Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 650: Life and Death Parting, Eternal Soul Remains in the Game

"Wait... I... I seem to..." Yushiro Ritaki's voice echoed in the empty corridor, and the footsteps gradually faded away and finally disappeared.

In the room, Yuzhe Lihei lay quietly with a smile on her lips, as if she was just asleep.

The letter in his hand fell to the floor. On the envelope, the three words "An Yuqing" were particularly eye-catching.

Yushiro Ritaki rushed into his room, slammed the door shut, locked it, and locked it again.

He leaned against the door, slowly slid down, hugged his head, and cried silently.

"Dad...you old man, why did you just...leave...just like that..." He spoke intermittently, his voice choked with sobs.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, raised his head abruptly, and his eyes flashed with madness.

"Games! Yes, there are games! I can make you an NPC! You'll stay with me forever!"

He wiped away his tears, staggered to the computer, and opened the game editor with trembling hands.

"Name... Yuzheli Kuro... No, Kyousuke! Just use your favorite name!"

As Yuzushiri Taki operated, he muttered to himself, "My profession... is... is... Japan's number one gigolo!"

"Haha... Dad, if you knew I gave you this job in the game, you would definitely beat me up!"

There was a hint of crying in his tone, but he tried to appear relaxed.

He began to carefully adjust the character model, striving to make it exactly like his father.

From the hairstyle to the clothes, even the mole at the corner of the mouth is perfectly restored.

"This way... you will never leave..." He murmured to himself, his fingers flying on the keyboard,

Lines of code are like beating notes, constructing a virtual Yuzhelihei.

"Ah...right, the lines! I need to come up with some classic lines for you!"

Yuzuki Shiraki suddenly thought of this.

"How about... 'Tonight, I'm your exclusive gigolo'? Haha... No, no, no."

"That's too frivolous... Then... 'Son, be a man of integrity!' Well, that's what my dad would say!"

As he spoke and typed his lines, a smile gradually appeared on the corners of his mouth.

"Dad... you wait for me in the game. Once I have everything arranged, we can go on adventures together... in the game!"

Yuzushiri Taki's voice was filled with determination.

He seemed to have found a new hope, a world where his father could live forever.

"Oh right! We have to recreate the scene of our first meeting! At... at that time..."

Yushiro Ritaki's thoughts drifted back to that night many years ago that he still remembered vividly...

"Boy, do you want to experience the service of Japan's best gigolo?"

A man wearing a flowered shirt and slicked back hair winked at her younger self... Yuzushiri Taki's thoughts were like a flood that had been opened.

The fragments of memory were like colorful glass, spinning and colliding in his mind, making a crisp and heartbreaking sound.

He seemed to be back to that sunny afternoon, when the father and son sat side by side in front of the computer.

The screen showed a bloody battlefield, and the tapping of keyboards and mice was as passionate as war drums.

Yuzhelihei, oh no, it's Kyosuke, who controls the game character.

He shuttled through the enemy camp like a ghost, with swords flashing and blood splattering, which made Yuzushiro Ritaki's blood boil.

"Look here, boy! This is real skill!"

Kyosuke's voice was full of pride. He operated skillfully, and a series of moves flowed smoothly, directly killing the opponent's core figure.

Yubai Litaki was stunned watching from the side, "Dad, you are so awesome! Teach me!"

Kyosuke laughed and patted Yuzushiri Taki's shoulder.

"Want to learn? Sure! Finish this plate of curry pork chop rice first!"

Curry pork chop rice is Yuzushiraki's favorite and also Kyosuke's specialty.

The golden and crispy pork chop, drizzled with rich curry sauce and paired with fragrant and delicious rice, is simply a delicacy.

Every time the father and son play games together, Kyosuke will cook for Yushiro Ritaki himself and make a steaming bowl of curry pork chop rice.

"Dad, the curry pork chop rice you make is the best in the world!" Yushiro Ritaki said incoherently while wolfing down his food.

After hearing this, Kyosuke showed a relieved smile on his face.

"If it tastes good, eat more! Dad will make it for you every day from now on!"

Thinking of this, Yushiro Ritaki could no longer hold back her tears, which rolled down like pearls from a broken string.

He knew that Kyosuke was not only his father, but also his friend, his mentor, and his role model.

Kyosuke has paid so much for him.

He recalled that when he was a child, he was often criticized by his teachers for being naughty.

It was Kyosuke who ran to the school again and again to apologize and plead for him.

He remembered that when he was sick, Kyosuke always stayed by his bedside.

Feed him medicine and tell him stories until he falls asleep peacefully.

He recalled the first time he participated in a game competition, and Kyosuke, in order to cheer him up,

He deliberately put on some strange clothes and cheered at the top of his lungs from the audience.

Everything Kyosuke did for him was deeply imprinted in his mind and became the most precious treasure in his life.

"Dad... I know everything... I know how much you have done for me..." Yushiro Ritaki choked and said, his voice trembling and hoarse.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes as sharp as torches, staring straight at Kyosuke's body on the floor.

"Dad! You are my father! You are Kyosuke! I don't care what others say, I only recognize you as my father!"

Yuzushiri Taki roared, his voice echoing in the empty room.

He staggered to the side of Kyosuke's body and slowly squatted down.

She stretched out her trembling hands and gently stroked Kyosuke's peaceful and kind face.

"Dad... please... don't leave me... stay with me forever... okay?"

Yuzushiri Taki's voice was soft and sad, as if she was praying, or as if she was muttering to herself.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

Suddenly, a dazzling light shot out from the computer screen, rippling like water waves, instantly covering the entire room.

Yubai Litaki only felt a flash before his eyes, as if he was in a bizarre world.

He saw countless game scenes flashing before his eyes, battlefields with flashing swords and shadows,

There is a fantastic and magnificent magical world, a futuristic city full of technology, and an ancient and elegant oriental wonderland.

These were the games he had played before, and the worlds he and Kyosuke had fought side by side in.

And at this moment, these game worlds have merged together to form a new virtual world full of infinite possibilities.

Then, something even more incredible happened.

I saw this virtual world spinning like a huge whirlpool,

A powerful suction force came from the center of the vortex, slowly sucking Kyosuke's body in.

Yushiro Ritaki wanted to stop it, but found that he could not move at all. He could only watch Kyosuke's body being sucked into the whirlpool.

"No! Dad!" Yushiro Ritaki screamed at the top of his lungs and wanted to rush forward, but was firmly restrained by an invisible force.

In the end, Kyosuke's body completely disappeared in the vortex.

And that virtual world gradually stabilized and turned into a real game world.

In that game world, an NPC who looked exactly like Kyosuke appeared at the entrance of the Novice Village.

He was wearing a floral shirt, had a slicked-back hair, and a cynical smile on his face.

"Child, become a man who stands tall and proud!"

He spoke to every novice player who passed by, his voice loud and magnetic.

At the same time, Yushiro Ritaki's eyes, which originally shone with the light of a cross star,

It gradually dimmed and lost its former glory.

He slowly stood up, looked around, and found that he had returned to the real world.

Everything in the room was the same as before, except for the letter with "An Yuqing" written on it on the floor, as if nothing had happened.

However, Yushiro Ritaki knew that everything had changed.

He walked silently to the window, opened the curtains, and let the sunlight into the room.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

"Dad... wait for me in the game, I will definitely come to find you..." Yushiro Ritaki murmured to himself, his voice low and firm.

He turned around and prepared to leave the room to look for his father in the game world.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a huge explosion in the distance, and then the whole city began to shake violently.

Yubai Li Taki rushed to the window and looked out, only to see a huge dark blue monster.

It is wreaking havoc in the city, and tall buildings are as vulnerable as toys in front of it.

The behemoth let out a deafening roar, and the entire city was shrouded in its shadow.

"What...what is this?" Yuzuki Shirataki's eyes widened.

He vaguely felt that a huge crisis was quietly approaching.

Alright, buckle up, little ones, because things are about to get wild!

Forget the sentimentality, we're diving headfirst into a monster brawl!

"What the hell is that thing? Is it Godzilla's breakfast cereal?!" Yuzuki Riraki yelled, pounding the window glass with his fist.

His eyes, previously filled with sorrow, now burned with a cold, intense rage.

The giant blue beast—let's call it "Big Blue"—ran through Tokyo like a toddler having a tantrum.

Leaving behind a scene of shattered buildings and screams of terror.

In this ruined city scene, Shen Qingzhu looked up at Dalan with a serious expression.

"Genius, do you have any good ideas?" She asked Jiang Er'er, who was clutching her arm tightly, her face as pale as paper, "Because I have no other ideas at all."

Jiang Er'er sobbed and buried her face in Shen Qingzhu's shoulder.

"I want to go home! This vacation sucks!"

At the same time, Baili Pang'er also had a close encounter with a monster.

He grabbed the scruff of the neck of the giggling madman Cao Yuanhai and dodged the falling debris.

"Laugh, idiot! That guy likes them plump and tender. I feel like I'm simply delicious right now!"

Clearly not liking being ignored, Big Blue roared and charged towards them, crackling blue energy gathering in his mouth.

"Oh my God!" screamed Fatty Baili.

The energy exploded in a blinding flash, leveling an entire block of Shinjuku.

Prison Disaster watched from a safe distance and actually clapped.

"It's so spectacular! This is truly a miracle created by divine power!"

"Brother, you have terrible taste," a voice behind him mocked.

Prison Disaster turned around and saw... who else could it be?

Yuzushiri Taki, even in the midst of chaos, looks like she just walked out of the photo shoot of "Zhizu" magazine.

He held a small glowing device—the Oracle—and frowned.

"This...this isn't right. Something's seriously messing with the game code."

The camera switches to the eerie silence in the Demon Suppression Division.

Shen Changqing strode through the corridor, ignoring the zombie-like gazes of his colleagues.

He walked to an inconspicuous door, hesitated for a moment, and then pushed it open.

The air inside was filled with a strong smell of ink and... blood?

He wrinkled his nose, then his expression calmed down, replaced by something like...expectation?

"Uh-huh,"

He whispered, a sly smile on his face, "Looks like things are about to get interesting..."