Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1005: Death fight delusion

Jiang Chuan sits quietly on the side of the bed, his raised waist is as straight as a javelin, and only soldiers have such strict requirements for their sitting posture in normal times. It is also possible that these things have been born since their birth. Written in her genes. Although the perfect fighter plan of the Mercenary Association was heard from Jiang Chuan for the first time, similar cyborg weapon plans are not so uncommon. In the last doomsday fantasy, the cyberball possessed Dorothy, and the Doomsday Shinrikyo It has the final weapon series. In this world, the Dorothy project of the cyber ball should be still in progress, and its source should be similar to the last doomsday illusion. It refers to the final weapon of the Doomsday Shinrikyo, so suppose, maybe hire The perfect fighter plan of the Bing Association also has similar roots. It's just that the cyberball is closer to success. The Dorothy I have seen is only weaker than Mae and Tomie, and even the mystery of her own is similar to "Jiang".

Although humanoids like Jiang Chuan are the failures of the research project, from her tone, it seems that the Mercenary Association did not ultimately create a stronger experimental body than theirs, only by reducing the difficulty of manufacturing. , To achieve a weaker but more stable man-made in mass production.

Although Jiang Chuan No. 004 is flawed, it is precisely because the conditions for her birth are perfect and harsh in theory. It is only because the actual conditions cannot reach the theoretical conditions and cannot reach the expected level, so probably the Mercenary Association is still right She has certain expectations for this batch of experimental subjects. According to Jiang Chuan, the top ten experimental subjects, including her, have mixed into the artificial people dispatched to this base, but not all of them serve as "secretaries." As for where the other four are at this time. Jiang Chuan himself did not know what kind of work he was doing.

However, the numbers are still very clear, namely: 002, 004, 006, 009 and 010. Jiang Chuan's number is higher, but it does not mean that she is stronger than the other four. only. If you can develop the mystery of your own essence through Zuojiang's delusional experience, you should be closer to the standards of the "perfect warrior" in the eyes of the Mercenary Association than others. Of course, I don’t think Jiangchuan at that time can be compared with the special number in the final weapon series, or even. Compared to Dorothy, it will be weaker on the front line. After all, the "perfect warrior" of the Mercenary Association has gone for the purpose of "mass manufacturing" from the beginning. . It should be impossible to reach the height of Dorothy, and the level of influence of the Mercenary Association.

At the time of the Nazi invasion, I even feel that the Mercenary Association’s perfect fighter plan is not the Dorothy plan for cyberballs, nor the final weapon series for Doomsday Shinrikyo. It is aimed at Nazi soldiers-that is, the Mercenary Association may be a mysterious organization that exists against the Nazis.

However, regardless of Jiang Chuan's future growth, she must first experience the delusion, and Zuo Jiang's delusion experience is not without danger. Although in the past, Zuojiang always used this mystery as an auxiliary ability, it is probably because the "virus" has become more active. Now Zuojiang has changed, and the strength and scope of application have also been upgraded accordingly. .

I watched the motionless Jiangchuan. At this moment, she breathed smoothly, as if she was in a dream, but judging from the details of her expressions and movements, it seemed that she had not encountered danger yet. I don't know what the delusion in Jiang Chuan's heart will be. It's just that Zuo Jiang's previous statement made me not optimistic about her experience, as if I was confirming my worries. Suddenly, Jiang Chuan's body began to tremble, and his breathing became heavy.

"Is she in trouble?" I looked at Zuo Jiang and asked.

"Who knows, although I caused her to fall into delusions, I don't have the ability to observe other people's delusions." Zuo Jiang smiled softly, "I don't know what she is thinking about, but I can I feel that her delusion is not something upright, and in terms of intensity, it is not something anyone can bear."

"The delusion is usually a good thing that is difficult to obtain for myself?" I was a little puzzled, because Zuo Jiang's description of Jiang Chuan's delusion was somewhat unexpected.

"Yes, normal people usually want to make themselves happy and beautiful, but they can't get things." Zuo Jiang nodded calmly, "But, Jiang Chuan is not a normal person. He can give everything he has without hesitation. Yugang’s recent acquaintance with others, such a strong and unwavering desire to give, is not something normal people would have. Just because her thoughts are different from ordinary people, the delusions she produces will also be different from ordinary people."

While talking like this, Jiang Chuan's state once again declined, and suddenly he reached an extremely bad situation, which was as sharp as falling directly from a high altitude. She seemed to be out of breath, and her body was trembling constantly, as if she was suffering from unspeakable pain. Even so, she could not wake up from the delusion. Instead, her body and face appeared in a slight cracking sound. A crack—not the skin cracking, but the whole person is like a hard statue, making a clicking sound, seeming to disintegrate at any time. In the cracks on her body, there was no trace of flesh and blood, only a deep and dark emptiness.

Zuo Jiang said that delusional experience may cause mental breakdown. Jiang Chuan's state seems to be supporting this. From the "reality" level, the foundation of this world is the personality and spiritual consciousness of patients with doomsday syndrome. Therefore, when Jiang Chuan's personality and spirit have problems, it is also conceivable to feed back to the seemingly material body.

"It's dangerous." You don't need intuition, just from the naked eye, you can feel that Jiangchuan is collapsing. Although I have only just met, since Jiang Chuan followed me with his own will, I don't think I have any reason to sit idly by. Although I didn't say what to do, Zuo Jiang should understand what I meant. She didn't stop, but said to me: "A Chuan, once you enter her delusion, the mystery you have will be suppressed." I’m not surprised at all about this. It’s not strange at all that one's own abilities are inhibited when they are active in the conscious world of other people, let alone. My superpowers were developed forcibly by using the power of magic lines. In a sense, they were not even derived from my own essential power.

"You are by my side, aren't you?" I stared at Zuojiang seriously. "As long as your power is with me forever, I am not afraid of any danger."

"Yes, I'm by your side, so don't be afraid." Zuo Jiang kissed my forehead lightly, "No matter when and where. I am watching you, my Achuan."

I turned around and grabbed Jiang Chuan's shoulders. She seemed to perceive something subconsciously, her face turned up slightly to meet my gaze.

My figure is reflected in her pupils, from the reflected eyes. I can see her eyes again...I pushed open the door of the soul hidden in the eyes, step by step into the depths of Jiangchuan's consciousness. When everything I could feel was no longer the shadow of everything in the room, I suddenly found myself standing in a huge attic. Countless doors make up the floor, walls, and ceiling. The styles of these doors are all Very common, but with different colors.

The doors that should have been colorful. But it is being eroded by two colors at a speed visible to the naked eye, one is deep red and the other is black. The eroded door loses its original color, and even the texture exudes a decadent aura. There was a vague voice coming from the Crimson Gate and the Dark Gate, noisy and misty, and could not be heard at all, and it seemed to be chewing something, sighing contentedly, accompanied by the spread of the two colors. The weirdness of the sound and the video became more and more intense.

I moved my body a bit, and it felt no different from the body in the normal world. The basic quality of this body is much stronger than the body in the last doomsday illusion. After all, it was born in the lab of cyberball. All levels are far beyond the ordinary graystone enhancer, the magic pattern is still on the inside of the wrist, but the sense of superpower has disappeared, as if the three prismatic patterns are just ordinary tattoos. The linkage determination is more comfortable than the application under normal conditions, and there is no mental fatigue to maintain the non-dead-angle observation field with a range of 50 meters for a long time.

I have no dissatisfaction with the current situation. I am not a person who has awakened superpowers from the beginning. In the past apocalyptic illusions, relying only on physical fitness, chain judgment and weapons to fight has long been a thing of habit. Those skills that have long been integrated into instinct are impossible to forget. Even in "reality", when I lost all supernormal power and disabled my feet, I never lost the power to fight.

Compared to the worst times in the past, I feel satisfied to be in this state.

For the first time fighting after invading the consciousness of others. Before I start the operation, I once again organize the weapons I carry-a red combat windbreaker, no mask, a revolver, a pair of arm armors equipped with movable blades, a set of portable hooks-all of which I am most familiar with Battle configuration. I subconsciously searched for the quark, and when I turned my head, I found it was standing on my left shoulder and separated from its feathers.

"Go, Quark." I said to it, lifting the door in front of my feet and jumping down.

The feeling of landing was short-lived. After the darkness within the gate swallowed the vision, the light squeezed into the world again. At the same time, the touch of the ground came from the soles of the feet. I looked around the surrounding environment, and the chain judged that I could not reach the normal observation range, and I was detained in this room of only 100 square meters in size. There is no window in the room. There is only a door on the front, back, left, right, ceiling and floor. The type of door is no different from those previously seen in the attic, but it is not stained with crimson or black. The light flowing on the door seems to be the light source of this room. The texture of the room is like some kind of silver metal, very smooth, you can see the fuzzy figure of itself in the reflection. In addition, there are no furnishings in the room, more like a cage made of metal.

I suddenly felt someone behind me. Turning my head, I found that someone was standing there for unknown time. However, before I turned back, there was nothing there. In the chain judgment, this person also suddenly Squeezed into the field of vision. I looked at him, and he looked at me, as if he saw himself in the mirror—yes, this man looks exactly like me, and his attire is not any different. The only difference is his shoulders. There are no quarks on it.

He seems to be a little dazed, not as calm as I am. To me, there is nothing surprising about the situation in front of me. In all kinds of mysteries, there is exactly the same thing as himself. It doesn't appear special at all. In all kinds of imaginative cognition, there are a lot of inferences about the current situation. If it is a scene that needs to fight, then it is probably "fighting with yourself". soon. I guessed where this "self" came from-on the wall behind him, the vague shadow that should have disappeared completely.

"Chatting with the full copy of the mirror? Or fighting?" I said to him.

The blankness on his face quickly retreated, his expression and the subtle movements of his body adjusted to be exactly the same as mine in an instant.

"To defeat you is to defeat yourself." He said to me in the same calm tone.

It's so boring, so mysterious. It can't arouse my curiosity at all. If this is the world that Jiang Chuan's delusion has turned into, then I probably know what Jiang Chuan's delusion is.

A deathmatch cage that constantly mirrors itself? Constantly surpass yourself? I couldn't help but think, Jiang Chuan once said. No matter what, he had already adjusted to his limit. Although he could not reach the expectation of a perfect fighter in the end, it was only because, under the conditions at the time, he couldn't do better. Mystery cannot be "made". In the absence of "mystery", technical modulation, first of all, is at the limit of technology, theory, and tools, so that the final result is still quite far from the theoretical level. Therefore, although in theory, these humanoids like Jiangchuan still have the possibility of progress, they have actually reached the limit of what is actually possible, and there can be no further progress.

"So, constantly surpassing oneself. Does it become the biggest and deepest delusion?" I said to my copy, but he obviously couldn't understand it. As a result, I once again had a further judgment on this self-mirror. In the best case, this clone only possesses the combat abilities that I possess. There is probably no memory other than the battle. And the agility of life that he embodies at this time is probably just an illusion, and its essence is similar to a procedural reaction.

Jiang Chuan's delusion is these doors and rooms, not the mirrors themselves, but the function of these doors and rooms is to provide an endless stream of mirrors of themselves as opponents. By defeating these duplicates, from a certain perspective, it means defeating oneself and surpassing oneself. Then, the new self will face the challenge of the new duplicates at the same level—the sum of these rooms is probably endless. of.

So, is Jiang Chuan trapped in the Shura **** created by his delusion? While my thoughts were turning, the replica quickly drew its gun and shot, and was dodged by me at the very moment of my death. In a short distance, bullets with only a straight line of attack power are too easy to dodge. With the assistance of chain determination, it is not a problem at all to easily calculate the trajectory of the bullet. The empty bullets began to bounce, and the replicas kept firing. After a round of bullets emptied, the trajectory formed was like a giant net, which was once my mastery.

If the physical fitness is still the same as in the past apocalyptic fantasy, it will be a little troublesome to face such a situation, but the current body, facing this dead-end shooting, even if it does not dodge, there is no problem. I moved my steps, the sharp blades of my arms popped out, and after all the changes in the trajectory were penetrated, they all intercepted them. In the process, the clone had already shot out the hook, and then ran around me.

Shooting down bullets, avoiding the ridden hooks, these are things that confuse me, the real murderous intent is still the sharp blade on the replica's arms. Even if you have a vision without blind spots for interlocking judgments, some blind spots are still unavoidable. They are movable blind spots that are determined by the inherent structure of the human body. For example, it is impossible for a person to twist the joints and still exert force in order to avoid injury. When it comes to the joints, you have to make extra movements, and extra movements mean more reaction time and more flaws. Attacks that penetrate from these hard-to-treat blind spots are like poisonous snakes, swift and deadly.

As I thought, this copy of the attack method I possess is extremely proficient. However, precisely because I predict his actions based on my own understanding, his thoughts and actions are also transparent to me. It’s still a close quarter, my double-edged and his double-edged parry together, and then pull apart, collide again, and so on, sparks splashing frequently in the confrontation, I keep walking, he keeps walking, I use Kick, he also kicked, when entangled, between defense and counterattack, there is no time to use other weapons.

The key to this kind of battle is whether you have a deep enough understanding of yourself. If you want to defeat the opponent, you must do something beyond this depth of understanding. Is this a kind of self-transcendence? I think that this level is sufficient if it is just a delusion, but if it is to trigger mystery, "behavior that you cannot understand" is not enough.

I tested the limits of the duplicates, and within ten seconds of the fight, neither I nor the duplicates could cause substantial harm to each other. It may be normal for the clone, but for me, this level of fighting is just a warm-up.

Staggering past the copy again, my sharp blade brushed his cheek, and his sharp blade brushed my waist. So, the backhand attacked again, and once again retreated with the force of the impact. My choice and the copy were the same. After ten seconds of confrontation, I re-adjusted my state, and the clanging metal interlaced sound echoed empty in the room. We stared at each other, with the same calm eyes, looking for each other's flaws.

Then I said to him: "Such a boring battle should be over."

He also said to me: "This boring fight should be over."

I pulled out the revolver abruptly, and he rushed up when I touched my waist, but instead of shooting, I slammed the revolver at him, forcing him to raise his arm to block the projectile. However, this has no effect on his speed. He still has one hand to attack, and I only have one hand to defend. However, when his blade collided with mine again, from under his feet What suddenly flew out of the shadow under my feet, unfolded at a speed that neither he nor I could react, and swallowed him in one bite.

The chain decision can clearly see what it is—the shadow cloak of the quark incarnation, but, just as I can’t dodge in the same state, it’s impossible for him to dodge this long-later attack. The decisive difference between me and him is that quark itself is a kind of mystery, and it is impossible to be copied by this delusional world.

Like me at this time, a copy that doesn't even possess mystery has no ability to resist in the face of the mystery of quark. Just being wrapped in the cloak of shadow was enough to imprison all his actions. I stabbed the sharp blade in, and after the touch of cutting flesh came, the cloak of shadow fell lightly on the ground~IndoMTL.com~ I picked up the cloak and put it on On my own body, once again observe the surrounding scenes. The mirror image that was killed by me no longer exists on the wall that reflects him. However, the mirror image on the other three walls, the ceiling and the floor, give people a look of eagerness, as if staying for a while, they It will jump out and extend the battlefield until all the mirror images are eliminated.

If my guess is correct, then, if I can’t solve the first copy in a short time, then the copies that appear one after another will put myself under siege. And being in this Jiangchuan looking towards the world, he must be under the same pressure. I tried to open the door under my feet, and it could be opened easily. This proved that it is feasible to escape in battle, and the opposite of the door should be the same room. However, the delusional world formed by the power of "Jiang" should not be so simple. The erosion of crimson and black may represent two different challenges and failures-escape and death.

Crimson and black are not good things. Just by witnessing them, you can feel their deep ignorance. Still being eroded by these two colors by the door, it can't be a good thing. This means that escape and death will eventually have to pay a price. What this price is, I hope Jiangchuan still doesn't know. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote recommended votes, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please go to read.)