I Am the God of Games

This is a tavern near Anurad (an unnamed town).

It's not entirely true to say that it is a tavern, because obviously no tavern will open in this kind of wilderness - yes, even the nearest city is more than ten kilometers away from this tavern.

If it is in "Water Margin", this kind of small place looks like a black shop that invites guests to eat human flesh steamed buns and drink Menghan medicinal wine.

At this time, many tables in the tavern were full of people, and it looked very lively.

Suddenly, the door was opened from the outside.

The fluttering snowflakes and the cold wind poured into the cabin, which was extra warm because of the burning fireplace.

Along with the wind and snow, there was also a man in a thick windbreaker. The tall neckline covered not only his neck, but also half of his face.

A bewitching red long sword hangs diagonally around his waist, and he wears a leather triangle hat on his head, which looks a bit like a mercenary, but the eyes exposed under the brim of the hat are not like those of those drunken mercenaries. It was turbid, but it was exceptionally bright, even bright enough to be dazzling.

The bartender who was wiping the glass just glanced at him, and felt that his face was hurt by his gaze, so he lowered his head, not daring to continue to look around.

"Your tavern has a very special taste." The man sat down at the bar, glanced at the far right of the bar, where a silver lion statue was placed, and said with a sneer, "It's not usually the goddess of wealth, Jiagu Lemei. Ya's idol?"

"Our boss's personal hobby." The bartender lowered his head and replied casually with a smile, "What do you want, the guest?"

"Steak set." The man said coldly.

The bartender stopped wiping the glass: "How cooked?"

"Bake it slowly," the man continued.

The bartender was sweating coldly on his forehead. He tried to squeeze out a smile and said, "Please wait a moment..."

"No, no, that's not right." The man suddenly laughed, and he said in a cordial tone as if teaching his nephew: "At this time, you should say 'My heart and my actions are as clear as a mirror', and I should add 'What to do' Everything is done for justice', and then you show me the list of the trial sequence of the Temple of Justice."

Seeing that his identity had been revealed, the bartender no longer continued to disguise. He directly raised his weapon tomahawk from under the bar, and shouted: "Judgment!" He slashed towards the man!

The bartender's agitation was like a signal, and almost everyone in the tavern drew their weapons from under the table or from their bodies together, shouting 'Judgment! ', surrounded and attacked the man!

The reason for using 'almost' is because in the corner, there was a player with a white name on his head who was eating well. When the others erupted together, he didn't react at all, and his face was 'who am I'. 'Why am I here' 'Why are you all suddenly fighting' looking at all this in front of me with a confused expression.

The man was unaware of the attack that almost enveloped his body, he just stood up with a slight smile, and then his hand touched the hilt of his sword with an extremely skilled movement.

A scarlet light bloomed.

In just a moment, everyone else in the tavern seemed to have been suspended for a while, and froze in place with the action they had just started.

After a while, blood flowers burst out from their bodies, and they fell to the ground, and their lives disappeared with the fluffy blood flowers.

And the player who didn't keep up with the rhythm from the beginning to the end also looked at the fork in his hand that was broken into two pieces, and his face was full of "Fuck, why am I dead" and slowly fell to the ground...

After beheading all the followers of the God of Justice (plus a melon eater) in an instant,

The man sat back in his seat, looked at the headless bartender in front of him, as if nothing had happened, took a bottle of red wine from the bartender's head on the barrel as usual, and slowly into his own cup.

Then he took out two loaves of bread and a whole piece of bacon from the counter, and sat in the blood-soaked, corpse-filled tavern, and even the air was full of rust, pulling down his collar to reveal his face His face full of blood-vein-like scarlet lines started eating and drinking.

Halfway through the meal, his movements suddenly stopped.

Then the man raised his head and looked at the silver lion statue on the edge of the bar.

In the next instant, the silver statue came to life, gave a loud roar, jumped from the base and suddenly became bigger, turning into a majestic big lion as tall as a person!

"Damn demon, how dare you kill so many of my followers!"

"Hmph, hypocritical god, I don't want to kill them, do I have to stretch my neck and let them kill!" The man sneered, without the slightest fear on his face, but full of indescribable enthusiasm, he pulled out his long sword : "But I finally led you out. God Luna is too cowardly, no matter how you kill her followers, it's useless, or the so-called 'justice' is simpler, and it's not in vain to kill me everywhere... "

"You guy..." The snow-white male lion narrowed his eyes, and an unbelievable expression appeared on the lion's face: "You actually want to kill a god? No... You are not a demon, do you mean..."

"Demon? Oh, are you talking about the thing on this sword?" The man's face showed a sneering expression: "That thing wanted to occupy my body, and of course I killed it! What kind of bullshit can I do? No need! If it weren't for the fact that this sword could prolong my life and give me more time to explore the extremes of swordsmanship and experience the feeling of fighting, I wouldn't be too lazy to take it!"

"So that's the case, is it the body of the curse that can only live for 20 years?" Aslan was also a god after all, and he quickly ignored the influence of the magic sword and saw through the essence of the other party, but this surprised him even more : "Without any other assistance, it is possible to completely suppress demonization with the heart of a human... How can there be such a guy..."

"Stop talking nonsense! I'm going to kill you here and finish my last swordsmanship!" The man raised his sword towards the big lion.

"Even with the help of the Devil's Egg, your lifespan can't last too long... Is this why you are in a hurry to keep killing?" Aslan said slowly: "In that case, as the God of Justice, I must You will be judged!"

"What bullshit justice! This world is so messed up, I have never seen you justice! Only bully the soft and fear the hard justice, I have no interest in listening to your bullshit, go to hell!"

The man didn't hesitate or bewildered at all. He just upheld his beliefs, shouted loudly, and waved his weapon at the god.