Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 2059: Second of God II
The unreasonable thing that is affecting the file, but it's not the unreasonable thing I've seen in the past.
If it's not "Jiang" or "virus", it can only be a third party. As for the things that can become a third party, in my cognition and feelings, only the "results" that the torchlight deviating ceremony will bring. Although the deviance ritual has not been completed, the influence has already occurred. Taking the ritual performers as an example, it is impossible to deny that the ritual observers who file the file will not be affected at all, even if the mysterious experts who were killed before her did not show Out of this anomaly.
As a messenger of the magic pattern, the file is also affected by the deviant ritual. Combining two conceivable factors, I can only think that the "results" that the deviant ritual will bring are in an inexplicable way. The way, through the Mageweave messenger file has a greater impact, and this impact may be caused by the initiative of the "result", or it may be the depth of consciousness that the file is currently in and the mental state she exhibits. Caused.
To describe it in a mystical way, it might be: The file completes a small ritual when the conditions are available and unconsciously. Based on the magic pattern, it uses its own subconscious to connect to the human collective subconscious and use this as a channel. Hooked up with a certain mystery that was not here, now and here, and gained power far beyond her own. In the occult, this kind of performance has a formal name: surrendering.
This so-called "god" is likely to be brought about by the deviant ritual, which makes people feel the horror even if they don't see it with their own eyes.
I think so, I can gradually hear a harsh and psychedelic voice:
——O……
Sharp music, noisy noises, unclear chaos, all unpleasant things are mixed together, but it seems to foreshadow a kind of greatness that transcends materiality and spirituality. That is the core of chaos, the source of disorder, a certain existence beyond rationality and sensibility, and a phenomenon that appears relative to the "order" in personal cognition, but this way of existence is macroscopically and the world It is not out of place, but when it comes, the world will become another appearance that no one can imagine, and it is impossible to recognize this appearance in advance to make targeted defenses, and it is impossible to adapt after changes. It is unimaginable, extremely crazy and chaotic changes, and there is no soil where any known laws exist.
There are too many things that cannot be described in words in my mind, and I cannot even call it a phenomenon. It is unbearably great. The information sent from somewhere far and unknown is just an attempt Listening almost exploded my intellect. But I can’t prevent myself from hearing these auditory hallucinations, nor can I prevent myself from accepting this information. From this irresistible situation, I feel my own openness-yes, as a person, or As an inhuman and self-recognized as an "individual existence," you are not closed. There is constant exchange of information from the depths of oneself with information from the outside world, and the depth, breadth and intensity of this information make people have to Doubt, what the so-called "individual" and "self" are, makes people suspect that the so-called "self" is just an illusion, and that one's own confirmation is only an illusion.
——"I" does not exist.
——The world in the eyes of "I" also does not exist.
——All tangible things and intangible meanings also don’t exist.
——All seemingly orderly movements are in the infinitely expanding unknown, but an incalculable chaos, and this chaotic scene is the source of everything.
It's terrible and crazy. Such an understanding has no meaning to "individual" and "collective", to "philosophy" and "mystery", and to all sports. On the other hand, it is a meaningless existence in itself. However, this meaningless existence does convey its influence through secret channels. I feel that I am falling into this huge and chaotic vortex. My cognition of myself, my understanding and thinking of the world, and even all the material and non-material movements that constitute myself, are being taken by this macro and huge, The existence greater than the great melts and becomes a part of it. No, I am already part of it.
"No, no..." I want to resist, but in the face of such a large, deep and chaotic existence, the resistance has also become a cycle of it. Obviously the file humanoid is standing in front of me, my eyes can see how she is, but my perception is eroding this observation, allowing me to see the connection within this humanoid, traveling through time and space, reaching the other side. thing. The huge drill in this humanoid's hand looks like a weapon and a threat, but that's just a trick to deceive people. When the file becomes this look, it has already become an empty shell and a port, which really makes me feel The horror and struggle are another kind of unnamed existence that I have never seen before. Even this thing brings more fear than the natural fear caused by "virus" and "Jiang".
I can’t describe, I can’t speak, I’m melting.
I don’t think I’m going to die, because the concept of “death” in such a chaotic and all-encompassing existence is nothing but a superficial appearance, but when even “death” becomes meaningless, “life "It's also becoming meaningless.
The drill bit in the filer humanoid's hand is spinning rapidly, growing in front of my eyes. When she jumped up, the drill bit was already as huge as a skyscraper. With a huge drill bit pressed down from above, the invisible and boundless darkness and the tangible and bounded earth that I could observe began to twist and spin, and everything that seemed hard was like soft mud poured with water, and countless imaginations The abnormal behaviors that Zhonghe had never thought of were all present in this water-filled soft mud, turning into an endless army that rushed towards me. This is no longer something a person can do in the depths of one's own consciousness. From the past to the present, there has never been a conscious walker who can do it.
The power displayed by the file humanoid at this moment shouldn't be something that a human individual can do. When she did, she was no longer her, but it.
The huge vortex caused by the huge drill bit will shatter everything, smash it, mix it up, and become something meaningless and shapeless. This process unfolded in front of my eyes, making it clear to me, but I couldn't move. Because the things that are constantly being poured into my thinking are causing my instinct, sensibility, and reason to collapse quickly, and I can only feel this collapse and can't do anything.
I realized that the factors that dominate all my behavior will collapse at the next point in time. The end of the collapse is not death, but a trivial part of the great chaos. And I couldn't even make a whine.
My thinking is still swelling, my information beyond the body is constantly radiating outwards, and the information that constitutes myself is constantly blending into new information, becoming new things that have never been seen before. My "human form" is losing details and contours, as if it is made up of countless worms. No, it is myself that is being broken down into countless worms. While self-defeating, it is also wriggling in a new form.
Neither "perversion" nor "deformation" can describe the changes in myself that I can feel. Even so, I still don’t want to give up. Miraculously, there are thoughts of "giving up" and "persistent" in my will. Even under such a will, I am still trying to adapt to this change. There is no hope, but what am I still counting on——
"Jiang!" I called out the name with my cognition that had not yet collapsed.
In the next moment, I felt something inside of me exposed, or, in other words, broke through. My observation of myself is no longer a human form. My thinking is chaotic and vague, and it is almost impossible to construct a piece of logic. However, I still observe from a wonderful perspective that the inner "self" of the human form is torn apart, and there is an equally incapable one. Only scaly claws emerged from the name-like object, and a huge eyeball opened in this indescribable object, as if scarlet blood and tears were shed. The blood fills the contour of "I", which is no longer a human form, from the inside, penetrates every minute structure, exerts unimaginable force, and reshapes my original form.
But, it's just the body, everything inside me has been completely replaced by these scarlet things. I suddenly realized that the "self" that I can feel and determine has become an empty shell with imaginary marks, just like the figure of a file above.
The battle that is happening in the depths of this consciousness is no longer a battle between me and the file, but a conflict between another indescribable thing. What's more frightening is that this kind of conflict is not what they want to do, but only when they exist, they will inevitably affect each other. As for me and the file, they are just products that are casually produced in this kind of storm that looks like a storm to ourselves, but has no meaning on these indescribable things.
Before I was crushed by the huge drill that fell, the dark background that I had observed was already shattered. When I realized my existence again, I had returned to the underground hall. Everything in front of me seemed to be the moment before I started to walk in consciousness. All the sights I had recognized had been frozen. However, I knew very well that no matter whether it was me or the file, it had already happened irretrievably and completely. The inner changes that are out of control and chaotic.
I felt nauseous, as if I had been squeezed into an extremely narrow space where I could not stretch my limbs. I was forced to curl up, and all my facial features were blocked. However, from a human perspective, I can still see with my eyes, smell with my nose, taste with my tongue, listen with my ears, feel with my skin, understand and imagine with my mind, and discern with my heart, as if everything is still no different from the past. Only the narrow and squeezed feeling reverberates in the senses every moment, and the cage that squeezes me is an invisible phantom, which can only be felt but cannot be touched.
For a long time, I couldn't get rid of the terrible sights, feelings, thoughts, and imaginations before. I couldn't even think about whether I was myself or not, and what the so-called "self" was. The only criterion for me to measure my existence is no longer any kind of philosophical thinking, but my recognition of the name "Gaochuan" and the responsibilities attached to it. "Gaochuan" is my past, my present, and my future. I deeply feel that if I can't hold on to this point, then the meaning of self-existence will lose its footing, and my knowledge of myself will also be lost. No longer exists, although it does not mean death, but in a sense that I can understand, it is not much different from death.
I feel like a broken porcelain, forcibly pieced together, stitched from the inside, forcibly squeezed or pulled out of shape. My fragility can no longer be measured by will or physical frailty, but this fragility is extremely real to me.
Unexpectedly, it would turn out to be this way. I could not foresee this situation, but did "Jiang" and "virus" anticipate it? I think the "third party" who has stepped into this doomsday illusion is something that "virus" and "Jiang" can't know? I don’t know, but judging from what has happened, the impact is there, and it’s so profound. It proves in an indisputable way that my judgment of the Torchlight’s deviation ritual is correct-this The result of the ceremony is definitely not a good result.
The file is right in front of me. However, I can't feel her existence anymore~ IndoMTL.com~ Even if her body is still intact, she still has all the life characteristics including breathing and heartbeat, but, This biological proof of alive can no longer be a proof that the file is alive. Compared to Billy's death, the death of the file is more terrible.
Although the file looks like so-called vegetative people at this time, and it seems to be similar to those people whose consciousness is destroyed by the impact of the repeater collision, but I know that the file situation is more serious than those two. , More irretrievable than any kind of death I know. I tried to kill her before, just to prevent her from becoming a sacrifice to the ceremony, at least not to become an unplanned and irreparable death. However, I failed.
This is a complete failure.
The file still became the sacrifice of the deviant ritual. I don't know if her plan is really successful, whether there is another chance for her to resurrect in form.
Furthermore, I am pretty sure that the mutation that happened to the file is not over yet. That kind of super-scale, unimaginable, unspeakable mystery, cold weirdness that can only be described by greatness, and its impact on the file will definitely not be limited to the level of consciousness. Even now that the chaos inside the file is completely melted, that terrible influence will still radiate outward with the shape of the file as its port.
And I'm not sure how to end this radiation-completely erasing the material form of the file is not something I can do, but it is only biologically killing her, and it is absolutely impossible to end this everything.
The progress of the deviance ritual will be greatly improved by the sacrifice of the file.
"This is really troublesome." I think, for the current plan, only "Jiang" or "virus" can solve it. However, I can no longer feel the existence of "Jiang", as if it has sunk into the bottom of the abyss again.