle is like a closed-loop water pipe. Now I've taken its core authority to a world that it can't reach, which is equivalent to cutting off a small section of the water pipe and throwing it away. All the water inside will leak out, and the circulation system in the water pipe will also cease to exist.

As Qin Shang thought about this, his vision gradually blurred. He looked up at the mall's large screen in the dark night. On the screen, a TV host was excitedly singing the familiar New Year's theme song, "Congratulations on Getting Rich." He was also caught up in the atmosphere and subconsciously hummed along a couple of lines. However, as he hummed, his voice sounded like a broken bellows, hoarse and strained. He remembered when he and Jiang Qiqi had just gotten married. It was their first New Year's Eve together. He was penniless, and like the college students around them, they sat on the ground on a relatively bustling street and crossed into the new year.

When Qin Shang was a child, he hated the New Year. Although his memories and experiences may have come from the creation of Jiang Qiqi, a comic artist in another world, his childhood was at least real and clear in his mind.

He was certain and convinced that he used to hate the Lunar New Year...

Because every year during the Lunar New Year, the children of other neighbors and relatives would get new clothes, new hats, new shoes, and even new schoolbags. But for Qin Shang, it was just a "brand new day." Several times during the Lunar New Year, Qin Shang wore old clothes to bid farewell to the old year and welcome the new. So he didn't like the Lunar New Year. It was as if the already gray sky was covered by a thick fog, making it even darker. But it wasn't because the sky here had turned dark; it was just that the sky next door was too bright, making his own look even dimmer.

However, the New Year's Eve he and Jiang Qiqi spent standing on a street corner after their marriage was still vivid in his memory. It seemed like there was nothing special about it, but because of the person beside him, life became lovely.

Jiang Qiqi...

Take a walk, feel the breeze, and watch the sunset.

Before I met you, these things in my life were called walking, wind, and darkness.

Because of your presence, even these ordinary moments of life have become romantic.

Her appearance added a touch of bright, poetic beauty to Qin Shang's life.

I've found you!

On the big screen, the next song will probably be "Whether you're rich or poor, go home for the New Year." Qin Shang still remembers that he and Jiang Qiqi were strolling along the roadside when they heard this song. Hehe...

"I really want to hear it again..."

However, Qin Shang's consciousness clearly wouldn't last until then.

The noise continued not far away, across another street.

Amidst the sound of firecrackers, the brand new year of 2005 arrived, and at the same time, Qin Shang closed his eyes tightly!

As the red and blue lights flashed across the sky, and an ambulance and a police car slowly pulled up to the side of the road, Qin Shang was lifted onto a stretcher. He had already fainted. All around him, pairs of eyes were fixed on the young man with tension. Some of the bolder students mustered up their courage and asked...

"Doctor, is this... is this man still alive?"

Just then, a silver card fell out of his pocket.

The nurses and doctors carrying the stretcher ignored the onlookers. One of them noticed a silver card that had fallen to the ground the moment the stretcher was lifted onto the ambulance.

"Hey! Dr. Wu! Look, this should be the injured person's business card..."

"His full name was written on it."

Have a name?

The man called Dr. Wu, who had just gotten off the ambulance, breathed a sigh of relief. That's good. This is the kind of patient that their emergency center fears the most. After a whole day of rescue efforts, they still can't find out the patient's identity. When it comes time to pay the bill, they won't know who should pay. Also, if surgery is needed, they can't deliver the critical condition notice to the family. After all, they don't even know the person's name. How can they contact the family?

"what is it call?"

"Qin Shang!"

"Whether you're rich or poor, you should go home for the Chinese New Year..."

The song that Qin Shang never got to hear finally arrived.