The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

Since Jiang Chaan was picked up by "that person", he has accompanied him through these long years. He has seen the life and death of gods and humans, and his bones are stained with the foundation of the terrifying world.

 But she hates being controlled.

 Life does not belong to oneself, but must be surrendered to another person.

 If possible, she would like to see the sea in the ordinary human world.

Would the sunshine be better there?

At the beginning, she was ignorant and didn't know anything. Jiang Chaan was killed by players countless times in the horror dungeon. She had experienced the cruelest death method and the coldest abandonment, but she had never experienced the most intense passion. sincerely.

　　It is better to cry for real when you cry. The tears are because of the grievance and not for acting.

 Because in the infinite reincarnation of time, only he will remember her, independent of all the world, and he is the only one left in her world to prove her existence.

 But "He" would always push her away carelessly.

 God has no emotions.

Overlooking the pain and struggle of human beings, birth, old age, illness and death again and again.

 Untouched.

How could he take a little human girl with him?

 It was already a great gift to be able to pick her up from that rainy day.

Jiang Chaan can't see him often, but she still feels at ease. He is a **** and has no emotions. She is not. She essentially has human emotions and desires.

 Later she became him.

 If you can really go back, the first thing you should do is give up the habit of companionship.

For tens of thousands of years, there has been only one lonely person and one **** in the void, which will also have subtle effects.

 Perhaps not for him.

 “He” cannot possibly care.

“At present, we have collected six campus ghost stories. Everyone should avoid these. Don’t violate the rules before they find us.”

Unknowingly, it was late at night, and the evening self-study was quiet and the lights were brightly lit.

Other students are sitting in their seats writing homework, occasionally borrowing a pen or something. The atmosphere is no different from the evening self-study in ordinary high schools, just more casual.

 The seven players have already changed into the school uniforms of the Thirteenth Middle School. Their overly pale faces seem to have completely integrated into the class. They are sitting in the last row and discussing the rules of the game in a low voice.

 Their names can be identified from the breastplates they wear.

 “These transfer students are really weird.” Jiang Siqi said in a strange tone.

Jiang Chaan's eyes were looking at one of the women, who looked cold and heroic, and was very withdrawn.

One of the other two male players is a jobless vagrant who has been in the police station several times. His overall temperament is not very good and he is very evil. He squints at the female students in the classroom and smiles from time to time.

 One is an ordinary department manager. His daily life is dull and boring. He wears glasses and looks like a good old man. He complains about being taken advantage of at work.

 The remaining ones are two women.

One woman was dressed very beautifully, while the other woman was relatively simple and heroic. She was also very calm. She didn't talk much from beginning to end, and she never participated in the team.

Jiang Chaan's eyes fell on the last woman.

　　“I see the heroine script in her.”

 She uses her consciousness to speak to the rules of this world.

Each horror copy will have a "rule", which can be called the consciousness of the small world. (End of chapter)