"Unless what?"
Ain, crying bitterly, grasped at the last straw in an attempt to be saved.
"Unless you give me your entire body."
"Didn't I already give it to you?"
"It's different. You just gave me the right to use it. The ownership of this body is still yours. But I don't understand. I'm the one doing all the work. Why do I have to share a body with you?"
“But we are one.”
"So what if we are one? If we are one, should I work while you rest?"
Lachesis showed an emotion called anger, like a worker who was owed wages and was asking for a debt.
"Have you ever thought about who helps you complete those boring tasks every day while you are indulging in your fantasies? I am the one who helps you walk and eat when you are too lazy to even go to and from work. I just want to get what I deserve. What's wrong with me?"
“…”
Ain's consciousness was suddenly scolded and was speechless for a short time.
He had to admit that what the other party said made sense. To be fair, if he was the one who awakened the ability and the other party was the master of the body, then he didn't want to work for nothing.
Based on the most basic empathy, coupled with the intoxication of abandoning everything and immersing oneself in fantasy, Ain's defenses finally loosened:
"What will happen to me if I give my body to you?"
A strange expression appeared on the face of Lachesis' consciousness, as if he was looking at a fool asking an extremely stupid question.
"What will you do? Give your body to me, and you can continue to fantasize and indulge yourself."
A smile appeared on the face of the consciousness:
"Let me ask you, what is the difference between reality and a dream from which you will never wake up?"
Ain was confused. This... didn't seem to make any difference.
"Very good, your expression has given the answer."
Lachesis' tone softened again, like a switch between the stick and the carrot.
"So if you don't know you're dreaming, then there's no difference at all?"
Ain didn't answer, but that said it all.
"Promise me, give me your body, and before you immerse yourself in fantasy, I will help you forget the memory of entering the fantasy, so... you can be intoxicated forever.
"I have already taught you the method of dream control. I have also told you before that once you master dream control, you will be the one in the dream world..."
Looking at Lachesis's eyes full of evil consciousness, Ain whispered:
"The Creator..."
At this moment, his inner defenses completely collapsed.
The massive amount of mycelial will overwhelmed his sanity, causing the human brain in this body to go into a brief overload.
This kind of ideological usurpation even had a certain impact on reality. The factory manager who had been chattering on about the work content of the line leader suddenly felt dizzy.
He couldn't help but hold his head with his hands, lamenting that he had just said too much in one breath and was a little short of oxygen, but his body couldn't stop falling backwards.
After all, he is an old man and no longer as agile as he was when he was young.
Just as the director of Factory 22 was about to lean back in a defensive posture, a pair of strong arms lifted him up from the shoulders, neck and waist.
The factory manager looked up and saw Ain, who looked concerned, standing beside him, supporting him.
The man's body was straight, with no signs of working all day. Although it was still the same face, it had a look of concern and determination, making him look like a top student who came out for an internship from an inner city university.
Ain used both hands to lift the factory manager up little by little, and then Ain helped the factory manager to sit on a soft chair:
"Are you okay? Did you miss breakfast? Do you need me to contact the hospital for you?"
"No, no, I just speak too hastily, it's an old problem."
The factory manager waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, picked up the water cup and took a few sips, and finally felt the dizziness gradually moving away from him.
"In this case, I won't say too much. What I just said can be summed up in four words: safe production.
"The Speaker said that every person in Hope City is very valuable and cannot be wasted in a production accident. That would be a pity. This is why our assessment criteria for line leaders are related to production..."
The factory manager mumbled a few more words, then realized his own gaffe, and waved his hand again:
"It's okay. That's all for today. There are two work manuals in the cabinet at the back. You have a week to study on your own. I'll submit the report, and there will be an assessment in a week."
Ain nodded and walked forward, opening the file cabinet behind the factory director's office chair very naturally.
Of course he saw the two work manuals at a glance, but he deliberately slowed down his movements, pretending to be searching for them, and took the opportunity to flip through several documents.
The rustling sound of papers was heard, and the factory director who was reading a report did not take it seriously, but all the text content within his sight had been stored in Ain's brain.
Soon, this young man, who seemed to have been reborn, took the two manuals and left the factory director's office very politely.
Ain, or Lachesis, finally obtained a body, a human body that belonged to him alone.
As for everything that belonged to Ain, it had been completely destroyed under the impact of the powerful spirit.
Lachesis was right, Ain would never wake up again, nor would he remember anything.
Just not in the way he imagined.
After traversing the brains of thousands of people, if Lachesis really learned anything, the first thing that might be learned is -
Lies are mankind's most powerful weapon.
The second one is——
Tell the truth, but don't tell the whole truth.
The former is used by Him to manipulate humans, and the latter is used by Him to communicate with His companions.
As the saying goes, put what you have learned into practice, Lachesis has now achieved temporary results on both sides.
Of course, this is also inseparable from Ain's stupidity. Lachesis feels that his communication skills are not good enough, so for the time being he can only choose to erode these easily bewitched humans.
But it doesn’t matter, because there are plenty of humans like this in the outer city.
"Thump, thump, thump."
Lachesis, carrying Ain's body, walked down the stairs step by step and returned to the production line.
The real purpose is to seize the body. As for the length of the line, it is not important in essence. It is just a small goal used to make Ain give up his body.
As the will of mycelium, Lachesis does not need rest or sleep. While maintaining this public identity, he finally gains the night in which he can act independently.
Ain returned to the production line. The afternoon work was about to begin, and every worker was seizing the time to enjoy this last moment of rest.
He poked the worker next to him.
"What's up?"
"Would you like to eat together tonight?"
"What to eat?"
"chicken."
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