Subspace, chess and card room?
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It was as if I had randomly found a piece of pure black space whose height was unknown, depth was unknown, width was unknown on the left, and width was unknown on the right.
A stereotypical chess and card room floor paved with black and white squares suddenly appears in this space.
A white light lamp swayed down from the black space above, and the bright white light was monotonously sprinkled in a circular area.
On the black and white square floor, there was an ordinary maroon four-legged round table, neatly covered with a black velvet tablecloth. On the tablecloth, there were endless and countless chess pieces of all sizes lined up in rows.
No one moves the chess pieces, but they can move on their own. Each chess piece changes its position on the chessboard according to its own rules.
Every second, countless chess pieces disappear, and every second, countless chess pieces appear.
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Originally, this space was quiet.
But suddenly, as if opening and closing an eye, five figures were already sitting around this small table.
A man with a big belly, yellow-green pus gurgling out of his belly uncontrollably, his chair was made of solid vines, half of which was full of vitality, with flesh and blood flowers happily spitting out pus and dirty water.
The other half withered and died, with nothing but death and silence entangled in the vines.
But if someone else observes, they will see that the two sides of the chair are constantly changing. The half that was dead in the previous second is full of life in the next second.
His pus splattered onto the round table, and the foul-smelling liquid soaked the nearby tablecloth.
But the other people at the table turned a blind eye to such a disrespectful scene.
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A constantly flickering and changing Him "sits" on a crystal chair that is also constantly changing. Tentacles extend from His body for a while, but in the next moment they turn into the sharp beak of a bird, chirping and screaming.
The only thing that remains unchanged is the blue light that is sometimes dark, sometimes bright, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow.
The crystal chair keeps changing, flashing bizarre lights. Its shape sometimes becomes so strange that it can hardly be called a chair, but He who sits on it can always find the right posture to "sit" on this chair.
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The angry red light roared, and the chair made of countless skulls was plated with brass. Compared with the seats of the other seats, the seats made entirely of skulls were inevitably a bit simple.
But He loved it.
Next to the chair, a battle axe filled with violent aesthetics was chopped directly into the floor.
Countless amounts of blood kept bursting out from the gaps in the skull. Killing, destruction, beheading, fighting, He who was in charge of justice and tyranny roared out angry words all the time.
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Next to Him, sat a graceful figure that was twisting its body constantly, with shimmering strange purple light flickering on its scales, perfect and strange, humming with pleasure, its snake-like body wrapped around the chair, and from time to time, a certain part of its tail would suddenly tense, or suddenly relax, accompanied by an obvious and abrupt hum.
The chair beneath Him is the ultimate work of art, engraved with all the patterns that countless artists could imagine throughout their lives. It is perfect and charming.
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The four of them occupied most of the round table. The green juice, blue light, blood, and lust that symbolized their territory seeped from their seats, slowly seeping into the black velvet tablecloth, and slowly corroding the chess pieces on the tablecloth.
Compared with the other four who were carefree, the last one occupied the smallest space on the round table.
But this cannot conceal his nobility.
He was wearing a white robe, which was pure white without a trace of decoration. Under the simple linen was the most perfect and strong body that humans could imagine, with strong muscles yet aesthetically pleasing.
Although he was obviously ignored by the four people at the table and took up the smallest space, which could even be described as crowded, he still sat there calmly, with the golden chair shining low-key.
On the round table, under the white light, above the chessboard, there are twenty-one chess pieces that are clearly taller than the rest of the creatures. The finely carved textures shine without any light, attracting the attention of the four players on the field.
But at the moment, most of the exquisite chess pieces were in the hands of the most inconspicuous player, and the four gods all shook their heads and blinked in dissatisfaction to a greater or lesser extent.
Greedy guys must pay the price.
A contract is not the same as a rule. Breaking a contract requires them to personally impose punishment.
However, the situation on the chessboard is ever-changing, the time has not come yet, and the story has not yet reached its climax.
On the tabletop, near death and corruption, a delicate chess piece carved to hold a sickle stood proudly, moving in small increments according to its own rules.
Next to it, the kind father placed a rotten alien chess piece, and the two of them began to fight from the very beginning. The small and delicate duel kept making the kind father laugh.
But, at some point, a tiniest chess piece near them suddenly grew a little bigger, which certainly did not escape the attention of the gods.
At first glance, this chess piece looks just like the other smallest chess pieces. It is just an ordinary chess piece and has no appeal.
But if you pay a little more attention, you will find that there is a black spot on it.
Are they the Untouchables? These blackened chess pieces have always been disliked by the gods.
But if you look more closely, the black spot on the chess piece is actually a tiny hole.
No one knows where the deep hole leads to, but the tiny dot seems to be connected to another infinitely vast and boundless space.
Nurgle grunted. As the one in charge of stagnation, He has always disliked these little guys who appear from time to time.
They occur extremely rarely and are often confused.
What's more, this annoying guy is next to His favorite chess piece.
He began to rearrange the chessboard, but a conflict was heard from the far side of the chessboard where he met the Lord of Change.
Annoying guy.
Nurgle, the ruler of stagnation, and Tzeentch, the ruler of change, are mortal enemies and often fight each other.
As Nurgle and Tzeentch battled, the Lord of Mankind continued to advance his pawns at a leisurely pace.
Finally, he arrived.
The exquisite chess piece holding a sickle and the inconspicuous small chess piece appeared in his hands at the same time.
He did not erase the small chess piece immediately.
"Oh—no?"
Slaanesh twisted his body exaggeratedly, his face distorted, as if he was making the most exaggerated expression he could imagine.
"Do you want to change those little agreements between us?"
"You can't keep doing these little gimmicks!!! It's not doing any good to the world?!!"
The red figure is furious,
The blue figure screamed with wild joy,
"See? I'm not the first one to change an agreement?!"
"but."
His eyes shone with wisdom and cunning,
"If you insist on doing this, we can also change the agreement."
"It's obvious that you just want to play. Have you forgotten what happened?"
Nurgle looked at Tzeentch with dissatisfaction, that damn blue bird.
"That's right, it's obviously you who wants to play! It's always you?!"
Slaanesh threw a wink at Tzeentch. He didn't mind these little tricks. Although it was dangerous, it brought him a different kind of pleasure.
"Except for the two of you, none of us would bother to play these boring and risky tricks!!!"
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Seeing that the emperor was still determined to hold his son, they did not argue too much. The Lord of Change stretched out his "hand" and slapped the table.
Agreement rewrite.
The most subtle details on the chessboard made changes.
No one noticed. The four gods were noisy and then returned to their previous normal state, as if the scene just now did not attract much of their attention.
The Lord of Mankind seemed to be left out again, but he remained calm.
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Behind him,
The Fool, lurking in the darkness outside the lamp, appeared silently. The loser of the previous game had already been ridiculed and kicked off the table by the Four Gods.
From out of sight under the table, He handed two pieces to the Emperor.
The twisted smiling face was full of resentment and anger.
The emperor smiled.
Trivia: The protagonist’s name—Hades—is the god of the underworld in ancient Greek mythology.
It controls the underworld, death, and pain, and is a symbol of the souls of the dead.
At the same time, I don't care much about things.
Often confused with the Grim Reaper.
There is no chess and card room in the subspace, so this story does not exist. The above plot did not happen anywhere, it is all nonsense.
In addition, I swear to God, I just randomly picked up the protagonist's name from a foreign baby name on the Internet. After reading the comments and checking, I found so many coincidences!!! When I gave him the nickname "Ghost", I didn't know the meaning of the protagonist's name at all!!! Shit, I won't be targeted by Tzeentch? !
(End of this chapter)