[November 12, Mountains Year 6796]
The Demon Game was unusually quiet today. We discussed the versions of ourselves in another world.
It was no longer a secret that some of our players had dreamed of another self in earlier years, and this topic was steeped in malice.
It was hard not to feel malice, wasn't it?
The Demon Game drove us to grow stronger by constantly repeating our suffering, while our originals... had they already forgotten the pain and started new lives?
[Fifteen Month 2, Mountains Year 6796]
Mountains Xunge was getting stronger and stronger.
She had practically turned the twice-daily Demon Game into a single-player game. The Demon Game ought to impose playtime limits on her.
She grew more extreme by the day, colder by the day, covered in spikes from head to toe.
Nine months ago, when a mandatory quest forced me to kneel on one knee before her, she had stepped aside to avoid it, even though her disposition had already grown somewhat cold then. But that interrupted the quest's progress, so I forcibly pulled her back.
Once the quest sequence was over, she crouched down, looked at me, and asked, "Do you feel like crying?"
Yet today, when another mandatory quest made me kneel on one knee before her and swear allegiance, she lifted my chin with her sword tip and said, "You ought to cry a little."
After the game ended, I stormed into Zai Jiu and fought her. Because of the world's rule that an Apostle of God could not kill another Apostle of God, I failed to kill her, but I still beat her down to just 1 HP.
She quietly healed herself to full HP and even gave me a provocative smile.
Another player driven mad by