Crazy Mission, I Stand on Top of Millions of Corpses

I always thought that I was just an ordinary person who was good at cold-blooded calculations. Until that silent call came again. The classroom image is distorted, the fluorescent tubes turn into flickering white candles, and reality is like an old faded painting peeling off layer by layer. The system's mechanical mission reminder popped into my mind: [Copy: Niefo Village. Mission: quell the Buddhist rebellion and save the lives of thousands of people in the village. Failure: Thousands of people in the world died suddenly and randomly. All members of the four-person team landed, and they were still in random trash occupations. This time I was assigned - Yinduozi. In my ears were the panicked cries of my teammates. Some were unwilling to sacrifice, while others were broken down and fearful. As usual, I quickly calculated the optimal solution: sacrificing 30 villagers, overdrafting two resurrection opportunities, and using my own life as bait to pass the level. I spoke calmly and finalized the sacrifice plan. My teammates called me cold-blooded and inhumane. But only I know. Every time I am resurrected, my eyes become more sinister; every time I make a decision, I become more sinful. The fake Buddha at the entrance of the village in the distance slowly turned his head, and that face gradually overlapped with my real face. I suddenly couldn't tell-- It's the mission world that is distorting reality, It's my sanity that has long since rotted away in countless reincarnations of saving people. I stand on millions of lives. It also stands at the bottom of boundless madness.