Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1296: Heroic Dream

The dungeon hidden deep under the wooden house is full of unpleasant things. Although the men and women detained here did not leave too many injuries on their bodies, their spirits were already riddled with holes. Compared with the remains of the corpses in the room outside, they just didn't die physically. I know very well that mental torture is more painful than *torture, and these tortured people appear in front of me, no matter which organization the culprit comes from, or whether it’s a cyber game, or whatever. What is their purpose, is it to save more people, or it is just for pleasure, or it is mental anomaly that leads to abnormal behavior, I don't think I can treat them as usual Look at that calmly.

A violent, hot emotion like magma rolled deep in my heart. It is not pure hatred and anger, nor is it a sense of confrontation that is beyond the bottom line of one's acceptance, but it also includes these negative emotions. Originally, I still viewed the attackers headed by the "talkers" from a neutral point of view, and I never thought that they would do something like this, but the situation in front of me made me feel that next time. When they meet, they will never be killed in this neutral, calm and reciprocal stance.

I have always known that many things in the mystery circle are not beautiful, or that, because of the strange and unpredictable existence of "mystery", there are countless conspiracies promoted by "sacrifice", even if they are not used. "Sacrifice", there are other ways to hurt others to the greatest extent to gain strength. But even if this kind of thing is commonplace in the mystery circle, I never think that this is the right behavior.

Mental abnormalities. Leading to behavioral abnormalities, from the root cause, may be a helpless and inevitable result. People who have been distorted because of "mystery" peep at innocent passers-by with coveted eyes. It is also inevitable. Even so, I don't think that this kind of helplessness and inevitability is correct.

When was the last time I saw such a miserable sight? When did such emotions roll in your heart? It seems to be far away, but in fact, in my memory, it is not far away at all. It is happening all the time, everything in front of me is just tearing open wounds that have not yet healed. Tell me once again, how sad and distorted the world is.

The reason why I subconsciously believe that the world without "mystery" is the real world. I will always regard "mystery" as a manifestation of viciousness, and will never reflect "mystery" in that deep memory. The reality of the hospital, and even this repeater world before the mystery spread, are regarded as extremely important things. even. In the trance, I feel that they should be "real". Probably because of the world I see. Although there are dark and tragic things in a world without "mystery", it makes me feel that it is still better than a world full of "mystery".

Yes, even in a world without "mystery", this terrible sight will definitely appear in front of you. And I can't deny that if there is an absolutely real world, there will be all kinds of darkness that make people feel angry and unfair enough to destroy common sense and moral concepts. However, I am still very much looking forward to it. The real world without "mystery" is a world full of "mystery". Let more people live happily, even if there are setbacks. It's just a setback, not too many people will suffer this kind of dark pain for some reason that has nothing to do with them.

I hope everyone can be happy, but if it really doesn’t work, I hope most people, at least the ones I love, can live in a happy and beautiful world.

Rather than being filled with this miserable situation in front of me, the doomsday is endless. I don't know when I will be tortured, tortured, sacrificed, and killed by people who have nothing to do with me.

The doomsday illusion is a world with doomsday as the theme. Every time it is born, it is only for the return of the doomsday. Even if all existence is inevitable to usher in the end, I still believe that it must be wrong to be born, develop and exist only for the "doom".

Even if this world is not a "illusion" in the complete sense, I don't think that this world is correct. Living in such a world, even if it seems to be happy for the time being, there will inevitably be a terrible fate enshrouded in it. Facts have proved that any spiritual and powerful person has never escaped such a fate. When they realize the inevitable of the end, they have fallen in the process of the end. Fighting against fate and fighting back may be the choice of the strong, but a world is not all strong, and it should not be wrong to be unable to become strong.

People, there should be more choices.

A right world should also be able to give more choices. Whether it is right or wrong for the guy who makes the choice, strong or cowardly.

Even if you become a strong one, you can't solve the doomsday destiny.

There is no way to accommodate the weak. There is only the weak in behavior, and there is no world of thoughts and pity.

Each time is just a repeat of the last tragedy, or a reincarnation of more tragedy.

These are all wrong.

"I will try to save everything." I said to the people in this dungeon. They didn’t respond, and I’m not surprised. They may not know what I’m talking about or what I want to express. Or, their hearts are already riddled with holes, and they have been unable to produce more of the help they tried to reach out. idea. They may feel desperate about everything, so their eyes are so hollow. They don't believe me and don't listen to what I say, but this shouldn't be the reason why people who are trying to save something, give up or become angry.

I want to help these tortured people in front of me, not for repaying, nor for a momentary emotional impulse. From the beginning, I didn't expect anything from them, even if it was hypocritical spiritual comfort.

I did this only because I thought it was the wrong result, and I must practice my own right.

"Connector, Anna, boy!" I yelled a few times, but there was no response. If they are still intact, they should react when I come in. The people in the cage were terribly tortured. It is difficult to recognize the difference between each person only from the appearance, because they have all become the same miserable appearance.

In the dungeon. Only my voice echoed. Someone is watching me, but. This kind of gaze has no glamour, and can hardly feel the gaze focused on the body. They seem to be looking at the space where I am, rather than me.

But, it doesn't matter.

I drew a long knife and slashed it on the cage. The thick fist looked like the iron bar supported by black iron splashing with sparks, but there was no sign of shaking, the unimaginable counter-shock force directly bounced the long knife. really. The people in this cage are probably not ordinary patients. Perhaps some of them are members of a mysterious organization, and in order to trap them, this cage must be special.

Quick-sweeping started. In an instant, I cut a hundred times, each time at the same position on the same iron bar. However, there was no ideal effect either. Although somewhat surprising, but. Thinking of the existence of powerful conscious walkers like "talkers" among those people, then this level of conscious nightmare can be achieved. It's not incredible.

However, no matter how strong it is to imprison mystery experts and prevent the erosion of "mystery", I must destroy it. Not to find a way to destroy it, but to destroy it. Otherwise, rescuing the victims of these sufferings is just a fantasy.

If the blade can't cut it, then awaken its power. It's like it's done in the past. Even if it is an uncontrollable force, it often loses its presence in the mind. Even if I have used it many times, I often can't remember it again afterwards. How did I do it at the time and when I should use it. I even wondered why such power is bestowed on myself. I have been thinking, and I am confused by the conclusions I have reached. Thinking is an instinct, but I often cannot completely believe in everything I have thought about, and I have repeatedly overturned some of the conclusions I have reached before.

I am not a conscious walker, but I have gained the power to walk consciously. And this kind of power cannot be used as freely as a real conscious walker, isn't it right?

I grabbed the big iron bar of my fist with both hands, feeling the firmness of motionlessness. I looked around at the people, and there was no expression or look on their faces, and there was no power at all. There was no power that could help me, help them themselves, and even gave up self-help. There was a voice in my heart saying to me that they are now a bunch of useless weak people. However, just because I watched them, the burning emotions in my heart seemed to burn in my blood.

The world shouldn't be like this.

People’s faces shouldn’t be so blank.

There was a voice urging me to give up, and another voice, from the silence, began to make the first voice, and then roared.

Come out! Come out to me!

The air seems to be ignited, the heat is surging, and the source of the change seems to come from my body. No, it comes from the heart!

The scene before my eyes is distorted, I don't know what I saw, and I seem to be falling again, into the deep, terrifying darkness. I saw the light spots below the abyss, which looked like a starry sky and countless eyes, and I felt that below those light spots, an indescribable existence wriggled in an indescribable way. It's like a turning over in hibernation, like a hazy before waking up, like an unconscious grin, like the sound of grinding teeth.

I can't think, but I know I must wake up. So, suddenly, I came back to my senses.

The cage in front of me is still the cage, I tore it, the extremely strong cage is creaking. The people inside have a bit of movement, and this tiny movement is not hope, but I hope they can look at my strength, in such a look, find their own body and be strong.

I feel like I'm burning, not only *, but also emotions, but also the burning of my heart. The burning filled my arms with power, and the creaking sound of the cage was like wailing.

Walk with consciousness! As if there were flashes of lightning, rushing in my nerves and in my mind.

"Twist it." I said so.

Then the cage began to twist. First, the iron bar held by the hand was stretched, and then the iron bar that was not held by the hand also deformed under the invisible force. While this force twisted the cage, it also seemed to gnaw at it. Its deep underground foundation began to loosen, and then I uprooted it from the ground.

It's not a separate cell, but the entire cage that is integrated into one body. It is twisting, being lifted, and then torn apart!

I growl, violent, vulgar, without any skill. However, if it were not for such a tear, it would not be able to restore peace in my heart.

I yelled, the greater strength made my arm almost unconscious, and then I heard a crisp sound, as if porcelain fell to the ground.

The cage that was torn apart by me, raised high, was instantly shattered, turned into countless stardust-like light, exploded around, and quickly melted into the air.

My brain~IndoMTL.com~My nerves are a little numb at this moment. I watched and started to look up at the people who looked at these stardust. Their hollow eyes seemed to have changed a little.

"Now you are free." I said.

Some people look dim again, seem to be caught by the despair in their hearts, and return to that pathetic and miserable state. But there are also a small number of people who stand up slowly, their eyes have some fluctuations, I don't know what emotions are, but it is better than not having any emotions. At the same time, I felt abnormal fluctuations. In the observation of the chain determination, from the dirty and dark corner, there were a large number of small substances moving. It looks like dust blown up by the wind, but this activity has obvious regularity and a sense of synchronization, which is definitely not a natural phenomenon.

The wind is not blowing in from the outside, but the air flow induced by the collective activity of these dust-like fine materials. At first it was a little soothing, but after a breath, it turned into a violent wind. Everyone couldn't help but raise their hands to block this trend. Although the situation was abnormal, my instinct did not return danger.

The dust gathered together and turned into ashes, and the ashes gathered together and piled up in human form.

I know, I found the right place. (To be continued)