Chapter 167 The Truth of the World
Therefore, this is the answer to why daylight knows everything.
"Is this the end?"
Readers who have been watching for a long time have questions, and feel a strange tightness in their chests, which is the natural empathy after witnessing the tragic scene. They have been following the series since "The End of the World" and the laughter and tears they experienced were naturally profound. For them, the emotions they poured into the series have already taken a place in their hearts.
Even if this is not the current reality, the ending of total annihilation is still revealed in the cartoonist's euphemistic page divisions. The poured emotions are a double-edged sword, which will carve out a piece of emptiness in the heart.
This is too cruel.
As bystanders, they could not accept this ending.
How could the young man in the game accept it?
The illusion is not over yet. A special piece of fragment rose from the pure white, red to black, with a strange glare flowing on it.
The fragments slowly stretched out and pieced together, forming a broken illusion, playing strange memories.
A bottomless darkness. It is like nothingness, I cannot feel any existence, only the consciousness remains, constantly rising and falling. I have lost the concept of form and cannot perceive the flow of time.
The boy opened his eyes. He did not feel whether he opened his eyes or not, he just woke up suddenly, and his consciousness changed from chaos to clarity.
He wanted to open his mouth, but he couldn't feel his facial features. The body seemed to melt into the darkness, becoming the omnipresent nourishment of the space.
The moment before consciousness ended, there was an all-encompassing silver-blue. The body was sucked into the vortex, crushed and rotten, and in the end there was no bone left. No trace was left in the endless time, and life dissipated easily.
[……]The boy floated quietly.
There was no concept of time here, nor the concept of day and night. He just let his thoughts wander, and he didn't know how long he stayed there quietly. The fire burning in his soul was suffocated in this space, and he felt a terrifying calm.
I don’t know how much time passed. It seems like just a moment, or perhaps it has been floating for hundreds of millions of light years.
Some eyes were fixed on him. It's like an elephant looking down at an ant with its trunk lowered, the contrast between huge and small, even a slight breath can overturn the other's weak body.
It was a very familiar, penetrating sight that almost tore him apart, causing his consciousness to tremble uncontrollably and he wanted to escape in panic.
But the boy remained calm. He endured that gaze and finally remembered everything that was sealed in his memory.
And his answer never changes.
I agree to your deal. 】He said,【I want to go back to the past. 】
On the other side of the scale were his soul and name, and their weights were becoming equal. The boy heard a strange laugh that buzzed in his brain and made him feel dizzy.
Then, something touched him, easily penetrated his mental network, and took away something. It was so light and floaty, like a silk thread being hooked away, that it didn't even feel strange.
Then the boy felt as if he had forgotten something.
But before he could think about it, he began to fall and lost consciousness again.
——
All the illusions that followed were like slides, playing the scenes on the eve of "The End of the World" frame by frame. The only difference is that this time the protagonist has moved to the daytime perspective.
It is also known to everyone, but there is another layer of truth hidden in the words that seem true and false.
The boy opened his eyes.
He had just turned eighteen before that silver-blue covered everything. After finally recovering, he was startled by the sound of cannon fire as soon as he opened the door. Then, colored paper fluttered and covered his head. The paper hung in front of his forehead and blocked the bright smile of his companion opposite him.
Even now, he has only just entered adulthood, but his grown-up face is already 80% similar to that of his youth. The immaturity in his beautiful eyebrows and eyes has disappeared, and his expression is calm.
It is now four years before the end of the world. This was also the moment when the Dark Nest was wiped out, ▇▇ first met his superior, and joined the government.
The boy went back to four years ago and stood in a ruin. His figure was hidden by the broken walls, so no one knew that there was a person here who shouldn't exist.
Not far away, an officer in combat uniform, who was participating in post-war cleanup, was searching the ruins.
The boy stood quietly for a moment, then turned and left.
…
The process of improving your strength is always full of blood and tears. He would risk his life to go deep into the dungeon again and again, and quickly leave after getting the reward, avoiding one camp after another that tried to win him over. Even if he was seriously injured, he would hide in the safe house, and then quietly count the items he needed.
He already had the ability to clear A-level and above copies, which gave him the convenience of accurately selecting targets. The lines of crossed-out words in the plan gradually covered the entire sheet of paper.
The black fog descends slowly in the early stages. A normal psychic can only clear two to three A-level copies a month, which is considered efficient, and the body cannot withstand too much backlash from the psychic powers. And when an idle psychic relies on his own strength to achieve the feat of clearing four or more copies in a month, it is extremely worthy of attention.
The young man in the cloak didn't care about the convenience brought by his identity. He just switched identities one after another before attracting attention. All the contacts in the gray area were unlocked, but no one knew the true face of this old customer. In his memory, there was only an idle psychic who quickly solved the commission and reached out for the reward, leaving a deep impression.
So while his body was covered with scars, the boy's supernatural powers also made a qualitative leap. After countless life-and-death experiences, he has become one of the most outstanding figures in this doomsday.
The strength of the mental network comes from the contact with "that existence". The spirit and body that have been broken and reshaped have long been completely different from those of normal humans.
The past belonging to ▇▇ is thus covered under the silver-blue. In the wrong timeline, an incompatible branch branches out, penetrating into everything in the world.
Perhaps "that existence" only regards this as a game, with both ends of the scale being items that are meaningless to Him, and the most important thing is the fun of witnessing the breaking of a tough soul.
But it doesn't matter.
As long as he can grab that unique straw, the boy will have the motivation to live. After failure, there is nothing to fear even if the soul is destroyed.
He should have died by then.
…
The boy had looked at his companions from afar.
The three of them were still fighting and making noises together, Si and An were jumping up and down like Huobao, Ye Yunhe was yawning, and Lin Muyu had the misery of cleaning up the mess. The training went on in a hurry, and even with one person missing, nothing changed. They have always been good people, and three pieces of the puzzle will be complete.
Therefore, the appearance of "Qi Heng" was actually just an accident, an addition out of thin air to the plan.
Dark Nest be damned. The hatred was infinitely magnified the moment he entered the experimental area, and the hatred and anger burned fiercely, making the blood boiling. The boy was sitting on top of the tree trunk, staring at the place he had finally found. The familiar black-robed man coming in and out was the most hateful person he could remember.
He was wearing a cloak, hiding himself in the shadows, and approached the experimental area with a few light leaps. He landed on the branches as lightly as a bird, but his eyes were as fierce as an eagle.
All the sufficient explosives that had been prepared were thrown in, mixed with countless blasting symbols. One could tell how spectacular the following explosion would be without even looking. A blatant surprise attack finally came after a month of patient reconnaissance. It was as swift and terrifying as the attack in the Battle of Zhuolu, and it directly penetrated the thin defense during the substitution period.
A black shadow flashed by quickly, and the wind blew up the cultists' black robes. At the same time, the silver threads cut their throats, leaving only the dull sound of them falling to the ground.
In the picture, the crushing massacre officially began.
The explosion suddenly started the moment the black shadow moved away, wiping out all the crazy researchers. The defense was unable to stop the explosive materials that were also props. Only unexpected screams were heard everywhere, and they were blown to pieces again.
The laboratory is crumbling. There were fewer people during the replacement, and in the end there was no one left, and no one knew that a deliberate disaster was crushed in the cradle.
After counting the number of people, the young man was about to leave, feeling a rare sense of relief after the hatred had been temporarily resolved. He is very busy now, as his personal network and intelligence network need his management, and it is even more difficult as he cannot reveal his identity. Fortunately, everything related to his past has been cleared up by him, and one less recognition in this world will not cause any waves at all.
Then he found a door of excellent quality. It stands out particularly among the bombed-out buildings, and its charred appearance is quite tenacious.
So the boy thought of a way to open the door, and he met the first generation energy being who was locked up inside without seeing the sun - and was judged to be disabled.
The fluorescent white light illuminated the dark and narrow room. He walked in unconsciously and got closer to the unknown experiment.
After pondering for a moment, the boy took the energy body away from here and returned to the hidden safe house.
Nothing changed in the days after the period, except that there was a glowing thing in the hiding place. It was covered with white cloth and placed in the corner like a corpse and covered with a curtain. It was not until the young man formally added something to the plan that he approached the energy body again.
The blurry face without facial features was slowly shaped, and a face that was similar to but different from the boy gradually appeared. After a similar body shape was shaped, the fluorescent white energy body lying on the bed had changed. Except for the faint light that came through, it seemed like a living person, and its chest rose and fell like breathing.
That was also a familiar face.
It was so familiar that the moment I saw it, the barrage of comments went into a frenzy, and I accepted it all with my eyes wide open in disbelief. The illusion continued to play, clearly reflecting the reader's odd expression on the screen.
The transformation in the picture is still ongoing.
The props that he had worked so hard to obtain over the years were piled up into a mountain. The boy picked and chose the corresponding items, and drew a formation with blood to place the energy body in the center.
He muttered a spell, and a barely audible low voice rang out in the air. The young man raised his hand and gently stroked his forehead. The silk thread also penetrated into the flesh and skull, seeping into the mental network, entwining and forcibly dividing a piece of pure white unknown mist.
That was a piece of his consciousness that was separated and carried the corresponding memories.
Next, the mist was gently placed close to the forehead of the energy body, and with the force of the young man, it slowly entered the empty spiritual network of the energy body, replaced the corresponding function, and began to slowly merge.
The pain of having his consciousness forcibly separated swept over the young man. He staggered back to the bed, not caring about the lonely energy body on the ground. He just closed his eyes and took a rest, enduring the pain.
…
It was about the expected time. When the energy body was completely integrated with consciousness, the empty shell without consciousness had enough power to control it. The other young man lying on the cold, hard ground opened his eyes, moved his eyeballs slowly, and raised his hand to test his strength.
It sat up stiffly, with its legs stopped in front of it, and it raised its head slowly to look around.
The beautiful figure bent down to look at it. It was a very familiar face - its own face.
Can you remember anything? 】The boy asked it.
It feels strange to talk to myself. My brain, logged in from a different location, feels like controlling two bodies at the same time. It takes time to get used to it. The chaotic consciousness calmed down, and then the memory gradually recovered and was recalled by the energy body.
The plan has already been ingrained in my heart. It nodded: [I remember everything. 】
Once it is fully adapted, it can move forward with its plan and fulfill its mission. A destiny destined to die.
Here, "Qi Heng" was born.
It was also the past that was abandoned by the boy. In this game of chess, both parties knew that it was a dead end.
The person who cried for his broken heart finally knew the truth. Every word from the past echoed on his face, burning him. Only his wide-open eyes and shrunken pupils contained rich emotions. The reader stared at the scene with his mouth open.
Qiheng and Bai Day.
Daytime and ▇▇.
First it was ▇▇, then it was daytime, and finally it was Qiheng. The three chess pieces that entered the game were originally one, but now they split into three and confused themselves. The only thing they had in common was the doomed death.
The present him has forgotten the past him, and the past him has obliterated the present him. And Qi Heng, perhaps, was just immersed in the pain of blood feud, struggling to move forward with the "past".
To sum them up with one person may be a little superficial.
Judging from the craziness of the comments, it is obvious that they have not yet accepted this tragic ending in which no one survived.
But it doesn’t matter, the illusion is not over yet, let’s wait until the dust settles before continuing.
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