Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1190: Level 4 Mageweave Messenger

Under the gloomy sky, the black and white line-structured world moves in an indescribable complex interaction. !. The original solid and stable things in the naked eye are full of instability in the horizon, as if as long as a huge force is applied to one point, everything around it will also produce chain changes, and then collapse like a domino. But, I know, this is just an illusion. These seemingly fragile and loose scenery, the interactive movement of radiation diffusion, because it is too complicated, while affecting the surroundings, it is also affected by the surroundings. It is definitely not what I imagined. I just want to impose a certain degree on a certain part. Power can be broken--or, even if it can be done, the force to be applied is definitely not the strength of self-righteousness, but is much stronger, and how much stronger is not my brain can calculate .

In the final analysis, all of what I have seen is still not the essence of things, but the result of overclocking the ability of the chain to determine the human body's susceptibility. This black and white line-structured world does not exist anywhere except in my brain. It is very intuitive and can be understood by the brain and instinct, rather than explained by knowledge, but because of this, change If you are other people, the scene you see is by no means the current one.

I have always believed that people cannot understand the essence of things because they are limited by their own existence, as are thoughts that seem to be infinitely elevated. Limited and narrow-minded people cannot understand the truth that is limited but must be broad. Therefore, if you pursue the truth, you will inevitably see a deep despair and incomprehensibility at the end. Therefore, when people try to perceive the essence of things in an intuitive way, what they see is just a distorted illusion-it seems correct, but it is limited and moreover. This limitation lies in the person himself, so it is actually not correct.

What I see is a scene based on my knowledge of the world. Although I am walking in mystery, I have been nurtured by science, in my cognition. After observing the appearance of things, it has become instinct to first use known scientific theories to outline a rough outline. The black and white world composed of lines and dots, and the seemingly loose but extremely complex and firm mutual movements are my brain and instinct, the intuitive perception of this world. It can be explained by microscopic science, it can also be explained by dimensionality theory, and even conforms to superstring theory and quantum theory, but even so. It still isn't what it looks like.

Perhaps, it should be said that it is precisely because I have understood microscience, dimensionality theory, superstring theory and quantum theory that linkage determination constitutes such a scene in the brain. I once thought that such observations would help me fundamentally. To analyze the doomsday illusion, for example, you can use the "energy string" method. Integrate material and non-material, unify consciousness and material, and build a model that penetrates the **** and consciousness of patients with doomsday syndrome, as well as the reality of the hospital and the illusion of doomsday. In this way, the "virus" can be included in this model. middle. For further analysis. Starting from this idea, the most useful power is definitely not the magic pattern super power that can only take effect in the doomsday illusion, but the "chain judgment" that can only exist as the limit of the human body. I know very well that the chain decision is in use. How much pressure is on oneself, compared with the quick sweep that can be accelerated without even noticing the consumption, using chain judgment is simply a loss-making behavior. However, I also once assumed that if I could resist the pressure of chain judgment overclocking and perform unlimited overclocking through some method, then what kind of situation would it be like? Maybe you can see the "truth" in all kinds of literary works. , There are fragments of this hypothesis.

However, I have come to my senses. Such assumptions are nothing more than delusions. People have limits, and I am not a superman, just an ordinary top student. I also have a limit, and when I die, it has been proven that it is my limit. The chain judgment seems to be theoretically infinite, but because of its appearance in a human being, it has become practically limited. The limited me can never see the "truth". Even if it is not "truth" but "virus", I cannot actually touch its truth because of my limitations.

"Virus" is something beyond the limits of human existence. Therefore, all kinds of observation and cognitive abilities based on human beings cannot observe and recognize it. Although humans learn to make tools, the intelligence gathered by tools is ultimately parsed by humans, and the results are still subject to human limits. Moreover, the tools that humans can observe, recognize, and use are actually limited. The existence of oneself cannot be strengthened endlessly, and this limit is also restricted by the person himself.

People cannot really observe, recognize and understand the "virus". If they observe, recognize and understand something, then the observation, cognition, and understanding must also be incorrect, because the "virus" Existence exceeds human existence. Refer to this premise, which is also the most important premise. Naturally, it is impossible to really capture the existence of "virus" in the chain judgment I used, and it is even impossible to observe the reality of "doomsday illusion" based on "virus". Nature. Everything I saw may not be completely wrong, but it must be incorrect. It is the illusion that is produced when the unrecognizable existence is forcibly recognized.

But, even so, the black and white line composition scene that appeared in my mind is just an illusion scene, and its existence also has a powerful influence on the things inside the doomsday illusion.

In the observation field of vision, the appearance of the black smoke face is blurred, and the state of particle level movement is magnified. What I am facing is no longer the black smoke presented in the overall outline of "face-like smoke". The face is a cluster of dense particles like an electron cloud. These particles continue to disappear and reappear, and their moving trajectory does not have the classic linearity at all, which truly interprets the concept of "teleport". It is also like waves, countless particle motions, creating a strong sense of hierarchy in the overall movement, and pushing it toward me layer by layer.

Its speed may seem slow, but in fact it has a constant reference. To put it simply, it seems to maintain a sense of speed of ten meters per second in any environment and with any object as a reference-yes, it's just a feeling. I believe that as long as people see it, they will definitely have this value directly in their minds.

The black smoky face is made up of countless "movements", and this "movement" has already embodied mystery, which in turn makes its existence full of mystery. But even if the vision in my mind is so miraculous. I still can't forget the sadness, pain and fear on the surface, as if all the negative emotions are condensed on the face. It is mysterious and miserable. Its birth is like deducing what misery is.

So, I am here. When I didn't actually need to do anything, I overclocked the chain judgment again. I am not a hero, and I cannot be a hero. I also know that even if this smoky face is ended here, it must not be an end. Maybe, the appearance of the smoky face this time. It was just a test, and my shot. Will also become one of the test data. However, the blood in the body was rushing, and a powerful emotion made me unable to stop this idea.

I want to crush this sad thing, kill it, and let it end. Kill. Not for heroic salvation, but just to declare an end to pain.

I am not a hero at all, just a clown, but that’s okay, I admit that I am. Even the harlequin. There must be a harlequin to do things that can only be done.

"Gaochuan annihilate the cannon, fire it!" I stood at the core of the artillery array, under the double pressure of chain determination and control armor, staring at the rolling black smoke face without blinking my eyes. I want to watch its end.

The gunfire blasted, and for an instant, it seemed as if the space was freezing and shattering, and then the sound rang out. The fire burst open, tearing the vision and eardrums frantically and fiercely. Except for the sound of this volcanic eruption, other sounds seemed to be torn apart. I saw that the face of black smoke began to flourish, covered by the fiery red glare, as if it was covered with colorful clouds. In this gloomy, monotonous and pale nightmare, it was the only epiphany in full bloom. It bloomed in the breath, and passed away in the breath, leaving only patches of ashes scattered on the street like snow.

These scattered ashes make this street scene lively, but it seems to have hollowed out the thoughts, making everything quiet. It makes me feel that what I have done is not really meaningless.

The artillery array began to shrink, just like when it was expanded, it reorganized and deformed within a few breaths, like the cubes of a Rubik's Cube, rotating and re-assembled into a suitcase. I lifted the suitcase and looked at the three electronic demon messengers who were still dumbfounded below, feeling the fluctuations of remote observation concentrated in this area. They were a little excited and seemed to make the temperature rise somewhat. Maybe, some of them.

The three electronic demon messengers gasped heavily and seemed to recover suddenly, staring at me, they seemed to want to say something, but in the end they just nodded at me and ran in groups To the other street. The remote observation fluctuations gathered in this area also dissipated at the same time as if there was a tacit understanding, and the ashes seemed to be blown by the wind and scattered in all directions. I was not mistaken. The ashes disappeared before falling on the ground, as if melted in a gray mist, making the gray mist on this street gradually thicker. In the corners that are invisible to the naked eye but can be observed by the chain determination, more shadow clusters are brewing. The end of the black smoky face does not mean that it disappears completely, but I think that the misery condensed in that black smoky face must have a certain end.

I know that things are not that simple. Generally speaking, unless the "virus" is defeated, the doomsday syndrome patients are saved, or all the doomsday syndrome patients are killed, otherwise such misery will be repeated again and again. Happened, one after another in the reincarnation of the doomsday fantasy world, there will always be many similar things. However, if the death of the smoky face is regarded as the end of its role in this doomsday illusion, and the doomsday syndrome patient it represents, after exiting the field, eating lunch on the sidelines easily, my mood will be better. Much better.

The cruelest thing in the doomsday illusion is not a momentary torture, but a repetition of that cruel fate. I am here to kill it, but if the whole doomsday fantasy is not ended, then everything will be repeated according to the "script". I have known this for a long time. Therefore, I want a thorough understanding. I am very tired. I have gained a lot and lost a lot. Many right and wrong have been lost in my heart. However, I am quite sure that if I cannot be saved, then even if I die immediately. Or, waiting for death without knowing anything is a better ending, at least, than struggling in despair, it seems that it can be stopped. But in endless reincarnation, it is better to endure those pains.

The most desperate thing is not to know that everything is irreversible. It is chasing the possibility that can be restored, but knowing that that possibility does not actually exist.

I want to end everything. That's why this plan was made. No matter what the "Jiang" is, what it has to do with the "virus", what will happen after the "virus" is defeated, and what will happen if it fails. In fact, it doesn't matter. The important thing is that as long as the plan is successful, the best ending is the perfect ending of a happy reunion, and the worst is the end of complete death for all members. But in fact, the latter is actually an acceptable end for me. The most unacceptable thing is that everything will restart again. Usher in the constantly repeated "script".

Everything I have experienced is firming up my inner thoughts. and. I began to find that my thoughts, to a certain extent, were in line with the truth of the end. If the "end" is also a kind of "doom", then. The doomsday comes, it means the end of everything. I yearn for an end, and even more for a complete end. In this sense, isn't it also an interpretation of the truth of the end? maybe. I guessed one thing in the past. The reason why Doomsday Truth is so powerful and so many believers is precisely because it is indeed a universal salvation deep in the heart of every doomsday syndrome patient.

My thoughts are different from the doctrines of the Doomsday Truth cult. However, the Doomsday Truth cult has never had only one doctrine. Otherwise, there will be no Big Three, and there will be no division of the Big Three, let alone There was a rebellion by Father Sisson and Father Edward. In their hearts, although they all have their own interpretations of the truth of the end, they have something in common in essence, that is, they all agree with the existence of the truth of the end and regard it as a lifelong pursuit.

Maybe, I will also become a branch of the truth of the end? Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile. In any case, what I look forward to is still the possibility that everyone will be happy, even if, I know, it is impossible to do it at all. But I still look forward to it for no reason.

I stood on the porch, patrolling the distant streetscape, and my heart was filled with courage again.

I am Gao Chuan. I have come from a distant past and will go to an end future that is also far away. I hope that the end future is beautiful.

Such cognition seems to permeate every cell and every thought of me. It makes me feel that my past self is like struggling in a long river of darkness to avoid being drowned, but my current self, Stepping on the river bank, although the surroundings are equally dark, there is a solid ground underneath that supports him.

The nightmare of Las Vegas, I don't know when it has turned into darkness. I know that I am still in the nightmare. The familiar feeling of falling pulled me, but suddenly I felt that the fall was about to reach its end. When I thought this way, the falling stopped, the feeling under my feet no longer erratic, a strong force came, and then I just stood in the darkness.

I can’t see the direction, nor do I know what terrible things are waiting for me in the darkness, but my steps are no longer vain, and my body no longer drifts up and down with the current. My nightmare also stopped, as if never ending. I know what kind of scene I want to go to, and all I have to do is to blaze a path leading to that scene in this darkness. And I am already doing this.

I shook the palm of my hand, and I heard the feeling of grabbing something. I looked there subconsciously, the darkness began to fade, and a large and familiar suitcase appeared. The surroundings are silent and nervous, but the weight of the suitcase gives me a sense of peace of mind. I think, while moving forward, look for "Jiang" at the same time. So, silently and firmly, I walked all the way, with a hazy feeling in my heart, it was just ahead.

I opened my eyes suddenly, a power awakened me, but it was definitely not fear. My heart has never been so stable, and my thinking has never been ignorant of waking up suddenly. I felt like I had never fallen asleep, but the hot blood, the clear will, and the darkness could not stop the story of my dream, it was not an illusion.

I walked to the window and opened the curtains. The brilliant morning light was a bit dazzling. I couldn't help covering my forehead with my hand, and there was a sudden burning pain on the inside of my wrist. I looked there, the prisms that make up the magic lines were reorganizing, as if a new part was squeezed in, disrupting the position of the past three prisms. The new magic lines have been completed in the breath, it is like Four-leaf clover, and a cross-like pattern.

Fourth-level Mageweave Messenger. Obviously should be surprised, because I never thought that at this time, in this way, to reach the fourth level, I once imagined the way to promote the magic pattern, but when it was promoted, I But it is impossible to determine what factors contributed to this promotion. My heart is stronger and firmer than ever before, but is this the reason for the birth of the fourth-level magic pattern? This means that Father Xi Sen, who is at the third and a half level, actually has some flaws deep down in his heart?

There are too many things that can be associated and surprised, but in my heart, there is no surprise at all. Because, I just feel that these things are not really important. I'm already on the road. Whether the fourth-level magic pattern appears or not will not hinder my will to move forward. It may help me, but when I walked into the boundless darkness to find it, I never expected it. help.

Now, even if the magic pattern has reached the fourth level, I haven't felt any power changes in my body. No, maybe there are some differences. I raised my head and looked in the direction of the park. In the dark, a feeling told me that it was vague, but I was suspicious that the quark was there. In this repeater world, there are obviously many differences from my past, but at this time, will the past episodes be repeated? I don't understand, but there are so many things that I don't understand in a world made up of consciousness. I will not hesitate just because I don't understand. I pushed open the window hard, and started a quick sweep towards the park.

I am like a ghost, walking through the flow of people, using the concealment of the building and the perception of chain judgment, and jumping in high places. The closer I get to the park, the clearer and stronger the dark feeling in my heart. I didn't enter the park from the main entrance, but went over directly from the nearest wall of the route. I walked among the rustling bushes and cut a path with a dagger. I stepped on the soft turf and piled leaves, over the mossy rocks, and straight up over the nearly vertical ramp, avoiding the people walking on the trails. From the direction opposite to the route used in the past, I came to the familiar tree.

Then ~IndoMTL.com~ I saw someone.

It was a black, very simple missionary, or priest, with a cross on his chest and holding a bible with a black cover. He looked a little old, but his mental appearance was very energetic, kind and serious, and reached a strange harmony in him, which made people involuntarily get close, but he didn't dare to get too close.

"Father Edward." I recognized him instantly.

At this moment, he was interested, but he seemed to be puzzled, looking at a corpse on the ground. I was surprised that there were actually corpses there. It was definitely not an illusion. The surrounding soil has just been excavated, and several small bags of soil have been piled up. I realized that that day, the female foreman and female teacher of the morning exercise did indeed see something, but the reason why others did not notice anything after that was only because Father Edward had done something.

Fr Edward is dedicated. I don't know what attracts him about that corpse, but it must be nothing ordinary. When Father Edward heard my greeting, he raised his head with a slight astonishment, as if he was also surprised by my arrival, but soon he showed a strange expression. I don't know what this expression represents, but I think it is not accidental that I met Father Edward, who was unknown whereabouts, at this time and in this place. To be continued. .