Doomsday Wonderland: Nine hundred and forty-three

"It's different from the past... Now you evolvers who have opened up their consciousness," the Great Witch Goddess looked at the male evolvers in front of her indifferently, and said softly: "Your understanding of consciousness is appallingly poor. ."

Bohemia nodded obediently, then remembered and asked: "Huh? What do you mean?"

The dark-skinned strange man frowned, confused and unhappy because of the great witch's words - he couldn't see the two people in the consciousness starry sky, his eyes turned around without focus, and asked : "You are quite loud. Why did you contact me? Who are you? How did you prevent me from seeing you?"

"The evolvers who built this concrete hall are all people of my generation. After so many years, not many of them have survived," the great witch looked around at the village simulated with her consciousness and said lowly Sighing: "So even the use of the Concrete Museum has been lost a lot... You just use it as a way to connect with a certain apocalyptic world, which is really overkill."

Bohemia and the man were both curious. The man hesitated for a moment and replied: "I was randomly transported to this world. I just found out that it also has a branch library in your place...Does the Concrete Library have other functions?"

Many years ago, I don’t know who discovered this rule: when in a concrete world, evolvers can get in touch with people in the simulated, real doomsday world. From a certain perspective, it is like the reality and reflection at both ends of a mirror - of course, the contact partner must also be an evolved person with consciousness.

"Of course. If you follow my words, your understanding of consciousness will rise to a higher level. I have said before that the starry sky of consciousness is like the World Wide Web. Each of us who has developed consciousness Evolvers are all computers, connected through the starry sky of consciousness." After the great witch said this, she looked back at the direction they came from - behind the hills and woods, there was still the calm sunshine of the morning.

Bohemia also glanced subconsciously. Just as he was about to look back, he paused and slowly frowned. There was something about the way the sun shone in the air that felt wrong to her.

"The Concrete Pavilion allows us to contact evolvers who are in a specific world but are not 'online'." The great witch smiled slightly and slowly stretched out her hand towards the man in front of her. "You all know this...but it can connect us to more than just one person."

The dark-skinned man was suddenly startled and staggered back two steps: "What? What was it just now?"

One of the white and slender palms of the great witch seemed to have reached to his chest, but he didn't notice it at all. She glanced around: "I just - I seemed to feel something -"

"That's me," her voice was clear and steady, forming an irresistible command: "Next, you must follow the instructions I gave you and complete everything I need you to do."

The man nodded hesitantly and turned his eyes twice. He felt the presence of the great witch's palm, but he couldn't believe it - theoretically, they should only be able to see the images transformed by each other's consciousness; after all, one was in the starry sky of consciousness, and the other was in the starry sky of consciousness. In a real apocalyptic world.

Bohemia looked at the two of them quickly, then looked back into the distance again. The sun cast a circle of light in the air, and dots of golden light shone from the edge of the hillside; she stared at the patch of sunshine for a while, and suddenly her expression became serious: "That, that--"

"I know."

The great witch interrupted her without looking back, "Stand beside me. When I ask you to run, you'd better rush out of this branch in one breath. Do you understand?"

Before she finished her sentence, Bohemia had already seen clearly what was shining in the air in the distance; it was not sunlight, but a swarm of stars rushing towards her from far to near. Her heartbeat almost stopped - there were so many stars in that patch of stars that she couldn't even estimate how many people there were. There was only a large dazzling starlight of various colors in her eyes, looking up from the sky like the Northern Lights. They came rushing in.

"There are too many people!" Bohemia couldn't help shouting, "What are you going to do? Can you stop so many people?"

"Here's a reminder, kid, I don't like people questioning me."

The great miko stood upright on the cobblestone path, seemingly unaware of the starlight coming at high speed behind her. One of her hands was still pressed in front of her, and the large skirt that hung down from her waist was gently fluttered by the wind that should not have existed. Just when Bohemia was beating her heart and was about to turn around and run away immediately when the opportunity came her way, the starlight had already hit her face, shaking her so much that she had to squint her eyes.

"The Internet can not only connect us," the great witch's light blond hair was dazzled by the starlight behind her, giving it a dreamlike halo, "it can also transmit data."

Before Bohemia could understand what she meant, she was shocked by the word "Run!" and she suddenly came back to her senses. Not daring to delay, she suddenly turned into a star and jumped into the distance ~IndoMTL.com~ and rushed towards the direction of the exit; while she was running like the wind, she took the time to glance back quickly.

"'Circulating currency is the glue'... The name of this apocalyptic world is really long, isn't it?"

As the great witch waved her hand gently, almost arrogantly, something suddenly popped out from the circle of water ripples she opened - it was difficult to explain what it was because it was invisible. Color, just like a stream of air, rushed from the real apocalyptic world into the starry sky of consciousness. The stars that were chasing the great witch were the first to be caught up in it, and they were all caught up in it. Amidst the shouts of exclamation, those stars turned into human shapes and scattered in all directions over the small village.

It is indeed "splattered". No human body is still complete, and no limbs, trunk or head can be distinguished; whether it is a human body or a house, everything that is impacted by that "air flow" is all torn apart - from one body to another. At first, large pieces of severed limbs and heads gradually split into fist-sized pieces; however, this explosive dispersion seemed to have no end. When Bohemia looked back for the third time, he found that those evolvers were still there. Continue to split into smaller pieces, although they are still desperately trying their best to gather their consciousness.

Honestly, she couldn't tell at all that those tiny glittering flakes were still in human form just now. There is no doubt that those evolvers are still alive, but their consciousness was suddenly dispersed into countless fragments, which is equivalent to being completely broken up by someone...

Bohemia stopped suddenly and looked back at the fragments of consciousness in the air.

If she could take the opportunity to absorb some consciousness...

It’s been a long time since I posted a thank you list. I’ll go to bed today and add it when I get up tomorrow morning