Chapter 182 Broken

When one is weak, one needs to work hard without making a sound. But when one is strong enough to overturn all existing rules, the strong will have the so-called right to create rules.

The supernatural beings are no exception.

Since he is not a human being, he will only be more decisive when dealing with certain things.

And when time becomes something that can be designated at will, all the alien spirit needs to do is to come to Lehe's side.

The only thing that surprised the alien was that Le He, who had the same youthful appearance as he had twenty years ago, was now being pressed against the wall by an alien whose power appeared to be purple.

It wasn't doing anything inappropriate. The ghost just held Le He's head and slammed it against the wall while saying incoherent words: "Die...die...die."

The evil intent seemed to have solidified into a physical form.

What is most absurd is that such a scene is happening in a classroom.

There were only a dozen or so people sitting in the classroom with thirty desks. When the spirits were madly hurting and even torturing Lehe, most of the human students showed numbness.

Some other psychic students were particularly agitated, and seemed to want to be the first to take action at any time rather than just sit back and watch.

No one interrupted this situation. There was no roar from humans, nor any shouting from otherworldly spirits.

After all, in essence, supernatural beings have always been something that cannot be linked to reason.

The desire to kill is an instinct, and this instinct is as necessary as the need for humans to eat and drink water.

So in the experiment called Peach Blossom Spring, although this kind of murder was obviously interfered with, at the beginning, the requirement was only that the alien spirits were not allowed to directly kill other human students.

Injury, serious injury, or even some kind of abuse...none of this matters.

The only thing you can’t do is kill.

As long as they don't kill anyone, it means that the spirit has successfully resisted its instinct.

The current experiment has already progressed to this level.

The reason why numb people act numb is that they know that no matter how badly the injured person is injured, he is just injured and will not die easily.

And if the fellow human students choose to have fun and provide help, then what they will face next will be a punishment of imprisonment with no end in sight, or even deprivation of food and water.

According to the researchers, "It is the instinct of the spirits to kill people. Stopping the spirits from killing people is the same as stopping people from eating and drinking. Since you choose to stop the spirits from 'eating and drinking', then it should not be a big deal if you are punished in the same way."

Trampling on one's personality is just one of the most basic elements of this cruel experiment. Le He's head collided with the white wall again, blood flowed out, staining the wall red. He would occasionally groan in pain, but he never took the initiative to ask for help.

Because you know it's useless, do you just give up?

Such questions would never be considered by the alien spirits, as they only have their own mission in mind.

The people in the other world have already recognized that this world is real, and this world is indeed moving towards reality as He Jingtong wished.

But this kind of reality is still between truth and falsehood.

It's like a photo. That photo is indeed real, but as time goes by, that photo becomes incompatible with the present.

If you want a world to be real, you should make it grow.

Growth is the result of the passage of time, and time is something that the spirits can already control.

The alien spirit revealed its figure.

When a muffled groan escaped from Le He's throat again, the alien spirit had already kicked the lustful alien spirit to the ground with quick, accurate and ruthless force.

The pain and the huge potential energy that suddenly descended upon the body instantly calmed the lustful spirit, who also had an instinctive fear of death.

It trembled.

The sudden change made all the students focus their attention on the alien spirit.

They couldn't figure out who the alien was, but they knew that this person, who looked almost the same age as them, was about to be locked up in an empty confinement room.

The eyes of the human students became numb again, while the same number of ghosts were already ready to escape.

As for Le He who was saved temporarily, he raised his hand and quickly wiped the blood from his forehead, and whispered in a hoarse voice: "Go back to your seat now, the 'teacher' may not punish you."

"Punishment?" The alien crushed his fellow creature under his feet hard, repeated the two words in a questioning tone, and then he suddenly increased the strength of his feet.

The black thing covered the spirit that couldn't even assume human form under its feet, and before Le He could react, it was easily crushed.

Like the sound of a balloon exploding, the remaining fragmentation force contaminated the feet of the alien.

He just lowered his head to look at the back of his feet. They were no longer on the same level. The black soul power, which far exceeded the current specifications, easily swallowed up the dark purple.

The only evidence that the lustful spirit ever existed might be the purple marks on the wall that have not yet completely disappeared.

Like splashing blood.

Le He looked dazed.

He thought that his head was seriously injured, otherwise how could he see "same-sex students" killing "different-sex students"... This is a cruel experimental school where non-humans have always dominated humans.

Immortal but brainless, wisdom is fleeting.

To obtain the advantages of both while getting rid of the weaknesses of both has always been the original intention of the initiator of this experiment and other related researchers.

"You will only be buried with him if you do this!" Le He's voice was rapid. The blood in his throat made him dizzy. His vision, which was already blurred by the blood, fell into darkness for a moment.

"That's just your idea." The alien can also see He Jingtong's entire memory.

In his memory, whenever that person thought of Le He, he would always imagine that if everything went as he wished and was successful, then when he went back to the past and chose to try to save Le He, he would definitely tell that person one thing -

What He Jingtong was thinking at that time was...

"You are asking for help."

"If you don't ask for help, who will care about you?"

Asking for help is seeking assistance from others, and it is true that you put yourself in a lower position, but asking for help is itself a form of self-help.

The alien spirit looked at Le He's clenched fists with indifference.

He looked very young. It was twenty years ago at least, and Lehe was only fifteen or sixteen years old.

After twenty years he still hasn't learned how to hide his emotions, so why should we expect him to know how to hide himself twenty years ago?

During the time when he was constantly hurt by the lustful spirit, Le He kept his fists clenched, and every time his head collided with the wall, extreme hatred would burst out from his eyes.

It's not that I didn't want to try to ask the people around me, but every time I opened my mouth, I knew that even if my request for help brought good results, that result would only be temporary.

When the more cruel small dark room confinement cage is imposed on people of the same kind, it is not only the sufferers who feel despair. People who have not suffered the same punishment will also be oppressed by the atmosphere and situation and feel the same way.

If asking for help is useless, then asking for help will only become an extra nuisance.

Just bear it slowly, you won't die anyway...

And if he was really beaten to death, he would just be one of the many unfortunate spiritual masters.

Even if I really have any regrets, it might just be why I told the only girl in the group when I came to class, "Everything will be fine in the future..."

Every time you assume the future will be better, it's only a little while before you realize it won't be.

But I can only comfort myself, and comfort others in the same way I comfort myself.

But if he really died before a better tomorrow came, Le He would be unable to help but regret why he said those things...

I gave an assumed expectation, but it turned out that nothing was achieved at all... "Even if I ask for help, what's the point? I can be saved once, but what about twice, three times, or four times?"

Le He swallowed the blood in his throat: "When the positive emotions brought by saving people cannot offset the slightest cost of saving people, then not saving them is the best choice."

Le He once thought that the alien spirit that could do such a stupid thing was a young spiritualist who had just been brought in.

Newcomers are always unclear about the fact that in this small world controlled by researchers, a complete and systematic set of survival rules for human students has long been formed.

But……

"What does this have to do with me?" The spirit couldn't understand the complexity of his words. He stated his purpose again, "All I want to do is save you."

"It is impossible to do this over and over again. So what I need to do, and the only thing I need to do, is to kill these spirits and all the experimenters."

When talking about killing people, his attitude did not change at all. Even when he said this, the alien spirits were still killing other alien spirits.

The word "same kind" is worthless in front of the alien spirits.

After crushing the last alien spirit in this space except for itself, the alien spirit said in his voice that never fluctuated: "Instead of paying attention to why I want to save you, why not use your brain to see if you can provide me with the location of the researchers in this school."

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Killing people really does not put any pressure on the supernatural, and the same is true for killing an entire school and the experimenters related to Peach Blossom Spring.

As the one being rescued, Le He did not provide any effective help.

The alien still achieved his goal, but he simply captured all the humans in the school together.

Those under the age of eighteen were thrown into the hands of human students, while the other spirits were all crushed to death without any surprise.

The relevant researchers and so-called "teachers" were easily strangled after being named by students as one of the perpetrators.

There is not even a chance for spiritualization, as the body and soul are destroyed together.

This efficiency is really ridiculous.

"It's like giving people a sense of déjà vu, as if they have reached the end before the process even begins." The alien spirit He Jingtong sat in the system space, and after seeing everything clearly from another perspective of himself, he still looked a little dazed.

"Otherwise, why is it called the Wanchong Pian?" The author Jing Ze said as if it was a matter of course, "Of course it's because the boat has passed through the ten thousand mountains--"

"When you are weak, you should always be careful. But when you have the strength to make rules, but still cannot move forward as you wish, it will be a mistake from beginning to end."

"This is the first chapter of the new Wanchong Arc. If I add a little more background on the reactions of the other people being experimented on in Peach Blossom Land, as well as the despair of the people dying in the experiment, I guess it can be considered a complete chapter."

The author Jing roughly calculated the plot and pictures, and after determining that the final actual length of the comic was similar to what he had imagined, he was very satisfied and released it in the three-dimensional world.

At this time, the points on the system interface were still jumping, and had even jumped from 100 million to hundreds of millions.

During the half month that He Jingtong was in the three-dimensional world, he not only made "Alien" popular, but also made it famous all over the world.

After all, they were real visitors from another world.

The popularity of "Alien" has already reached an unprecedented level.

Points have become mere numbers without value at this moment.

The comics continue to be released, but only to further deepen the influence of the Observer.

Secondly, it is also to tell people in the three-dimensional world that the continuation of comics is equivalent to the continuation of the future of that world.

It’s just that comics will eventually come to an end, but the future will never come to a complete end just because comics stop.

This is the kind of growth that a normal world should have.

"The first chapter has ended, and the Utopia plan was torn to pieces by absolute power. What should we do next? The future of this world cannot come to a real end after the first chapter of the three-dimensional ten thousand chapters ends..."

"Of course--"

The conversation in the system space continues.

"But why do you think it's a tragedy?"

"A tragic, miserable, or disastrous ending."

"I never thought of leading this world to a tragic ending, but I also never thought that He Jingtong could really escape this tragic ending."

When the author Jing evaluates everything from the perspective of an absolute creator, he can always see the divine side of his face. Because he is separated from human senses and because of absolute rationality, he is in this state and has a strong sense of deception and deception.

"Aren't you curious? What was He Jingtong thinking when he met the Observer..."

"When I succeeded in resisting fate for the first time, when I failed to save Jiang Nan, when I finally realized that the world was fake, when I chose to divide myself..."

"The world is always one-sided, but even if it is only one-sided, there is still room to be displayed in front of the three-dimensional world. Similarly, there are many things that can be displayed around our companions."

Absolute rationality will also have a state of logical struggle, but no matter how chaotic the core of the dispute is, it cannot change the fact that the root cause is still under the control of the author Jing.

"Everything He Jingtong has done will remain unknown as he wishes, but everything he has done will not remain silent as I wish.

“I am absolutely rational, and because I am absolutely rational, I will still speculate and test whether there is a possibility of turning the tragedy into a real ending.

"What are you going to do?" The alien spirit He Jingtong narrowed his eyes.

"Use all the records in the system space to play another already cut-off destiny line for He Jing and his former companions in this changed world.

"If I had to put it simply, cinematic is probably the best way to put it.

After so many events, if the world is simply marked as ending, then this world still cannot escape the limitations of comics.

The future should be an ellipsis, a dash, an exclamation mark, no matter which one it is, it should not be a complete period.

"You've seen it, I've seen it, we've all seen it, those people have tried to hold you back countless times. The author Jing is referring to the period when the alien He Jing was treated as He Jing in another state.

"But we all know that no one can stop you. As long as that goal has not been achieved, the future will only go in the direction of He Jingtong's control.

"Now that that goal has been achieved, we can move on to another hypothesis.

"Is there anyone who can bring He Jingtong back in the future when the world has been upgraded...

"But that is impossible. The alien spirit He Jingtong easily pointed out the fact, "We are the results that have already been determined. Even if we change the cause and effect from the result, it will only change others, not ourselves.

“As long as the world moves from falsehood to reality, it is destined that nothing can form a closed loop.

Otherwise, the future that the alien returns to will not be the future of the real world, but the beginning of the comics.

The alien He Jingtong stated in a calm tone: "In the future, there will no longer be a person named He Jingtong.

"Even if the three of us merge, the result will not change. Time is linear, and it keeps moving forward, just like a ball of cotton thread. The beginning of the thread is just the system finding He Jingtong, and the end of the thread will only cease to exist after the world becomes real.

For example, the future that extends from the present of happiness and salvation——

Three years later, even if He Jingtong's mother became pregnant again, the child would not be He Jingtong.

Even more exaggerated, it is possible that He Jingtong's mother would not still be pregnant during this period...

The beginning of his destiny was He Jingtong, so he could only flow forward in this long river of destiny that was like a cotton thread.

I don't think the author Jing Hui is unaware of this.

Seriously speaking, the author Jing, who possesses absolute rationality, should only understand this point more clearly.

"That's probably why you always believe that tragedy is the only ending.

The author Jing readily nodded and admitted: "That is indeed the case, but in addition to the absolute rationality, the title I possess is also given to me as the author.

The author Jing emphasized: "With such a reputation, he has a wild imagination, but also common sense.

“The author is the one who makes the imagination come true.

He Jingtong has been doing this and has been successful.

“Reasoning cannot stop the extension of imagination, nor can it cover the derivation of possibilities. The author Jing tells everything in a calm tone.

"And if you choose to try, even if you still fail in the end, it doesn't matter. Because at the end of the Ten Thousand Chapters, the world will still not be over.

The author Jing said with a smile:

"It would just be a broken symbol that everything is not over yet. !