Why Has the Development of the Mission Gone Off Track Again?

Countless outstanding adventurers and explorers inherit the spiritual landscape from the dense Black Forest, graduate from the Sellsben Academy base, and become beloved inheritance teachers. On the...

Chapter 222: Confused Consciousness (Part 3)

"Ah... sneeze!" The largest flower suddenly sneezed, and the spores sprayed out formed a smiley face emoji in the air.

Blore decided to ignore this obviously undesirable sense of humor and continued walking towards the source of the sound.

The moment he walked around the coffin, the scene before him caused his brain to shut down for 0.7 seconds.

It was a huge compass made of living plants, about seven meters in diameter, suspended in the air half a meter above the ground.

The vines that made up the compass were a translucent dark blue, with a mercury-like liquid flowing inside that emitted a sickly fluorescent glow every few seconds.

The compass's surface was covered with self-adjusting hieroglyphics, the characters sometimes crawling like centipedes and sometimes blooming like anemones.

And the most horrifying thing is that in the center of the compass is the face of a human boy.

The face was beautiful to the point of being evil, with faint blue veins visible beneath the porcelain-white skin, and pure black eyes without whites occupying two-thirds of the eye sockets.

Her long black hair hung down to the ground like a living shadow, and rainbow-colored liquid dripped from the ends of her hair, etching miniature constellation patterns on the ground.

Blore froze unconsciously.

That face so close at hand—the skin so white it was almost transparent, the pure black eyes with slightly drooping corners, even the small light brown mole on the right eyelid—was exactly the same.

But the face in front of him was even more...perfect than what he remembered, as if someone had put Si Weijun's features under a microscope and meticulously modified every pore.

"Si...Weijun?" His voice broke into sand in his throat.

The young man on the compass suddenly stopped. All the vines straightened simultaneously, and the needle emitted a teeth-grinding creaking sound. His long, drooping hair moved without a breeze, and the liquid dripping from the ends turned a dark red.

"interesting."

The boy's mouth opened to a point that was impossible for a human to reach, revealing teeth made of mother-of-pearl.

"But this is the 7,842nd time someone has called me that."

Blore felt a throbbing in his temple.

He noticed that when the boy spoke, the skin on the back of his neck lifted slightly like a curtain, revealing the flowing nebula pattern underneath.

The creature in front of me had three small tumors arranged in a right triangle on its earlobe, and their colors changed with the rhythm of its breathing.

"You are not him." Blore took a half step back and crushed a dozing black flower. The flower whimpered like a baby.

The vines suddenly grew, wrapping around his ankles like living snakes. Blore immediately noticed that his skin was turning translucent, and the blood flowing through his veins turned into the same fluorescent liquid as the vines' interior.

"Strictly speaking, I am the collective form of all 'Si Weijun'."

The boy's voice suddenly split into countless voices, some male, some female, some old, some young.

Just like the container you see right now—"

He knocked on his temple, and it made a hollow sound.

"It's just a temporary borrowed skin."

Countless fragments of memory emerged on the surface of the compass: Si Weijun in school uniform preparing a medicine emitting purple smoke in the laboratory, Si Weijun in a white coat dissecting an octopus with a human face on the operating table, Si Weijun in ancient Egyptian priest clothing kneeling down to worship the starry sky... The "Si Weijun" in all the images suddenly turned to look at Blore, with the same smile on their lips.

"You humans always love to give names to the indescribable."

As the boy spoke, he suddenly peeled away from the center of the compass. His lower body was still connected to the vines, like some kind of weird mermaid.

"Just like you're desperately using the concept of 'like Si Weijun' to anchor your cognition that's about to collapse. How adorable."

Blore felt a heat in his nose, and warm liquid dripped onto his chest. He looked down and saw the blood he had vomited solidify in the air, turning into a miniature galaxy that slowly rotated.

To make matters worse, he found himself beginning to "remember" scenes he had never experienced:

Memories gnawed at Blore's nerves like a school of deep-sea fish, and images that did not belong to him glittered in the grooves of his brain.

Atlantis Spire

He saw himself—no, a black-robed, adult version of himself—sitting atop the remains of the crystal spire. Twelve moons hung in the indigo sky, each carved with a different blasphemous rune.

The young man opposite, Si Weijun, was hanging barefoot in the air thousands of feet high. The silver bell tied to his ankle swayed gently as he thought, emitting a frequency that made the stars tremble.

"It's your turn." The man in the black robe pushed his monocle, and a series of non-Euclidean geometric figures flashed under the lens.

The chessboard is carved from the solidified atmosphere, with liquid time flowing in the nineteen horizontal and vertical lines.

Si Weijun picked up a "dream" chess piece - it was a frozen childhood nightmare, and in the details you could still see the outline of little Blore shivering in the quilt.

The moment the chess piece landed at the Tianyuan position, all the mirrors in Atlantis simultaneously displayed 720 possible endings of their past lives.

【Ruins of R'lyeh】

The salty wind carried the whispers of ancient spores. Si Weijun, now an adult, walked ahead, chains wrapped around his slender body like living things. The dark metal clasps constantly emanated mist, and in each wisp of mist, imprisoned the afterimage of Blore from a certain time and space.

"Don't look back." Si Weijun's voice was as heavy as water pressure. The same glowing lines as the compass boy appeared on his neck. "They will consume your timeline through retinal reflection."

Blore (Blore from which time and space?) looked down and saw that his shadow was mutating, with suckers and scales growing on its fingers.

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