Chapter 303: Dense Forest Borderland

The wooden sculpture gradually takes shape, and the corpse under the stake tries restlessly to climb upwards.

Bai Yi twisted and reminded Against God, "The mainline NPC Alex has finally woken up! Counter God, hurry up and finish pushing through the story line at his place before we unlock the remainder of the [TRUE END] line on our side."

The Reverse God hmmmed as he raised his eyes to the waking Alex: "Even though I know that the entire world is just a hoax created by the Evil God giving you power, I still don't understand why you ended up becoming a follower of the Evil God."

"-even to the point of finally sacrificing the lives of everyone to the evil gods, to create the illusion you want."

Alex moved his hands, which were tied behind his back, but didn't speak.

The Adversary calmly continued, "In this world of war, there was a huge explosion in the town the night before last, and someone poured paint on the town arsenal that night and ignited it."

"The entire rainforest was completely blown up, and almost all of the rainforest's soldiers were killed, but instead of actually dying, the soldiers were bizarrely transformed into a state of half-dead, living dead, walking throughout the rainforest in the form of corpses and body parts."

"Whether it was blowing up the arsenal with paint or giving so many people the special potion you invented, did you do it yourself?" Reverse God asked.

Alex lowered his head, drops of blood dripping from the ends of his hair, and he laughed two low nervous laughs, "It's me."

The Adversary sighed.

"...... We found you unconscious not far from the exploding armory, and after confirming that you were still alive, took you on the run from monsters all the way until you were captured as a sacrifice by this group of living-dead natives of the old school, and you just woke up."

"You've killed so many people, isn't that the opposite of what you set out to do to save people, why would you do such a thing?"

"...... Because I can't save anyone." Alex slowly raised his head, his eyes staring vacantly at the shattered wooden carving of the old god, "Even in this unreal world, I can't save anyone."

The Adversary followed Alex's line of sight, pausing for a moment on the smiling face of the old Evil God, and continued, "What happened in the real world line?"

"...... It happened ......" Alex's eyes drifted off and his face twisted up as if he was caught in an unbearable and painful memory, "I saved Guy, but Guy ...... is still dead, burned to ashes, with no possibility of resurrection at all."

"Guy died on the eve of the Great War."

"At the time I was desperate to change all that with my medicine, to save everyone, to undo the great war ......"

Alex smiled mockingly, "But who knew that in the end, I'd be the one lighting the arsenal on fire with paint?"

"But this cowardly, monstrous, once-former country that I protected for is afraid to even enshrine in history what really happened."

Alex sneered aloud, "They wouldn't dare write that it was me, a native of the country whose origins and thoughts were never flawed growing up, a doctor dedicated to saving everyone, who lit that warehouse on fire because he discovered the evilness of war."

"They're writing that it was a group of natives who raided that arms depot, by way of justifying their waging war - a group of natives who are as stupid and incorrigible as their recruitment ads make them out to be, and very much deserving of being enslaved and blown to bits by them."

The Adversary asked, "What did you do during the Great War?"

Alex was quiet for a few seconds, his voice raspy, "...... I signed up for Raider One after Guy's death, I wanted to take advantage of the great war to go deeper into the tribes of the natives, to see if the statue of the evil god who gave me the power to reverse life and death could give me the answer to save everyone. "

"It was storming that day of the Great War, and I was dying with five or six bullets in my body by the time I swam across the lake." Alex seemed to be trying to laugh, but the corners of his mouth pressed down, but it was an expression that was about to cry out, "...... But I didn't make it to death, I saw the wooden statue of the evil god."

"Then, I was lying on my back in a pool of blood, looking up at this wooden sculpture, and I didn't even have the strength to speak, I could only pray and ask over and over again in my heart, God, can you save everyone ......" Alex, in a trance-like tone of voice. "...... I don't remember how long I had been praying, when all of a sudden for a split second, I heard this sculpture talking to me."

The Reverse God reacted extremely quickly, "You heard the oracle of the Evil God, driven by extreme desire? What did he say to you?"

Alex's expression went blank, "He said he could grant me my wish, but wanted me to play a game with him."

"If I win the game, I don't have to pay the price of wish fulfillment, and if I lose the game, I'm stuck in this game forever."

The Adversary gave a start, "What game?"

Alex's breath caught as he looked to the Adversary and said, word for word, "A game he designed, called Dense Forest Borderlands."

The Adversary asked, "What's the game about?"

Alex took a deep breath as he looked sideways at the broken old wooden carving of the evil god, "He'll set the timeline of the world line back seven days to a time when nothing had happened yet and provide me with an unlimited amount of red paint that can make an army of undead."

"I have a total of ten chances to read the file and start over, and he'll keep dialing the timeline back seven days, and as long as I can stop that last big battle from happening one out of ten times during those seven days, I win this game, otherwise I lose."

Alex hung his head, "I agreed to his request."

The Adversary looked at Alex fixedly, "So you're in this game, doing what?"

"In the first game, I chose to stop Guy from mutinying, convincing him to stay in his side's army through the undead potion, and I said I would secretly save the dead natives and soldiers of my side through the undead potion."

"I was naive at that time, and still had unrealistic expectations of my own side." Alex blinks weakly, "...... I thought that by giving them the ultimate victory, the war would be over."

"I chose to assist my own army."

"I kept the secret of the potion as best I could, but soon, after those I brought back to life found themselves resurrected from the dead and for a time in a state of complete fear of harm, they reported the secret to both organizations."

"There are no better soldiers than the living dead who have not yet been fully resurrected, because I am in my own organization, and they forced me to create armies of undead in large quantities after learning of the effects of the potion."

"Of course I refused, no matter what torture they used. Threatened me with whatever, I bit the bullet and refused, knowing that I had the Potion of the Living Dead and that it could all be done over again." Alex paused arduously, then continued, "-but I didn't realize that they had actually gone for a group of volunteers."

The Adversary inquired, "What volunteer army?"

Alex's breath hitched, "They brought a group of a hundred recruits to me, then blindfolded them, pointed guns and flamethrowers at them, and forced me to shoot them if they said I wouldn't come up with the potion to save them, then burned their bodies to ashes by completely burning them with the flamethrowers. "

The Reverse God was stunned, and as if he had realized something violently, he looked down at the dry wood-like pieces of corpses at his feet, "These are-"

"That's right." Alex said, "These are the bones of those volunteers."

Alex closed his eyes, "The first time, I didn't agree, the second time, I gritted my teeth and still didn't agree."

"They were shot and burned in front of me, over and over again, and the youngest volunteer in there was only fifteen years old, with boyish gray-blue eyes, and rolled around on the ground for half an hour after being blindfolded with a black cloth before he stopped struggling. Some of these volunteers were burned to black lumps of bone that could still be saved, and some were burned to ashes that could not be saved at all."

"After I don't know how many such tortures, I finally broke down and I took out the potion to save one of the volunteers."

Having said that, Alex was quiet for a long, long time this time, the sides of his face trembling constantly from some intense emotion, his voice hoarse beyond words:

"Then after this group of volunteers got up from the ground, the superior officers who had been spectating next to them actually applauded, and this group of volunteers, who had just been brought back to life by me, actually took off their black cloths with joy and saluted this group of superior officers, happily reporting that they had accomplished their mission."

Alex's eyes reddened to the point of dripping blood, "I didn't realize until then that these teenage volunteers were all volunteers."

"Every volunteer who fell because I saw death was given a five-cent martyr's medal, and the superior officer told these boys that I held a very powerful biochemical weapon that could transform the dead into humanoid weapons."

"But because of my pickiness and selfishness, I don't feel that everyone qualifies to be transformed, so I'm reluctant to use this potion on everyone."

"They told this group of kids that I'm going to give you a dangerous mission that's going to kill you first, and then I'm going to be allowed to come and pick some of you from the dead to get this right to be transformed."

"Those who are not chosen are the warriors who died for the victory of the war, and those who are chosen are about to become the heroes of the war."

Alex breathes so fast that his speech breaks, "--They tell these children that the soldiers who died died because of my cruelty, and the soldiers who survived, survived for the war."

"Every volunteer standing before me who has been shot down has voluntarily signed up to win the war."

Alex clenched his fists, the look on his face grew numb, "They grabbed me by the soft underbelly, I couldn't watch them die so brutally in front of me, they started bringing volunteers over batch by batch, and even used torture on these volunteers at times in order to stimulate me to come up with the potion, forcing me to see it up close and personal."

"And I am soberly aware that these volunteers they are willing to undergo these tortures, and they will endure any torture for the sake of winning the war."

"More and more soldiers I rescued, my own undead army grew stronger, and still the great war broke out."

Alex let out a breath, "But that big battle was not up to the Evil God's requirements for the scale of a big battle because of the undead army, and only these undead soldiers and cold weapons were used to save on military expenses, so I didn't lose the game."

"And the war with the natives was over, it was the sixth day at that time, and I was in a trance thinking that I was about to win the game in such a miserable way when the change came."

Alex gritted his teeth, "The creation of the undead greatly fueled the desires of the officers and the government, who felt that these undead were simply the perfect weapons of war, and they secretly sanctioned another war to be fought - the plundering of all the territory across the street, with this rainforest as a border. "

"On the afternoon of the seventh day, I watched them take the lead in smashing a shell through, causing a counterattack from the other side, and then writing on the report that the other side had taken the lead in sneaking up on us and starting the war in full force."

Alex said dryly, "It was a horrible battle, and I lost my first game and asked the evil gods to go back seven days."