Chapter 38 About Going Back
The great senior figure in the time system mentioned by Cervantes needs to first free the black-haired youth named X from his confinement. According to him, this monster can only be successfully suppressed under his watchful eye.
He was floating in front of the black-haired youth, listening to the youth, who was fixed in his seat and completely unable to move, explain what the monster was.
He had just attacked the monster, but a few seconds later, the monster changed its position. At the same time, he felt himself being attacked, and his body and mind were severely injured.
He even thought he heard strange sounds, like a gentle female voice whispering something in his ear.
The fruits, which had already quieted down, were attacked all at once during the transfer and began to howl in pain again.
"Are they still alive?"
Facing Camus, the black-haired youth with his back to the alien asked him a question. He could clearly see that the youth's golden eyes held only curiosity, without a trace of pity or unease, as if the one screaming was not one of his own kind.
Camus had encountered all sorts of people in his life, including some extremely vicious ones. The problem was that even those villains, when faced with the scene before them, would show expressions of pity or fanatical fascination.
But the young man showed no emotion in his expression or voice, as if he saw this scene every day and was used to it.
Who exactly is he? What kind of environment did he live in before?
"Mr. Camus? I can't see it. Could you please relay this to me?" X asked, somewhat puzzled, after waiting for a long time without receiving an answer.
Judging by the time, Piercing Paradise should have been moved by now. Before the move, all units in the carriages will receive 150 points of erosion damage.
Although he didn't know why he felt nothing, X heard the screams again, which proved that Piercing Paradise had indeed moved.
Logically speaking, 150 points of black damage should be enough to eliminate all the clerical staff, but they are still making noise. Could this really be the Warp Train?
Even Camus, who was opposite him, looked extremely pale when the scream rang out, and his body, which was suspended in the air, arched slightly involuntarily, as if he had been injured by the void.
"The monster has moved to the other side of the carriage, and the people who were strung up are still alive..."
If this can be considered alive, it is a creature that has been dismantled into pieces and strung together, yet still retains its biological activity.
Can this really be considered as living?
X noticed that Camus seemed to be experiencing some mental issues, which made sense; it was as if his mental state was dropping because too many employees were "dying" at once.
Believe it or not, his mental stats are ridiculously high. Even senior employees, whose black damage resistance isn't very high with EGO armor, would either die instantly or panic on the spot if they took a hit from the transferred damage of Piercing Paradise, resulting in chaos within the company.
"Are you alright, Mr. Camus?"
The transcendent, still appearing as a young man, silently activated his ability on the anomaly on X. Unlike the anomaly that was rampaging on the other side of the carriage, the remnants that remained beside the young man were unusually well-behaved, merely acting as a seatbelt. However, they were tied so tightly that he could only pull X into the range of his ability along with him.
To Camus's surprise, the scenario he had anticipated—the young man's mental breakdown due to the time loop—did not occur. He remained as cold and terrifying as ever, with only the branches binding him loosening their restraints on the young man due to the attack.
Once X realized he could move, he started trying to crawl out.
Finally, Camus witnessed what could only be described as an unbelievable scene: X, half-hanging on the back of his chair, turned around and took in the entire anomaly laden with "fruits." As if a pause button had been pressed, the tree, which had been stretching out at its fullest, came to a standstill, completely still.
"Quickly, Mr. Camus, attack Him."
Camus instinctively obeyed his command. Unlike his previous futile efforts, this time the monster showed no resistance whatsoever and "died" within seconds of being enveloped by his supernatural power.
The fruits fell to the ground with a clatter, they were still alive, and the train continued to travel downwards. X had a bad feeling in his heart. If this really was the Warp Train, wouldn't that mean they would have to spend thousands of years here?
The monster had morphed into a spherical object. Camus, feeling his head throbbing with increasing pain, instinctively withdrew his supernatural abilities.
No, his superpower has vanished into thin air!
Camus nimbly grabbed the chair, noticing that Meursault was still in the state of being a piece of metal, unlike Sisyphus who had vanished.
The train jolted violently for a moment, then flattened itself out and ran as smoothly as if it were traveling on a railway track.
The heads inside the fruit rolled around the entire carriage with the swaying of the train. X casually picked up the heads of the two sinners and placed them on the table.
Camus, however, noticed the dark red brain that was beside the young man but ignored by him. He rubbed his head, which was now slightly aching, and asked the young man who was associating with monsters:
"Can't you see the brains around you?"
"What brain?"
All I have is a dull eyeball.
Camus noticed that the young man's tone was very natural, as if he really couldn't see the brain.
"Manager, Mr. Camus is referring to the dark red, brain-like object from the Anomaly located to your right."
Meursault's head, which was placed on the table, opened.
X reached to the right and found only an eyeball; he couldn't feel anything resembling a brain.
The two heads, each carrying a superpowered individual, watched helplessly as the young man touched and fiddled with his brain, but there was no reaction whatsoever, as if he were touching a chair.
"Sir, are you wearing a cognitive filter or something similar?"
Don Quixote suddenly spoke up, remembering what her father had told her: Lobotomy Corporation would equip its executives with cognitive filters to ensure their mental well-being and filter out all harmful substances.
"No, I didn't bring anything."
X was also puzzled. In his mind, this was what the Piercing Paradise should look like. He had played so many versions of the game, and none of them had any characters with brains or anything like that.
The egg of the Piercing Paradise was revived once more, and X had been waiting by His side all along. Now that everything was clear, there was no need to hide anything; He could look at Him openly and honestly.
"The interference disappeared, how did you do that?"
The researchers from Company W breathed a sigh of relief, but looked at the young boy beside them with his hand on the instrument with curiosity in their eyes. How exactly did the system called "superpowers" work in this world?
First, the abnormal time of the interference parameters began to decrease actively, and then the interference source completely disappeared after the boy named Dazai Osamu placed his hand on the instrument.
The Spanish youths watching looked on in surprise: "Where did you find this ability to nullify superpowers?"
Such a standard weapon is nowhere to be found in all of Europe. How did it emerge in this remote place? No, looking at the resources and technology this company possesses, it would be abnormal if it didn't exist.
Just as a bittersweet feeling was welling up inside one of the Transcenders, a researcher from Company W was about to press the restart button when he realized that the vehicle looked familiar. Wasn't this the Warp train? Where did it come from?
In a sense, it's all over.
The researcher was well aware of how the Warp train operated. Trains that did not depart normally did not have a so-called first class. He dared not think about what this high-ranking member of the Wing would experience on the train over thousands of years. He could only pull the train over as quickly as possible.
Finally, at 3:12, the unexpected Warp train departed from the platform originally used to transport energy.
The cleaning team rushed in the moment the train stopped. They were responsible for piecing the passengers back together and erasing their memories of the journey. The passengers might be a little lighter or a little heavier in the end, but they would never have the slightest complaint about this fast-paced journey.
Unlike what the cleaning team usually saw, this train was eerily clean. There was no flying blood and flesh, nor passengers twisted into a mess. All that was there were limbs scattered on the floor and two young people sitting in their seats.
Hearing the hurried footsteps, the young man in the white cloak didn't turn around until he saw the W Company's iconic dark blue uniform, weapon in hand, cautiously approaching into his field of vision. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and ask:
"Where am I? Warp train platform?"
"This is outside Lobotomy Corporation, Mr. Supervisor."
"Great, please pass this message on to Angela. There are escaped anomalies here that need to be suppressed."
The cleaning team from Company W also spotted the blood-red anomaly and, not daring to delay even a moment, quickly retreated.
Within a minute, the staff used for suppression rushed in. It was cabbage. Upon seeing cabbage, X's mind, which had been sitting still for almost a hundred years, began to rewind.
After being suppressed in the piercing amusement park, he was moved back to the annex by civilian staff.
It is 3:15 now.
Is this what you call an order? If it says 3:15, then it's 3:15. As for which day's 3:15, that's none of their business.
"Oh, right, this is for you."
The former Index Finger Messenger, who had been given the comical name "Cabbage," saw his supervisor, draped in an Index Finger cloak, hand him a strangely familiar piece of fabric after suppressing the anomaly.
Zhiyang Bismoke
Please welcome those who will board the Wrap train at 3:15 PM with instructions.
The former messenger's pupils contracted and then dilated, momentarily losing his train of thought. After a long pause, he asked in a trembling voice:
"Where...did you get these instructions?"
X briefly explained the situation of the group of index fingers he encountered after waking up.
He patted his employee on the shoulder, signaling him not to overthink it, "There's no index finger here, it's just a piece of cloth."
The supervisor, whose whole body was numb from sitting, stood up with the help of the cabbage and noticed the unlucky superpowered person who was not moving.
"Mr. Camus? Are you alright?"
The supervisor, finally free, waved to the superhuman still seated in his position. Camus mechanically turned his head, his light blue eyes empty. X even felt as if he were looking in a mirror in Camus's eyes.
It seems this gentleman's mental state has completely run out.
"Who's holding the new star's voice now?"
Just let the Voice of New Stars give Camus a couple of blows.
"Honglu from the security department is holding..."
Why is Honglu at the company? Could it be that I rescued her before I lost my memory?
"Then call Honglu over."
Noticing that Bai Cai's expression was a little strange, she asked, "What's wrong?"
"Supervisor, the three people you brought back have switched bodies. It seems that Ryosuke is currently using his body..."
"..."
ah?
Is today actually April Fool's Day?!
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