Jogo de Cópia: Eu Assinei com os Deuses e Eles Me Acusaram de Trapacear
【O mais intrigante romance de fluxo infinito de 2024 no Qimao】【Confronto de inteligência + transformação sombria + jogo de terror + raciocínio + narrativa coral + fluxo infinito】 Há dez anos, pessoas começaram a desaparecer gradualmente no país, sendo escolhidas para se tornarem jogadores do jogo de terror "Caminho Divino". Dizem que esse é um caminho para se tornar uma divindade. Aqueles que conseguem completar o jogo com sucesso ganham habilidades extraordinárias, enquanto o preço do fracasso é a própria vida. Os jogadores que entram nesse mundo recebem cartas de personagem com profissões diferentes, de acordo com suas próprias personalidades: Trapaceiro, Hipnotizador, Sacerdote, Médico, Engenheiro... Qin Shang, um paciente com câncer cerebral, após noventa dias do desaparecimento de sua esposa, recebe inesperadamente um pacote do passado e, a partir daí, também se torna um dos escolhidos. Com apenas três meses de vida restantes, do que eu ainda deveria ter medo? Qin Shang sorri serenamente e observa a carta de personagem em sua mão: "Deus! Quero jogar um jogo com você. Quanto à aposta... que tal usarmos a sua vida?"
Jogo de Cópia: Eu Assinei com os Deuses e Eles Me Acusaram de Trapacear
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(Warning: Not for fans of brainless power fantasy. No poison. Infinite flow. The antagonists are intelligent. This novel focuses on [suspense] + [instances] + [deduction]. The pacing is slightly slow, so please be patient, dear readers. The humble author thanks you...)
[Welcome to the Divine Path Game]
[Information synchronization complete. Please keep your wits about you…]
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When Qin Shang awakened, he found himself in an exceptionally cramped environment.
Dim, damp, pitch-black—so dark he could not see his hand in front of his face, with barely any light.
Once his eyes fully adjusted, he glanced around.
Utter darkness.
In the shadows, he could just make out rows of seats and boxes on either side. The space was narrow and somewhat claustrophobic, as if he were inside a train carriage.
He had no idea how long this train had been abandoned. Occasionally, a pungent, stinging odor drifted through the air.
Perhaps... it was the smell of moldy leather seats?
“Where am I?”
“What is this place?”
“Why am I here?”
The confusion faded from his eyes. He tentatively raised an arm, relief flickering across his handsome face.
He was uninjured.
He felt his pockets—his phone, keys, and other personal items had all been confiscated.
Voices seemed to murmur not far away. Instinctively, Qin Shang stepped toward the front of the carriage.
He needed to understand why he was here!
He had barely taken two steps when he caught sight of a shadowy figure in the gloo
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