Not A God

Chapter 93

The real world

Zen looked at the snowy white screen, froze for a moment, looked at the old computer with distress and thought to himself that it might be time to get a new one.

The screen was white, and I wondered if a reboot would bring it back to normal.

With that in mind, Zen bent down and unplugged it.

With the sound of the electricity being cut off, the message on the screen that the Ancient God simulator had refreshed stopped.

[Praise You Forever, your game character is dying -

The screen, which should have disappeared with the power, still glowed brightly, and the game system deliberately marked the character's position on the snow-white screen, but it was not enough for Zen to realise that it was not a white screen but a game. The small, blood-red letters that remained on the screen had a slightly aggravating ring to them.

Before Zen could look up, the screen went dark in a blinding flash, pretending that it was indeed a normal computer running on power. Zen managed to restart the computer and was just about to resume playing the game when he got a call from the delivery man, who was already at the door.

The delivery man was already at the door.

Zen looked at the time and saw that it had only been a little over half an hour since he had ordered, whereas in the past it had taken about an hour, which was nothing compared to the efficiency of his previous life. But the takeaways in the richer areas were said to be just as fast as in the previous life, and after all, Zen was used to the disparity.

The delivery man rang the doorbell at the address Zen had dictated on the phone.

"Your order."

The uniformed delivery man was inexplicably stiff, his fingers trembling as he handed the delivery to Zen. Zen thanked him and took the delivery and closed the door, leaving the delivery man outside stiffly shifting his feet and leaving the ancient house near the door bar in a cold sweat.

"Captain, the takeaway has been delivered."

The delivery man walked over to a car hovering around the clock outside the old house, his face still wearing a look of undiminished fear.

"Good, continue with the mission, don't expose yourself."

Zhao Jun, the deputy chief of the enforcement department, nodded to indicate that he knew what he was doing, and after a few words of arrangement, he let the enforcer disguised as a delivery man leave. The senior executive named Qi Ming, on the other hand, hesitated for a moment and did not leave, but spoke up in the compartment and asked, "Captain, the ...... thing in that ancient house are very dangerous, why don't you carry out internment measures?"

Qi Ming said, his face growing whiter and whiter, with lingering aftermath in his eyes that he didn't even realize. He remembered when he had just knocked on the door of the room in the guise of a delivery man. He thought it was just a simple disguise, but when he pressed the ancient and long-obsolete doorbell button, the wetness under his fingers felt like he was touching some moss that only grows in dark and humid environments, and the creepy feeling made him shudder.

What was even more terrifying was that the moment the door was actually opened, his ears were filled with screams and distorted laughter, as if a billion creatures were howling and hissing in his ears, almost piercing his eardrums. As far as the eye could see, there was a bottomless abyss, and everything behind the door seemed to be another world, deep, bottomless darkness that seemed to be luring him in, into the bottom of a hell that would never be the same.