Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 292: Incomplete combustion (5)

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I opened my left eye vigorously, and the pain was so clear that the corners of my eyes twitched uncontrollably. (Free download of full text e-book) I don't know if it is pain or a deeper emotion, which is like electric current in the spine and pores. I staggered into the bathroom and stared at my left eye in front of the mirror.

I don't know if it was an illusion, I saw a face of Mae in the depths of my left eye.

There seems to be a voice in the ear saying:

I'm here...

This dream has brought me a huge change. First of all, it allows me to have a body that is truly free to move around. Although I don't know how this change is seen in the medical report, I really feel that my physical strength and energy are rapidly becoming more abundant, which makes people doubt whether it is a return to light. In addition, it has brought me an abnormal ability, that is in the illusory doomsday world, as a magicweave messenger Gao Chuan has the ability-chain judgment.

When I regained consciousness in front of the mirror, when my body was burning like a high fever, the feeling of incomparable familiarity and nostalgia was violently washing my nerves. Can you imagine? When I first left the doomsday world, I found myself turned into a mediocre disabled person. I watched the strange world with doubts, hope and hostility. I was told that what I thought was the real world was an illusory world, and the boundary between true and false became blurred. . Hidden conspiracy, sad past, abnormal state of affairs, human experimentation, monsters, killings, shouts, nightmares... In the large amount of contradictory information generated by the "reality" without real sense and the "illusion" full of realism, even I began to doubt.

Persistence is a promise of salvation, but the body gradually weakens over time. Thinking is to determine oneself, but cognition becomes crazy in conflicts again and again. Is the person I know really what I know? Is the world I know really what I know? Memories and records like strangers record the "real" self, and the self that one knows is a newborn born in the illusion, and can neither see the past nor the future.

I am so lonely. I used to be a strange girl with a familiar name, but in records and memory, they are indeed "Gaochuan" partners. So, are they my partners? I don't know, and I don't want to think about such issues.

How many times did this me named "Gaochuan" have undergone such terrible experiments? How many more such experiments will you go through? Is the next "Gaochuan" after the trial again still the current self?

It's terrible, terrible. I don't want to die, and I don't want to just disappear like this. Perhaps the only thing that will keep me alive is the promise called "Salvation." I stubbornly believe that as long as we abide by this promise, "Gaochuan" will not disappear, because after tracing all the memories of "Gaochuan", only this promise is the only thing that will not disappear from the life of "Gaochuan"—— No matter which Gaochuan.

There are conflicts everywhere, contradictions everywhere, but this crazy world seems to be a reality, my reality, and several times, I feel like I am drowning in it. However, just when I was about to collapse, I found something that really belonged to me in a certain sense overnight—even if it was adventure, love, and battle in a virtual world. The power gained in the experience that is regarded as the "story".

This kind of power that used to be a joke, which was impossible to exist in reality, has now truly returned to me.

It's like going back and forth in a desperate situation. A partner who thought he was already dead suddenly shows up at a time of crisis and lends a helping hand.

It's unexpected to be so caught off guard.

Ability, chain judgment: Everything is influencing each other during operation. When the user determines a target within the visual range, he can perceive the factors that affect the movement of the target, and quantify and calculate the factors. Presumably, the conclusions drawn are fed back to the body and coordinated with movements. This process is an instinct that takes a very short time. And it is possible to extend this perception and judgment to the self-motion of the factors that interfere with the target based on the target.

Just like in that doomsday world, I once again experienced the unique feeling that this ability brought to me. (Free download of the full text e-book) In my perception, the world is a huge web. As long as one node is pulled, the movement of other nodes can be observed.

It's incredible.

The real "illusory" has become real?

Another voice whispered in my ear:

Wake up, I am here...

I let go of the palm covering my left eye, the left eye rolled on its own, and suddenly turned to the mirror. I saw the incongruous self in the mirror, how familiar, there are two wills in this body. Is the other you? Jiang. You are really here, in my body, in my blood, in my DNA.

My body is so hot, and with the sharp pain of drilling deep into the bone marrow, it seems that there are countless root tentacles entangled in the nerves, and it is like a seed forcibly taking root in the gene chain. I can feel it! I can feel it! That kind of abnormal reproduction. How long have you not felt this way? It was like Jiang Yu's awakening in my body in the apocalyptic world.

So painful, but so happy.

I don't want to take medicine anymore. It's such pain and reproductive feeling that make me feel the truth of life, make me no longer feel lonely, and let me know how powerful I am.

I heard myself laughing, and a voice in the laughter kept whispering in my ear:

I'm here...

Yes, you are here, you are no longer illusory, you are reviving in this world through my body.

Today, just today, I am going to be born again.

The body is getting hotter and hotter. I leaned on the sink and stared at the boy in the mirror whose facial features were distorted by pain. Suddenly, a ball of flame ignited from his calf and gradually spread to his upper body, but he did not struggle, his distorted facial features were becoming blurred, and his face was swelling like dough, kneading, and bulging. , As if something was going to rush out from inside. The skin on the cheek is bulging like rubber, and it looks like another small face has been drilled out. It howls, trying to break through the shackles of this body, but is pulled back by something deeper. The bulging bag in other parts of the face also quickly disappeared.

At this moment, I was in a daze, but when I came back to my senses I saw that I was still myself in the mirror. No fire, no distortion, no other face, as if all I saw before were hallucinations.

However, I can feel the body full of power, which is not the power a child should have, and my legs seem to return to normal levels all at once.

Under this situation, I couldn't help but wonder if I had returned to the doomsday world and became the top student Gao Chuan again.

However, when I exited the bathroom, the messy scenes in the house, the swaying shadows outside the window, and the quiet dormitory corridor bathed in moonlight all told me that I was still in the hospital.

I still feel hot and painful, but these abnormal feelings are not strong enough to interfere with my actions. Besides, I feel that I am so energetic at this time. The critically ill feeling the other day was like a bubble. Same. I opened the drawer under the table and stared at the medicine bottle inside for a while, then swept all the messy medicines on the table into this drawer.

Occasionally, a long-lost thought resurfaced in my heart again—this closed hospital is actually in the apocalyptic world, but I was isolated in the high wall. The rhetoric of those people before was just a kind of The disguise that confuses people, the medicine they injected for me is to strengthen this disguise.

However, I quickly got rid of such thoughts and began to check my physical fitness at this time.

I haven't forgotten that there is another action tonight, which is suitable for the physically recovered self to do a great job. I have an idea, that is to implement tonight's plan and future plans in a standing posture, as long as they are not caught on the spot, they can use the identity of the disabled to hide the past. Even if those people knew that my legs could already move, they would never expect that I would recover so quickly, and to some extent, this is not "recovery", but alienation. I can be sure that all the previous "Gao Chuan" never possessed extraordinary power like I do now.

This is a miracle produced after numerous severe tests. For the "Human Completion Project", it is a natural and unimaginable change. If everything learned from Dr. Ender is true, then the results of the Human Completion Project are manifesting in me in a more ferocious way than he expected.

I try to test my reaction, speed and strength in a room that is not too spacious. With the ability called "chain determination", I have no doubt that I can dodge bullets and carry out high-precision designs. The speed and strength have exceeded that of an adult, and I can even walk a distance on the wall like a gecko. Although I haven't practiced, I feel that I can jump directly onto a three-meter-high wall, and fall from a ten-meter-high place without any harm. I feel that I am gradually regaining the strength of the first-level magicweave messenger in the doomsday world. If the change continues, it may rise to the second stage of the magicweave messenger within a month, which is also a superpower.

Nevertheless, I did not see the prismatic magic pattern on the inside of my left wrist.

I think back to the monsters I encountered during my expedition in the hospital in the past few months. Although I think it’s impossible, maybe those are really hallucinations, but I can’t help but wonder if I kill those monsters at this time. , Or killing patients with doomsday syndrome, can they turn them into greystone?

I suppressed this desire to try, and opened the information on the table. I quickly discovered that not only the body, but also the brain has become much better. Memory, logic, and calculation capabilities have begun to surpass ordinary people. In the apocalyptic world, the so-called "talent" is originally the extreme manifestation of certain abilities, and the ability of the first stage of the magic pattern is to make the owner of the magic pattern awaken the ability and force to become a "wizard" or "ghost". And "genius".

Now I am experiencing all this again.

When I used the materials at hand to make weapons and armors, a strong sense of sight made me feel like I was back in the hospital in the doomsday fantasy when I was back in the toilet talk. At this moment, the two different worlds seem to overlap through time and space. Although in the apocalyptic world, those memories were once forgotten, and only a diary of adventures remains as evidence, but now I can remember them every bit. No, to be precise, those scenes suddenly appeared before my eyes:

——Walking on the stairs with an ax in hand.

——Kill the invisible black dog.

——Meet a strange man in red.

Then this guy who calls himself "Agent of Doom" gave me the magic pattern. Yes, I remembered that when he said his name was "Carmen".

I stopped the work at hand, opened the script on the table, and found the plot about "Toilet Strange Talk". There was no detailed narrative in it. It just explained that "Gaochuan" got the magic in this plot. Pattern.

I once again pondered the "script". There are many characters and plots that do not exist in the script like "Agent of Doom". This is enough to prove that the world expanded by the "script" has great flexibility.

I’ve never figured out in the doomsday world, who is Carmen, who claims to be the agent of the doomsday, why he appeared, and what role he plays. Now I look outside the doomsday world and still don't understand. He is a character that does not exist in the "script". Does this mean that he is a character extended by the "script" as the core of the supercomputer that controls the virtual world? So, what does his existence represent in the entire human completion plan?

Does Dr. Ender know this plot? As one of the creators of "Script" and "World", can he interpret this character?

Doctor Ender has hinted that the birth and appearance of all characters have their meanings, and nothing that I have encountered is superfluous. However, if the appearance of this "doomsday agent" is not in Dr. Ender's script, then who led to his birth? Why let him lead the plot that allowed me to get the magic pattern?

Perhaps the supercomputer did it, but the computer shouldn’t have this kind of proactive thinking. It is prudent and logical. It can fill in the details very well, but it doesn’t think about the meaning of things. If the "agent of doom" is meaningful, perhaps someone who has not planned to use a supercomputer has perfected the meaning. So, who is this person?

I still remember what Carmen looked like-more than two meters tall, a red trench coat, a red wide-brimmed hat, a perfect blend of evil and elegance. His face is hidden in the shadow of the brim of his hat, with thin outlines and strong lines. He stood upright in front of the door, with his hat pressed in one hand, and seemed to have been standing there a long time ago, surrounded gently by loneliness and jealousy.

According to the setting rules given by Dr. Ender, the role of the script is set as a template as possible based on acquaintances, but there is nothing in his body that resembles someone I have ever known.

I clearly remember the questions I asked, and he answered them like this.

"Where is this place?"

"Apocalypse."

"Why send us here?"

"To save the world."

Yes, this is the beginning of the adventure about my "Gaochuan". And this beginning will definitely not be set casually, meaningless.

I looked out the window. In the clear and clear night, the glass reflected my face. There was no expression on that face, but I knew that it didn't mean peace.

——Where is this?

——The illusion of the doomsday.

——Why am I here.

——To save the world.

How I hope, this is really the meaning of all this.

The curtain of night slowly dissipated in my reading, thinking, production, and exercise. The sunlight once again penetrated the clouds, and the light leaking in through the gaps in the curtains seemed to open to me. I stretch my body in this bright shining, and appreciate the infinite power from the end of the pain. I want to cry, I want to scream, I want to speak my own voice to the world immediately.

I looked at the black coat hanging on the hanger. Its hem was divided and stretched left and right like wings. A crow-head-like mask was supported on the top of the hanger. The crow quark stood on the shoulder of the coat. Stare at me with those deep and shiny eyes. I tied the long knife in my hand to the waist of the coat, and then placed the crossbow, quiver, hand armor and earthy bomb at the foot of the coat.

I'm ready. I will let everyone know that the "crow" does not exist only in the world they think is illusory.

In the following day, apart from the routine physical examination, I did nothing extra. I ignored what those doctors would tell from the medical report, and didn't visit the next room. I ate three meals, got a pack of Camel cigarettes, and opened the "A Brief History of Time" that I borrowed in the library.

In the middle of the night, I put on a black coat, a crow mask, and a hand armor. I moved the hooks and back blades on the hand armor. I hung the crossbow and the earthy bomb into the hem, and fastened the long knife at my waist. , On the back of the quiver.

When I did all this~IndoMTL.com~ as if I had a heart, the door was knocked.

The shadow extending from under the door crack was a little anxious. The sneaky man was naturally Dallas.

"I'm ready." I said.

"Really? Then act quickly." Dallas whispered outside the door.

"You go first, I will follow you behind." I said, "This is safer."

Dallas didn't make a sound, and even through the door, he could feel the hesitation in his heart. But he seemed to be able to understand what I was saying, and quickly murmured in reply, "You must follow up." After that, he turned and left.

When I heard his footsteps walking down the stairs, I opened the bedroom window and looked out. Without hesitation, I jumped out of the window, turned around and shot the flying claws towards the top of the building with the help of my feet and ropes. Power climbed to the roof.

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