Chapter 677 Manual Breath
Beatrice opened her eyes somewhat numbly.
Her eyes rolled around, and the cold, hard feeling beneath her body made her aware of her situation.
She is still in the furnace.
The pain was like a tide, coming in waves without end, as if the whole person was thrown into a millstone and ground into powder over and over again.
She could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.
Yes, she often had hallucinations. One moment she was a little girl chasing butterflies in the garden, and the next moment she was back in the rainy night of the Rhine, with Hela walking towards her with the triple crown in her hands.
Sometimes I saw Uncle Jules squatting down to greet me with a smile, and sometimes I sat in the classroom of the Gear Sage, listening to the lessons drowsily.
Time, place, past and present were all mixed together. The whole memory seemed to be thrown into a big pot and boiled, becoming a sticky porridge.
Sometimes she even wondered if this was just the moment before death, a revolving door before everything was about to end.
A tearing sensation came from the abdomen, carrying with it a burning sensation and reaching the chest, like a bag of sharp blades, forcibly squeezing open the flesh and blood, and spurting out of the mouth uncontrollably.
Beatrice's eyes became numb and gradually empty.
A strong will saved her, but also pushed her into the abyss: she had to endure this torture all the time.
But why?
Why do we have to struggle in this pain? Why not just sink into it?
She seemed to have persisted until now because of some obsession, but the things that supported her existence seemed to be gradually wearing away.
A sense of confusion gradually emerged in her heart, and the hallucinations suddenly overlapped and repeated, making it difficult for her to distinguish reality.
Her [anchor] in the sea of unconsciousness began to waver.
Her consciousness gradually sank into the deep sea, and she slowly closed her eyes.
But just as she was beginning to lose herself, a tiny voice suddenly came to her ears.
Like a whisper, like a curse.
She instinctively felt a little curious, which aroused her numb consciousness. It took her a long time to concentrate.
She heard—
".Is this true?"
"rest assured."
"But, this is the first time I've used so many threads."
"I'm here. It's okay, just talk."
"But what are you talking about?"
"That's all"
".good."
Beatrice was confused as to what she heard, but the strange whispers suddenly became clearer.
"Well, let's start our first lesson today."
"The interaction of forces."
『.』
"Speak, why don't you speak?"
"Well, I just remembered that I don't have any scriptures at hand, so I'll just tell it my way."
"It is said that Pan Jinlian was holding a fork pole to lower the curtain when a gust of wind suddenly blew the pole down and it fell, hitting Ximen Qing. He looked at the pole and raised his head to the sky."
"This is the law of gravity."
Beatrice listened in confusion.
To be honest, she initially suspected whether this was an illusion, but gradually she felt something was wrong.
Her hallucinations shouldn't be that outrageous.
and
For some reason, the pain in her body seemed to ease a little after she heard the strange, absurd whisper.
It was as if the pollution was soothed by the whispers.
Gradually, the illusion began to disintegrate, and Beatrice opened her eyes in confusion.
She was still lying in the steam engine, and in front of her were eighteen iron barrels lined up in a row, filled with pollution.
Beatrice raised her head and happened to meet the eyes of the sleepy-looking girl next to her.
Beatrice: ".Are you Zoe?"
Zoe: “.”
Zoe suddenly jumped up from her chair and yelled:
"Stop, stop?!"
"What stopped?" Beatrice was stunned.
"Fountain. I mean, you're not going to spit out pollution anymore!?"
"Ah?" Beatrice was surprised, then suddenly realized what was happening. A hint of joy appeared on her face, but before she could say anything, a familiar feeling came over her again.
"vomit--"
Zoe subconsciously lowered her head, and a puff of pollution sprayed over her head. When Beatrice looked up at her, she had a vague feeling that something was wrong.
The stokers and skitarians who had been watching in shock finally reacted and rushed to help, some carrying buckets, some trying to save people, and some holding umbrellas.
It was a busy period.
After a while, the cabin returned to calm. Gaia rubbed her forehead and looked at Beatrice in the boiler.
Her condition was obviously better. She was now conscious most of the time and could even control her vomiting occasionally.
But this is not all a good thing.
According to Gaia's observation, whether Beatrice would vomit mainly depends on whether she noticed it. When she didn't notice it, everything was normal, but once she noticed it, she would vomit.
To put it simply, it's like breathing. Once you start thinking about it, it becomes a manual transmission.
The key point is that she was lying in this furnace with iron barrels in front of her, so it was hard not to think of this!
Now, in order to prevent her from spitting out targeted breath, the stoker hung a bucket around her neck to prevent her from doing what happened to Zoe just now.
Zoe was almost sprayed just now, and she is still scared.
You have to know that it is a high-purity pollution. Mortals will be fine, just a little corroded, but for a transcendent like her, being hit in the face by Beatrice's breath is not much different from being hit in the face by a dragon's breath cannon.
Gaia also carefully pulled out a clone. The original body hid far away, and the clone walked in front of Beatrice and squatted down.
"What happened just now? Why did you suddenly get better?"
Beatrice, feeling somewhat numb from vomiting, turned her head with difficulty: "Pfft, I just seemed to hear some distorted whispers, pfft. And then I felt better."
"Twisted whispers?" Gaia frowned. "How twisted?"
"That's so twisted! It all started with a merchant's wife who used a pole to open the window of her house facing the street."
Beatrice spoke excitedly and didn't notice that she had forgotten to vomit.
Gaia and the others in the room listened to her story, and their expressions gradually became distorted.
"This is about universal gravitation and the principles of the steam engine. And then there's the first cosmic velocity. I don't quite understand that."
"This." Gaia turned her head and looked at the other Skitarii.
"Evil God! It must be an evil god! Who could make up such an outrageous story?!"
"Indeed, it was Lord Zeus who improved the steam engine. How come the evil god said he was someone else?"
"Blasphemy knowledge, how terrible!"
"No, I need to read the holy scriptures to purify my soul."
"Isn't this whisper too twisted?"
"Although what he said was quite outrageous, I feel like the knowledge seems to be correct."
"Hmm?" Everyone turned their heads and looked at the person who had just spoken.
"What, what are you doing? Is there something wrong with what I said?" Zoe shrank her neck. "I've studied elementary physics before, and the basic concepts in these stories are correct!"
(End of this chapter)
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