With the doctor's words, the originally blurry picture collapsed instantly, and the black and white background world turned into a broken line drawing composed of dots and lines. All cognition and existence were lost in balance, making it difficult to judge the real and the false.
.
chaos,
sticky,
Strange.
Just simple thinking can make people lose their most basic judgment ability.
It's as if the whole body is inside a huge and dark egg.
In his eyes, only the doctor not far away still maintained his normal shape, and everything else seemed to be distorted by something, leaving only a faint shadow.
The doctor stood there with a polite smile on his face.
"Well, are you confused?"
"You probably haven't been here when you were in the laboratory, right?"
"[Bottom consciousness], or deep consciousness."
"As the ultimate technological product of future mankind, the 'Second World' itself is a work of art that spans technology and knowledge."
"In order for people to preserve themselves and prevent their consciousness from disappearing in endless reincarnations, they store everything that belongs to their 'self' here."
"Only in this way, after waking up from the long wait, they will not forget who they are."
As the doctor was speaking, the space he was in suddenly distorted his position, causing him, who was originally facing Han Baiyi, to spin and move into the air.
It looked as if the doctor was standing on the ceiling talking to Han Baiyi.
Han Baiyi raised his eyelids.
The doctor looked completely unconcerned.
"Their ideas are perfect, but they forget...the power of time."
He stood hanging upside down in the sky and opened his arms in the direction of Han Baiyi.
"You see, where we are now is the tomb of consciousness."
"The long wait has caused the brain and all personal computers that assist in processing thinking and memory to crash. The huge amount of data accumulated over hundreds of years that cannot be cleaned has completely overwhelmed the limits of what people can carry."
"Everything is lost, only the memory of death remains."
"At the same time, this is also the lowest level of the 'Second World' - the support point for all logic and basic algorithms in this world."
"You who entered this world after being weakened should be unable to move now."
The doctor had full confidence in the feedback from the research institute, and was not afraid of Han Baiyi, who had just killed two major professionals in Rhode Island. He opened his arms and walked slowly towards Han Baiyi from the ceiling.
One is hanging upside down and the other is standing upright.
The two faced each other.
"You are too ignorant and too conceited."
"Han Baiyi."
"Crack."
As soon as the doctor finished speaking, Han Baiyi raised his hand with an expressionless face and slapped the uncle in front of his head. The sound of the slap was crisp and bright.
As soon as the slap went down, the doctor's facial features were dented and twisted at a speed visible to the naked eye. The fragile neck muscles were stretched rapidly with a force far exceeding that of ordinary people. The whole head was pulled out like a tennis ball with a rubber rope.
Far away, you can even vaguely hear the cracking sound of the neck bones being twisted.
His head spun sixteen or seventy-eight times like a top, and the muscles and skin of his neck wrinkled and twisted like twisted clothes, forming piles of pleats.
The doctor's eyes were high and protruding, and his expression was extremely distorted. His facial features, which were originally in the right position, were moved from the center to the left as if they had been run over by a hydraulic machine, and his skull was dented to a large extent.
Han Baiyi lowered his head and looked at his palms.
"Well, the strength has indeed been reduced a lot."
"This should be my level in this world, right?"
"It's quite different from when we were on Terra."
Han Baiyi concluded the slap in a calm voice. The doctor stood upside down on the ceiling, his head twisted into a twist and hanging in the air, like a strange piece of art.
If it weren't for the [lower consciousness] here, where everything is composed of consciousness signals, he would be a corpse now.
"What...what's going on?!"
The doctor asked in a daze, seemingly out of self-doubt. While hanging on the ceiling and looking at him, he murmured to himself,
"No, it shouldn't be."
"When I conducted a positioning experiment on him, I really weakened more than 95% of his consciousness signal fluctuations... Why can he still move freely in the underlying consciousness?"
"No! Under normal circumstances, he should not even be able to preserve his personal form and self-awareness... Why is this happening?"
Naturally, the doctor's twisted neck could not have intact vocal cords, so the words he spoke sounded to Han Baiyi's ears like the people of Zu'an murmuring to the statue of a primary school student.
The sound is vague and difficult to discern.
Han Baiyi didn't pay attention to his words. He first looked at the doctor whose neck was twisted at 1,080 degrees and was still alive. Then he lowered his head and looked at his own hands - because they were conscious bodies, direct physical attacks would not be affected by this.
Does the world seem to have no effect on him?
While thinking, he tried to gather his ideas into the palm of his hand.
Then, I saw wisps of faint starlight floating in his palm like fireflies flying.
As his thoughts changed, the light spot in his hand immediately rotated and circled with Han Baiyi's thoughts, entangled with each other like stars and planets in the dark space, drawing one orbit after another.
"How, how could it be! How can you still use Originium energy here!"
The doctor's Zaan dialect sounded again, and he stared with a pair of big eyes in disbelief.
It is said that in the [lower consciousness] everyone is an ordinary person, and there is no difference from the real world?!
Where did you attend cram school?
Han Baiyi still ignored him.
Turning around, there was an inspiration in his palm, and then he slapped the doctor on the head again.
The doctor looked at him confused.
Then, I felt that my face was slowly leaving like flour that had been slapped on the chopping board.
Particle by particle dissipated in the air.
The doctor was immediately shocked.
"This, how is this..."
Halfway through the words, the dissociation effect had begun to pull on the neck, shattering and scattering the trachea and Adam's apple, leaving only one big eye that was still wide open in disbelief.
After wrapping Ling Ji and giving him a gentle slap, a panel prompt suddenly popped up in front of Han Baiyi's eyes.
[World core memory detected...]
【Extract core?】
【whether】
[Extraction countdown: 30]
Han Baiyi looked at the doctor who was decomposing, pursed his lips, feeling a little stunned and at a loss.
Absolutely, how could this thing break when I touch it?
Han Baiyi didn't know how to complain about the doctor's body.
Mainly because he didn't expect that the doctor, whose physical resistance was so high that he could twist his neck four or five times without dying, would have such a low legal resistance.
As for what is the core of the world indicated on the panel?
He doesn't know either.
This thing seems to be different from the ‘origin of the world’ in Sekiro World, right?
But now that I have broken everything, there is nothing to hesitate about, so let’s just extract it. If you don’t mention it, it will be gone after a while.
【yes】
The moment he made his choice, a silver line suddenly lit up on the other side of the fuzzy space in front of him, which was made up of endless threads and chaos.
It's like the first ray of sunlight falling at the end of the dark horizon at dawn.
However, this silver line is not as warm as the sun. All the fuzzy areas it passes collapse and collapse at the moment the silver line crosses, and are finally confused into another thinner chaos.
At the same time, a dark ball suddenly appeared in Han Baiyi's hand.
At the top, a silver coil that was as different as the end of the earth also lit up, spreading from the middle point toward the entire black ball, as if it was scanning something.
The Doctor, who was hanging upside down in front of Han Baiyi and constantly decomposing, seemed to have lost some support and was broken into countless light flakes like a sand sculpture that fell on the stone ground.
Finally, under the influence of a certain rule, all the light fragments disappeared in the tug of a vortex in mid-air, as if their consciousness was forcibly dragged away by something.
Han Baiyi looked at the silver thread sweeping toward him in the distance, and then at the spreading coils on the black ball, and inexplicably felt some kind of malice coming from the world.
——Does this mean he is being swept away as a virus?!
【Do you want to perform core binding? 】
【whether】
Han Baiyi looked at the little ball in his hand that he didn't know what it could be used for, and frowned.
【yes】
Then, a slight suction force immediately came from the palm, and the spiritual energy in the body slowly surged towards the direction of the palm.
As soon as the two come into contact, a series of clear white circuits emerge on the surface of the ball with the support of inspiration points.
Han Baiyi didn't feel any resistance and poured the inspiration into it easily.
But apart from the circuit lighting up on the little black ball, Han Baiyi didn't feel any changes, and the amount of energy required to extend the unit distance of the circuit on the ball was getting bigger and bigger.
If it weren't for Han Baiyi's large quantity and the fact that he had stored a lot of inspiration points before, he might not have enough.
The shining silver thread on the other side was still spreading towards him.
until a certain moment,
The silver line suddenly stopped.
Han Baiyi looked at the twists and turns of the clever circuit on the ball, as well as the silver thread that also stopped on the surface of the ball.
[Binding successful]
The moment the prompt sounded, Han Baiyi clearly felt that the little black ball had now changed into his own shape.