This is not the battlefield of District 5, this should be the battlefield of District 9. The lost memory is not just the short period in the middle, but the memory of the battles from District 5 to District 8.
Several constructs that seemed to have become rebels kept muttering to themselves as they looked at the constructs trapped in the red tide.
"Looking at the dead looks of these idiots, it's likely that few of them will be able to become one of us."
"Isn't it better to have less? Otherwise, when he goes against us, we won't be able to do anything to him."
"Are you stupid? The Crimson Tide created an illusion that will trap them deeply. Once they completely accept it, they will become one of us. Their will will also be aimed at the evolution of Pamish. So, if they succeed, they will be our compatriots. We can't be as greedy as humans."
"You're right. We are the leaders of the new world, completely different from humans. The world will eventually belong to Pamish."
A construct walked up to Lucia and me who were already unconscious. I knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the red tide in front of me. Several red lines similar to human meridians extended from the edge of the red tide, forming a circular red disk around me.
My body seemed to be slowly sinking in. In order to save me, Lucia hugged my back tightly, but her own body was also affected by the illusion.
[Illusion]
I held the knife in my hand, staring blankly at the crowd in front of me. Alas! I'm not dead! What's going on? Could it be? Is this illusion immortal?
Vanessa, looking drunk and wearing thin clothes, looked at me in surprise: "Master Chief, why are you holding a knife?"
Ella had just taken off her clothes, but now they were still on her body. "Ah! Commander, there was no knife in your hand just now, how did it suddenly appear? Is this a magic trick? Commander, are you going to perform a magic trick?"
I looked at their clothes and I understood instantly that this situation happened about an hour ago. I was very sure that I had committed suicide an hour later. Every time I commit suicide, the memory will jump back to an hour ago.
If the Pamish network is something similar to a human computer network, it is also constantly deducing, deducing every moment, and will deduce the best scenes, characters and dialogues to control me.
Every time I commit suicide, it is like a jump. It may be that at the time of my suicide, the scene and the character all collapse, and I automatically jump to the scene an hour ago.
So next I just need to keep committing suicide to get out of this illusion. I finally understand why my subconscious mind keeps reminding me?
It must be Whale. Even though she's not with me right now, her sea of consciousness must be in constant contact with me. If my sea of consciousness is being controlled, she must be by my side.
But the whale could only keep calling and could not wait for me to be pulled out of the illusion, because this process was equivalent to the process of empowerment. Logically speaking, humans like me should die immediately after encountering the red tide.
But because of the whale, I also entered the same process as the construct. It felt like a baptism of becoming an ascender.
The whale used his ability to build a bridge with the red tide, but he was unable to completely dispel the red tide. He could only rely on his own perseverance to break out.
I picked up the knife again and stabbed it into the neck without hesitation. It cut open instantly and blood spurted out. This time my consciousness seemed to be a little clearer and I actually felt a slight pain.
It's been almost a day since I woke up yesterday, so I'm going to commit suicide 24 times. Damn it, it's disgusting, and the pain is getting stronger and stronger. No matter how fast I stab or chop, it seems to have no effect.
I died again. When I woke up again, I had been sitting outside for a long time and was about to go back. It was also about an hour ago, but the fruit knife in my hand had disappeared.
I frantically knelt on the ground. What was going on? Where was the knife? I began to think, what was going on? The knife was there just now, how could it disappear?
I looked at the surrounding environment and was stunned for a moment, then I understood. If this world is made up of transparent sandboxes, and the fruit knife is in the command center, the fruit knife cannot cross the range of the command center.
I was thinking about what the people in the camp suddenly rushed out and rushed towards me frantically. It seemed that strange red plants were growing on their bodies. I don’t seem to have this part in my memory.
Could it be that they've already switched to automatic defense mode? I thought only Liv and the others had become like this. I guess I'm a bit too stupid. This entire illusion was pieced together and created by someone else based on my sea of consciousness.
But the surrounding environment and all objects have not changed, so only these moving things, let's call them viruses! They will defend me, so I can still die if I want to.
And they seemed to have a reaction time. After I arrived in another time period, it took them a while to react and stop me.
I immediately turned around and looked at the objects around me, to see if there was anything that could help me die quickly? Hitting the wall wouldn't work. If I hesitated for a moment, the worst that could happen would be knocking me unconscious.
I noticed the blazing stove next to me, and I couldn't help but feel a little scared: "Isn't burning someone alive a bit too cruel?"
No matter! I rushed into the stove decisively. The red flames instantly engulfed my body. The piercing pain instantly rushed into my brain and every nerve in my body felt the scorching heat.
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