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Chapter 311 - 120: Massacre Madness! A explosive plot that shocked all players! The Ninth Art worthy of godhood!_3

Chapter 311: Chapter 120: Massacre Madness! A explosive plot that shocked all players! The Ninth Art worthy of godhood!_3

With each step she took forward, the stone path extended endlessly ahead.

What was even more visually striking was this!

At this moment, in front of countless lighthouses in every direction,

there stood an Elizabeth, stepping forward.

At every lighthouse, a stretch of path was automatically created moving forward.

It was like a kaleidoscope seen from a grand perspective, so mesmerizing and fantastical!

"This is so stunning... I can’t even put into words how this scene feels..." Dai took in a deep breath.

The barrage of comments flooded in continuously.

"The symmetrical aesthetic formed by countless Elizabeths and Bookers in this expanse of space-time is absolutely breathtaking! Ninth Art is showing off their profound artistic depth like crazy..."

"Whether it was the Columbian paradise at the beginning, or now this fantasy realm of a thousand lighthouses... they understand what beauty is!"

"Before this, I’ve only seen such a scene in a movie, and the name of the movie is called ’Inception’."

"To be honest, just the graphical prowess of ’Infinite’ alone is worth the price of 135... Think about it, what could you buy before with 135 that was a 3D game?"

"I remember Tengjing released a money-grabbing game a few years ago, priced at over 600, with many scenes being 2D textures, which honestly made me laugh."

Amidst the surging comments,

Elizabeth in the game briefly explained to Booker the difference between constants and variables.

Constants are things that don’t change.

"Every Booker I encounter ends up here; this is a constant," Elizabeth pointed to the numerous figures in the distance.

"And variables are, among these countless timelines, some Bookers will choose to push open the door in front of them." As she spoke, Elizabeth moved along the newly extended stone path, from one lighthouse to another.

This meant that they would be crossing from one world to another.

"And some Bookers will not push it."

"The Bookers who push the door and those who don’t, this is the variable. Different choices split into different timelines."

"Where does this door lead?" Booker asked hesitantly.

"Booker, you know."

"No...I..." Booker hesitated, but still pushed open the door before him.

Instantly, the sight before his eyes made him stiffen all over.

It was a shallow river.

A priest was standing nearby, reciting an invocation, surrounded by a circle of devout believers, hands clasped tightly over their chests, listening earnestly to the prayer.

"This place... I remember I seem to have been here before, 20 years ago..." Booker said falteringly.

Elizabeth asked with a guiding, serene tone, "Then why did you come here?"

"After the battle at Wounded Knee River, I was looking for—looking for a way to wash away my sins, and I thought about doing it through this... baptism. But later, I refused."

As he spoke, the priest nearby stepped forward, interrupting Booker’s conversation, and took his hand.

"Are you ready to forget the past? Are you ready to have your sins forgiven? Do you loathe your past? Are you ready to be reborn, my child, to be immersed in the river of baptism and let the Heavenly Father forgive your sins?"

After saying this, he tried to push Booker’s head into the water.

"No... I don’t want to... Stop! Let go of me!" Just at the moment his face was about to be submerged,

Booker seemed to recall some memory he didn’t wish to remember, struggling fearfully to break free from the priest’s grasp and shouting, "Do you think soaking in the water can change what I’ve done? Elizabeth, let’s leave this place. All these doors you’ve created are just illusions, right?"

Elizabeth remained silent, simply taking hold of Booker’s hand, leading him forward toward another door nearby.

Booker continued to try to persuade her, "Come on, let’s open any door and go to Paris! Let us escape all this!"

But Elizabeth shook her head, "No, we can’t go to Paris now, not until we find Comstock."

"Comstock is already dead!"

"No, he is here, behind this door. Follow me."

It was hard to imagine that a petite girl could tug the hand of a burly man like Booker, walking straight towards the next door ahead.

Dai also opened up slowly at this point, "Ah, the irony of life, I wonder if you remember, at the beginning it was Foolish Bai who wanted to go to Paris, and Booker was always deceiving her, putting her off. Now it’s Booker who finally wants to go to Paris, but Elizabeth is the one urging him to enter one door after another."

The comments were abuzz.

"Weird, isn’t Comstock already dead? Booker killed him with his own hands."

"What’s behind the door?"

"Quick, Dai, quick!"

Urged by the comments, Dai chose to push open a new door before him.

And behind this door was a scene all too familiar to the viewers.

Booker’s detective agency!

This dirty and impoverished little shack had appeared several times in the game, nearly no one was unfamiliar with it.

And at this moment, there was another uninvited visitor in the shack.

The male version of the scientist, Luster.

He politely took off his hat and spoke in a gentle voice, "Bring the girl to me, and your debts will be wiped clean."

"This is my employer, he once made me bring you to him, and my debts would be wiped clean," Booker said to Elizabeth.