I Became a God in a Horror Game Chapter 259: Ice Age

Spades placed the tal box filled with strong acid over the alcohol lamp and released his thumb from the hole he had been pressing shut.

After the particles inside the box were corroded, they turned into a viscous black liquid that flowed through the gaps between his fingers, resembling blood so dark it was nearly black.

Drops of that “blood” pattered onto the outer fla of the alcohol lamp, where they were burned once more, producing a peculiar fla reaction.

The fla’s original orange-red outer layer transford into an ominous blue-purple, leaping restlessly as the liquid from the box dripped into it.

The dim blue firelight made Spades’ shadow sway against the walls of the tent. That shadow danced with bared claws and teeth, as though a monstrous soul were hidden inside Spades’ body, threatening to crawl out as the particles burned.

During the dripping process, the liquid extinguished the alcohol lamp three tis. Spades, long used to this, relit it each ti. Only after confirming that every last trace of liquid in the box had burned away did he smother the burning block of solid alcohol with his hand.

He packed the remaining alcohol and strong acid into his bag, changed his clothes, knelt to tie the laces of his snow boots, and casually threw on a windbreaker. Then he stood and began clearing away his other items, mainly the remaining strong acid, fuel, solid alcohol, and so food.

These supplies had all been purchased by Spades from shops outside before entering.

The shop system inside the ga pool was disabled. Of course, for Spades, the shop system was generally useless anyway. He did not need to carry food or spare clothes for himself either.

Because he always settled things quickly.

According to the assessnt of his new teammate, the Judge, Spades liked to brute-force his way through gas. This was good, but it was also bad, because it destroyed the integrity of the ga.

Usually, once Spades entered a ga, the monsters could not even last until his next alti before the ga had already ended in his overwhelming victory.

This was also why the Judge had been so frantic during the later stages of training.

As last year’s champion team, Killer Sequence undoubtedly possessed formidable individual combat power.

Last year, Killer Sequence had swept down every veteran guild team as a dark horse. It had to be said that none of its five mbers were easy to deal with, let alone a top-tier ace mber like Spades, who broke through every conventional boundary of understanding.

Once the long whip ca out, it swept across everything in its path.

Even the most arrogant Reforr from Deer Hunter had to grit his teeth and admit, with admiration, that this guy simply did not need any weapon modifications.

Because weapons were rely accessories to Spades, optional bonuses at best. No matter what kind of weapon Spades used, Spades himself was the most lethal weapon on the league field.

No Reforr had the courage to claim he could modify the existing Spades into a better weapon.

Because Spades was already the best.

This was a public consensus among all players in the ga, a solid axiom like “the earth is round” or “the earth revolves around the sun.”

However, this young champion team, Killer Sequence, had a rather fatal weakness.

All five mbers of the team were main attackers.

They had no shield, no control, no roar, and the most ridiculous thing of all was that they had no tactician.

Last year, they had been able to win entirely because Spades’ sudden and overwhelmingly powerful performance caught the other teams off guard.

But after a year of accumulation and research, this kind of one-man tactic in team battles gradually stopped being impenetrable to the other guilds. Instead, it beca riddled with openings.

Because while Spades was perfect, his teammates were not.

After a year of settling and studying, almost every guild team had developed a large number of tactical policies based on Spades’ skill, the skills of his teammates, and the habits of their cooperation.

The Queen of Hearts from the Kings Guild even laid her tactic against Spades directly on the table: a support healer plus dual control.

This tactic could not grind Spades to death, but it was more than enough to make life miserable for the other four mbers.

Just as all the guilds were rubbing their hands together, preparing to teach Killer Sequence—this fledgling, sharp-edged team—a proper lesson in the next league, Spades once again did sothing that made everyone’s eyes nearly pop out of their heads.

He poached the tactician from Deer Hunter, the Judge Who Defies God.

At that ti, the entire ga forum was in an uproar for a full dinsional week, with everyone discussing the matter. Almost every player posted a question mark under Killer Sequence’s announcent that they had accepted the Judge.

What kind of player was Spades?

Anyone who had watched his matches would have a profound understanding of this man’s “solitude.”

This guy had the most typical main-attacker personality: tripping mines, clearing minion lines, pushing the final boss, and defeating opponents at lightning speed to win. He had even pulled off the absurd result of one versus five during the semifinals.

In the absence of a tactician, Spades was the core figure of the entire team.

But as the core, Spades was clearly derelict in his duty, because he almost never communicated with his teammates during matches. Of course, when the other guild teams later reviewed the match replays, they had to admit that Spades truly did not seem to need communication with his teammates.

Because even if he did communicate, his teammates might not have been able to keep up with him.

So he simply did not bother.

This was a person who, on the field during the round of thirty-two, had mistaken a teammate who had fallen in front of him and called for help for an enemy, stabbed him with his whip, only then realized he had stabbed a teammate, then imdiately went back to hunting monsters after a perfunctory apology.

Would soone like that actively poach another team’s tactician?

But no matter how unbelievable the audience found it, the Judge still transferred to Killer Sequence as scheduled, becoming the only non-main-attacker—the tactician—in this bizarre team composition.

And the ones who least wanted to see this happen were the other guilds, who had spent more than half a year preparing to defeat Killer Sequence.

Because they knew all too well how much of a boost the Judge’s arrival would be to a team with a player like Spades.

The Judge’s skill was prophecy.

He was the best tactician in the ga.

The combination of the best tactician and the best main attacker made every guild feel a sense of despair.

But soon, that despair vanished.

Because they discovered, to their great delight, that these two “bests” did not coordinate well at all.

After joining, the Judge quickly formulated an entirely new training plan, but the current execution of that plan...

It could not be called completely bad.

It could only be described as a complete ss.

The Judge restricted Spades’ performance, requiring Spades to obey his commands and not leave the team at will to attack monsters or opponents before receiving an order. Spades looked as though he was listening very seriously, as if he had taken every word to heart. Thus, the Judge breathed a sigh of relief and carelessly let the man enter the ga pool.

As soon as Spades entered the ga, he was like a fish slipped loose from its leash. In the blink of an eye, he was gone.

After searching frantically for a long ti, the Judge thought sothing had happened to Spades inside a ga trap.

In the end, he found Spades in the middle of a killing spree, covered in a bloody, mangled ss.

Spades’ hands were taut as he used his whip to strangle the head off a monster. After tossing it aside, he put the whip behind his back and turned to look at them as if nothing had happened.

Blood pattered down from his eyelashes, but his face remained calm and indifferent, without the slightest embarrassnt at being caught in the act. His voice was peaceful and light.

“Sorry. I saw a monster just now, and my body suddenly went out of control, so I went to kill it. I didn’t affect your training plan, did I?”

At the sa ti, a notification appeared in the systems of the other four mbers.

[System Notification: Congratulations to player Spades for leading the team to clear the ga! The ga has ended!]

Spades slowly added, “...Ah. We won just like that?”

The Judge: “...”

The other three teammates: “...”

You’re smiling, aren’t you!

You’re smiling because you won just now, aren’t you?!

Do you really want to win all by yourself that badly?!

Have at least a little team spirit!

Over the next several months of training in the ga pool, the Judge was painfully forced by Spades to redefine what a “team battle” was.

It ant grouping up and keeping an eye on Spades.

Basically, it was like fighting a war.

Whether in a team battle, while grinding monsters, or while following the main storyline, at any ti and in any place, if even one teammate failed to keep an eye on Spades, this guy would disappear.

By the ti the group scrambled to find Spades, it was usually accompanied by the system broadcast announcing that the ga had been cleared.

The Judge was tortured to the point of nervous collapse.

Most of the tis he activated his prophecy skill inside a ga were not to predict the opponent’s movents, nor to predict the ga’s main storyline.

They were basically just to find Spades.

Spades was like a child whose attention could be drawn away by his surroundings at any ti and in any place.

A child with explosive combat power, the highest movent speed in the ga, an intensely competitive nature, and an outwardly obedient personality.

And the Judge was the incompetent parent who could not control his own child. He could only wash his face with tears day and night, then act like a cheap GPS locator inside the ga, searching for his lost child while broadcasting in a strained voice.

“Spades! Spades, where are you?!”

“Spades, co out! I won’t force you to cooperate with your teammates this ti! It’s all my fault for being a bad tactician! I didn’t consider your feelings as a main attacker who wants to carry us to victory single-handedly! You’re a good main attacker. I’m the one who didn’t do a good job!”

“Co out quickly! We’re going ho! We won’t play the ga anymore, okay?”

After this happened many tis, the Judge weakly stated that he needed so peace and quiet.

He told Spades to go wander around—no, to go train—by himself, while he took the other three mbers to grind and train together, temporarily giving Spades the “cold treatnt” as a “Roar.”

An invincible ace being benched by a newly arrived tactician would likely make anyone feel indignant, but Spades accepted it very well. This ti, he obediently went to train by himself.

Spades was a main attacker who acted very much on intuition.

This was the consensus of the audience, his teammates, and the Judge, the prophet.

And the training ground he chose based on his intuition was the “Ice Age” instance.

Spades vaguely felt that there was sothing in this instance attracting him.

It was as though he were being driven by an innate mission he had been born with, a powerful impulse urging him into this world of ice and snow, telling him to find the evil things hidden inside it—

—and destroy them completely.