Blasphemous Dice

"Doctor! Doctor! It...it's coming out!"

"Doctor! Doctor! I feel like I'm giving birth!"

In the dimly lit clinic, heart-wrenching screams echoed as a blood-stained woman, strapped to a rusty birthing chair, twisted and struggled.

"Hurry! Doctor, come take a look! It's almost out!"

"Why aren't you here yet? Doctor! Doctor! Are you even a doctor? Turn around and take a look!!!"

The pregnant woman's screams grew shriller, her struggles more frantic, but the doctor standing nearby never glanced back. He simply nodded and said slowly and perfunctorily:

"Okay, okay, I'm coming. Don't worry, I'm getting the delivery tools ready. Madam, you don't want your baby to drop to the ground the moment it's born, do you?" These words seemed to have a fatal effect on the increasingly frantic pregnant woman. Her frantic energy faltered, and her red eyes gradually regained clarity. They mechanically shifted again, slowly glancing at her belly. She replied somewhat foolishly:

"The baby... yes, the baby... the baby can't fall to the ground. I want to give birth, the baby can't fall to the ground..."

She repeated these words over and over, her emotions gradually stabilizing. Soon, the small clinic fell silent again, with only the clanging of metal hammering.

The doctor was preparing the delivery tools.

Small sparks flew from in front of the doctor, briefly illuminating the dim room.

The woman's attention was drawn to the sparks. She clutched her belly and turned to look at the doctor's back. Her eyes began to turn red again, and her expression slowly became ferocious again.

"Doctor! What are you doing! What are you doing!?"

"Me? Didn't I tell you? I'm preparing the delivery tools. The clinic's been so overcrowded lately, the nurses are all helping out, so I have to do all this chores myself."

The doctor turned and showed the pregnant woman the crude hacksaw he'd just hammered shut. A bright, cheerful smile spread across his face, and he said with a hint of pride, "Look, it's ready."

The moment the pregnant woman saw the hacksaw, her entire body convulsed. The leather straps tugged against the rusty chair as she struggled, making a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

Her legs kicked wildly, splattering blood everywhere. "What are you doing?! This isn't a delivery tool! What are you doing?!"

"Madam, please look carefully! This is a delivery saw."

The doctor approached the pregnant woman, his eyes lingering over the irregular teeth as if admiring a work of art. He sighed in admiration:

"This is the most advanced delivery technology published in the Secret Book of Holy Healing. Simply use this saw to cut open your abdomen, and your baby will be born intact on the delivery chair. This prevents the tragedy of a baby falling to the ground during a normal birth, reducing the risk of infection.

Furthermore, the sharp teeth increase the incision area, ensuring that the baby won't become trapped due to limited space during delivery. "The baby's head."

The doctor measured the pregnant woman's belly with his instruments and smiled.

"Most importantly, this plan currently has zero negative reviews."

"The baby... is safe... My baby... will be safe..."

"Yes, ma'am. Please rest assured. I'm the most experienced midwife in the clinic and I will definitely ensure your baby's safety."

The pregnant woman, receiving this promise, suddenly became excited. She patted her bulging belly vigorously, stretched her head forward, and shouted impatiently:

"Hurry! Deliver me! My baby is coming out! Hurry, doctor! Hurry!"

"It's my honor to serve you."

The doctor held the rough hacksaw, his hands steady, then lightly touched the skin with a deft upward stroke.

"Chi--"

A thin line of blood snaked upward, a ripe watermelon cracking open with the snap of a finger.

And then!

"Bang--"

The burdened body exploded like a punctured balloon, sending blood splattering everywhere.

She wasn't dead yet. She screamed in agony, struggling with her hands and feet. With a vicious, terrified gaze, she glared at the doctor, screaming frantically:

"What are you doing? What are you doing? You're trying to kill me! You're trying to kill my child!"

The doctor's body was covered in blood, but his face remained pristine. He gently moved the hacksaw away from his face and, smiling again, consoled the patient:

"Ma'am, your words are truly heartbreaking. I'm saving you and your child. Look, your child... has been born safely."

The pregnant woman's frantic movements paused, and she gazed down at her belly with utter joy. Within the rotting flesh of her abdomen, a pair of enormous, pure black eyes blinked back at her.

These eyes were incredibly clear and bright, captivating.

If its body weren't a writhing tentacle, it might have been even more endearing. Looking at the terrifying newborn, resembling an octopus tentacle, the doctor smiled knowingly and praised:

"Look, your child is so healthy, his eyes sparkling. You can tell at a glance that he's... uh... a... loving mother."

The surprise on the pregnant woman's face froze for a moment at this inexplicable compliment, but it didn't stop her from expressing her overflowing love for the child.

Her withered eyes brimmed with joy.

"Child! My child!!"

"Yes, your child."

"Bring my child here! I want to see him! Is it a boy or a girl?"

The doctor's smile faltered upon hearing this, and a hint of confusion crossed his face.

To be fair, if one had to assign a gender to an octopus tentacle...

"Congratulations, ma'am. It's... a boy... with a p*n*s."

It was indeed a p*n*s; it even had a p*n*s.

"Boy...boy!?"

The pregnant woman's voice rose again. Even her severe injuries couldn't stop her twisting and struggling. A frantic expression once again crept onto her frightening, blood-stained face.

"Why a boy! Why a boy?! She should have been a girl! It's you! There must be something wrong with your delivery technique! It's you!! You quack!"

Perhaps sensing its mother's wrath, the newborn, lying in a pool of blood, blinked innocently.

Not to mention, if you only looked at the baby's eyes, it was quite adorable.

The doctor, observing this awkward scene, shook his head and sighed:

"Madam, you should know that a child's gender is determined by the parents, not the doctor. Perhaps you should ask the father."

"The father..." The pregnant woman's eyes blurred for a moment, then suddenly erupted in a vicious sneer. "He's gone... I ate him... Hahaha, he's dead! That man actually wanted to be the child's mother... He's not worthy, only I can be the mother..."

"... Hmm... Hmm?"

"He's gone... Can't be found... Hahaha, he's gone... I'm the child's mother!"

The doctor's brain overloaded for a moment.

But his strong professionalism allowed him to quickly grasp a business opportunity. He raised an eyebrow and said with a hint of excitement:

"If it's just a simple death, our clinic can provide you with a special service to consult with the dead spirit. You still have the opportunity to ask him why your child is a boy.

However, this service may be a bit expensive.

But I think, for the sake of the child, it's all worth it..."

He pushed the sales pitch hard, as if he would get a huge cut of the profits if the deal was successful.

Perhaps moved by the doctor's sincerity, the pregnant woman's eyes switched between malevolence and confusion several times, but ultimately, she nodded like a zombie. "My child, there must be an explanation. What should I do? Quick, doctor, I need to ask him!"

"Very good, ma'am. First, please close your eyes."

Watching the pregnant woman hesitantly close her eyes, the doctor's lips curled into a strange smile.

He raised the hacksaw and brought the rough teeth to her neck again.

"Then take a deep, hard breath... Yes, yes, very good. Tilt your head back, and raise your neck a little higher. Okay, don't rush, right away..."

"Chi..."

The doctor's hand trembled.

Plop...something fell.

Dirty blood splattered, creating a beautiful cinnabar pattern on the snow-white wall.

"Um...although there were some minor incidents, the operation went smoothly. Madam, you can go find the child's father."

The doctor sighed softly, wiping his blood-stained hands casually on his white coat before glancing at the head on the ground.

"Ugh, that's scary."

He quickly kicked it away, then raised his hacksaw and turned to look at the tentacle on the patient's body.

The large eyes were still blinking, as if it hadn't yet grasped the situation, or perhaps, it lacked the cognitive capacity at all.

"Like I said, this service is a bit expensive. Your mother hasn't paid yet, but she might not be back for a while.

How about... you pay for her?"

Although lacking cognitive ability, the newborn instinctively struggled violently as it sensed approaching death.

However, to the doctor, this struggle was more like an invitation.

The more the fish jumped on the chopping block, the more excited the fisherman was to chop it. "Swish!"

The doctor pierced its body without hesitation. The new tentacle twitched in pain, and within moments, its adorable eyes completely lost their luster, remaining motionless.

It embraced the day of its birth, and also embraced its death.

"Payment and goods paid. Thank you for your patronage!"

The doctor bowed gracefully, dropped the hacksaw, and walked out of the dim room without looking back. [Solo Trial (Leftover - Birth) Challenge Successful]

[Grading and Rewards Calculated...]

[Player: Taylor, Performance Rating: S]

[Food Obtained: Finger Bread (C) x5]

[Food Obtained: Canned Slime Drink (C) x5]

[Food Obtained: Imitation Eyeball Cake (B) x1]

[Path to the Gods +0, Ladder of Audience +0] (Solo Trials do not increase scores)

[Current Path to the Gods Score: 2104, Global Ranking: 499713]

[Current Ladder of Audience Score: 156, Destiny Ranking: 74]

[Trial Completed, About to Exit]

A gentle breeze blew, and the bright moon shone silvery.

On the rooftop of a super-high-rise building, Taylor sat on the edge, his legs dangling in the air, savoring his loot of the day.

He was chewing the Blood Finger Bread, the most common reward from the Food Trial. Its shape was identical to a human finger, even the texture was indistinguishable.

Only by savoring the burst of cranberry jam in his mouth could he confirm that it was truly food, not a severed finger.

Alas, the bread was waxy and the jam sour; C-grade food wasn't very tasty.

But none of this prevented it from providing energy, and providing energy meant it could sustain life.

Yes, in this world, staying alive was paramount.

Since the gods descended six months ago, reality had been transformed into a ridiculous game of faith.

Everyone in the world must choose a destiny and believe in a particular god, living with the gods' blessing in this fractured and unreal reality.