This Life, I Will Be the Protagonist-Chapter 1095 Divine Game My World 40 Among Antlers

How large was the world on the other side of the gates? Could it really hold every living being from another world?

Could the inhabitants of fifteen Black Flag worlds properly distribute themselves among the safe worlds? Would one world end up bearing more life than it could sustain?

Would the inhabitants of safe worlds be willing to accept refugees from other races?

What did they eat? And after we arrived, what would we eat?

Would our arrival cause panic, seizing their living space and resources?

The condition for the game to end was tied to the number of living beings. What did that truly mean?

My mother quietly raised question after question.

At last, she asked me, "You were just thinking about going to other worlds to play, weren’t you? Then let me ask you this instead. If all the beings from another world came to ours, what would your first reaction be?"

I did not answer.

The countdown in the sky had ended, and I had already seen the outsiders charging through the gates.

My mother did not press for an answer. The look on my face must have answered her already.

And every one of her questions would later receive an answer.

When the Black Flags began to wave in the sky, panic was born.

When the black fog that could corrode living beings started to spread, only one thought remained in everyone’s mind. Squeeze into a safe gate. Any gate would do.

No one knew who struck first.

No one knew whether the attacks were for survival, for leveling up and gaining power, or simply to make the game end sooner.

Chaos was the perfect breeding ground for geniuses and leaders.

Frost Deer of Among Antlers. Rock Breath of Winter Sea. Mirror Dance of Tingo. Crow Cry of Sakura.

By the time I went from crying for my mother to killing any approaching outsider without hesitation, the long game finally ended.

I stood there in a daze, listening to the sound of the game ending.

That voice announced that Among Antlers was officially online, that the game had formally begun, and that the temporarily descended world gates would close.

So only after such a brutal war did Among Antlers count as officially launched?

I looked toward the nearest gate, that fated gate, the first one I had ever seen when the game began.

It was still Tingo. Still that young wind whale.

JE

Wind Whale race

Level 11

I had been to Tingo. It was truly the hardest world to survive in. The Mountainbound cannot swim.

I had also met this wind whale named JE. A very timid wind whale.

Afraid of killing. Afraid of conflict. Afraid of aggressive beings. It longed for peace and told me that wind whales were easy to satisfy. All they needed was a sea.

I told it that the Mountainbound were easy to satisfy as well. All we needed was a small mountain of ore.

Once again, we looked at each other.

Neither of us could tell whether what we saw in the other’s eyes was relief or confusion.

Among Antlers

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At this time, it was Calico’s turn to rest. It had been squatting by the desk, watching BS Rita write for a long while.

When it saw her put down her pen, it anxiously slapped the table with its paw. "Keep going."

Rita shook her head. "The sigh of Among Antlers is not very long."

Before the game descended, the civilization of Among Antlers consisted of little more than various minerals and everyday customs.

After the game arrived and the chaotic early stage passed, Frost Deer, the leader of Among Antlers, began leading them into conquest.

Rita had not entered Frost Deer’s perspective in the World Sigh, but as a Divine Game player herself, she could easily judge from other viewpoints that Frost Deer had entered the Divine Game.

Those worlds that shattered because their surviving population fell below twenty percent became the earliest World Graveyard.

After that came a long stretch of numb invasions and counter invasions. Until Among Antlers was successfully invaded by Tingo, Autumn Deer was still only a level thirty five minor figure.

From the memories, Tingo’s JE seemed even younger.

In Autumn Deer’s memories, Tingo JE was practically a newborn calf whale.

It all felt like a story from another era.

What happened to Frost Deer in the end, that leader beautiful like a miracle, Rita did not know. What happened after Autumn Deer went to Tingo, she did not know either.

But it must have been related to Frost Deer. Frost Deer’s favorite thing was letting go, distributing unused items and equipment to her kin.

In the World Sigh, Autumn Deer complained more than once.

It complained countless times about why its mother gave unused things to other Mountainbound.

So young, yet full of arguments.

"You will spoil them."

"They will get used to your giving."

"You give now, and the moment you stop, they will hate you."

Frost Deer’s answer was always the same.

"No. I am a Mountainbound. I trust the Mountainbound."

On the night before Tingo finally descended, Frost Deer asked Autumn Deer if it had any regrets.

Autumn Deer pretended to be relaxed. "My only regret is that you keep giving away good things. And it is not just you. The other two leaders do it too. I really do not understand."

Frost Deer finally gave a different answer.

"If in the future I get something good and do not give it to you, would you hate me?"

Autumn Deer felt slandered and insulted. It snapped back angrily. "Of course not. You are my mother."

"I am also the mother of the Mountainbound." Frost Deer lowered her head and gently touched Autumn Deer’s antlers while it was still angry. "The other two leaders think the same way. From the day we became leaders of Among Antlers, we were no longer just Mountainbound. We were also Among Antlers."

Rita lifted her pen and added this conversation.

Did Tingo’s Autumn Deer, now a leader, think the same way?

After Among Antlers shattered, it became the Mountainbound of Among Antlers.

She thought of the antler pattern carved into the bowl of Delicious Funeral. She suspected this divine relic came from a Mountainbound god.

Relics like that could only be used by the Mountainbound.

Her pen paused.

Rita thought of the players’ Player Relics.

If Player Relics were the predecessors of divine relics, and she found it hard not to think so, and if divine relics passed into players’ hands after gods fell, then what about Player Relics?

If all skills were invented or comprehended by players, if all equipment, items, and wonders were created by players.

In a flash of realization, a thought struck her.

Where did all the Divine Game rewards she had received come from?

She looked up at the golden rain curtain that never ceased in the sky.

Did it come from an immensely powerful Celestialkin?

The gods generously awakened Player Relics for them. The Divine Game lavishly granted them god given talents and all kinds of rewards.

It all looked like cultivation.

How contradictory.

On one hand, they were guided like insects in a jar to destroy one another. On the other, they were being carefully raised.