The deep darkness and fainting gradually receded like the tide.
Lunde gingerly touched it between his legs and couldn't help but laugh. He raised his head again, and the smile on his face instantly became stiff.
"It's you..."
Under the flickering incandescent lamp, he could vaguely see Bai Zhu's face. The sudden nervous secretion of adrenaline made his heart beat wildly:
"...Wait, where is Quintus?"
Unconsciously, his voice began to tremble.
"Dead."
"Dead?"
"He was killed by a cannon. If he knew some soul-transferring magic, he might have survived."
Bai Shu waved his hand, and countless tentacle-like hoses swished back into the wall. Lund looked around, and saw that it was still the square space with equal dimensions on all sides. The silvery white tone and the green corrosive aura left in the air by the spell reminded him——
He was brought back to the cell where he woke up.
"Honestly, you're lucky."
Bai Zhu spoke again:
"After rescuing you, my initial plan was to use my spirit to occupy the core of your consciousness, or to put some effort into converting you into my dependent family. But there is a mark in your soul, a very solid protection, at least.
What I am now cannot be erased.”
"Mark?"
Lund's eyes were in a trance.
In the deepest part of his soul, a small regular hexagonal formation shone with golden light. The light trapped and protected his consciousness, like the outermost shell of an egg.
"Sololus' advanced protection..."
"Sister...so, have you been looking at me all this time?"
The regular hexagonal formation draws power from nothingness. It constantly transforms its own structure every minute and second with a specific amplitude and frequency. No matter what kind of external force invades, it cannot be dismantled in an instant.
Unravel its shape...because its shape is different at each stage, like a complex and infinitely precise lock.
"Greater Protection from Sorollus? Interesting stuff."
Bai Shu clapped his hands lightly: "If you read it correctly, there is a matrix similar to consciousness transfer hidden in this high-level protection core. If you suffer damage that exceeds the limit, the matrix inside will transfer your consciousness to
Another space, as for where it is..."
Bai Zhu smiled and suddenly stopped:
"However, I will not leave such a loophole. Now that you have been implanted with my cells, it is difficult to commit suicide."
"I can't get your soul."
He snapped his fingers, and Lund's body suddenly stood up uncontrollably, his bones and joints crackling unnaturally, like a stiff puppet:
"But I have taken control of your body."
"..."
Lund struggled to lift his fingers, but his body remained motionless, and even his magic power seemed to fall silent.
"What do you want from me?"
After a few seconds of awkward silence.
Lund smiled bitterly and raised his head:
"In other words, what would someone like me do to you?"
"You are still useful to me, at least for now, the secret magician from the Confederacy, Lund Ingersoll."
Bai Shu snapped his fingers.
Lund's body relaxed inexplicably. He tentatively raised his hand and moved it hesitantly a few times.
"I want you to answer my questions, Lunde."
Bai Zhu patted his shoulder: "I want to know this world thoroughly, and I want you to explain to me the origins of all of them, America, the Confederacy, you mages and ascendants, and the deformed past in your history...
…”
"A foundation like SCP is weird enough, with the same schismatic factions, plus chaos, cosmic gods, alien races, heroes, magic and countless epic wars you named in ancient times, not to mention
That's [Fermore]... Even if Rayleigh Mausolus of the Masons told me everything he knew, I still find it difficult to understand."
"Lund."
"Life produces wisdom, wisdom creates knowledge, and knowledge promotes civilization... It is cheap and expensive at the same time."
"As a fair reward, let me clear up the doubts that Rayleigh doesn't know."
He stretched out a hand: "How much you pay will determine your value."
"Is that it? I never knew that wild species could have such strong curiosity. No, like Quintus said, you are not a wild species."
A chill suddenly arose in Lund's heart, his pupils shrank tightly, and every pore was stinging: "This world? Do you mean this world, or...are you one of those visitors from a foreign land?"
"Wait a minute, there are still time travelers in this world?"
Bai Shu was stunned: "So chaotic?"
"Don't think too much. Even if I really am, you have no other choice."
Seeing the unconcealed fear in Lund's eyes, Baizhu shrugged: "The moment I implanted cells into you, from now on, you have only one path to choose."
"Let's continue somewhere else."
Bai Zhu opened the door:
"By the way, let me introduce you to my failed creation."
Bai Zhu was sitting in a wheelchair, and Lunde, with a complicated face, pushed the wheelchair forward silently.
"This world is very exclusive. To this extent, it may not be described as very strong, and it can be considered abnormal."
Bai Shu sighed:
"The Foundation gave me a chip when it activated 2-681 (Reality Story Editor). Fortunately, I used the remaining half of the chip to generate a small anti-reality distortion force field covering this place. My
Only then can the experiment be carried out.”
"Do you know what that is?" He suddenly pointed to a door.
"[Psychic Experiment Reflection Field]?"
Lund saw the white seal taped to the door.
"Psychic power is a very interesting power. I used to be a psychic power master. It is a power that originates from the user's mind, so it tends to focus more on spiritual effects than physical ones.
...Powerful psykers can reverse cognition, manipulate minds, predict the future, teleport through time and space, or release elements such as thunder and fire to attack, heal injuries, strengthen the body, slow down, strengthen the movement of molecules, become immortal, and even
So we can grasp the time in local areas."
"A long time ago, when I was just becoming a psychic master, I once pulled a red supergiant star that was about to explode back to the time when it was just born. For this reason, I was dubbed [Wise] by the people in that galaxy.
the title of [the author].”
"This is a power that is very suitable for fighting between lower-level lineages. It comes from the characteristics of the soul, so it can play a panacea role in the hands of those who are good at using it."
"[Psychic power]?"
Lund repeated the unfamiliar term in a low voice.
The expressions on his face changed continuously, as if he had countless questions to blurt out, but in the end he suppressed them.
"You just said it." Lund said in a low voice:
"This world is very...exclusive?"
"Yes, very exclusive."
Bai Shu waved his hand: "So the psychic energy inside can't do anything. It's too dark even for lighting."
The wheelchair continued forward and passed another door.
"[Xudikutri Potion]?" Lund read out the name of this door.
"It's a good potion system, with twenty-seven different variants. The first time you take it, you can control the power of fire and time. If you release it with all your strength, you can probably easily annihilate your galaxy. The final sequence winner
, will ascend to the palace of the Aztec god [Xudicutri] and become his turquoise warrior."
"[Golden Light Wisdom Victory Sutra of Infinite Transformation]?"
"Pinyin."
[Hermetic Magic]?”
"A lullaby that doesn't work very well."
"[Roiger Summoning Ceremony]?"
"Rubbish."
"[Laoshan Magic]?"
"Rubbish."
"[Golden Beetle Stone]?"
"Useless garbage."
…
As the wheelchair passed one door after another, Lund's face showed extreme fear and absurdity, as if his whole body was on the verge of mental collapse.
In this process.
He finally knew the true name of the monster that had scared him before and made him flee in panic, as if it were made up of toad, crow, mole, millipede, anaconda or rotten corpse.
Its name is [Guge Giant].
This terrifying group has no language and only relies on their hearts and facial expressions to communicate. Because the worship rituals are too blasphemous and disgusting, they once fought with the gods of another time and space, and were killed by the gods because of their defeat in the war.
Expelled to the underground world of [Dreamland].
And now.
This terrifying giant who can wrestle with the gods is just a pile of mobile carrion...
"Although I have done so much, all I got was waste, but there are still a few successful ones, like [Carbon-based Thought Prison] and [Usias Neurotransformation Surgery]."
He smiled: "It's a pity that they are of no great use..."
The two stopped in front of a silver door.
The door was open, there was no light inside, just darkness.
"bring it on."
Bai Shu waved his hand: "The next time, it's your turn."
