Chapter 2140: Ember is destroyed at dawn seventy-two
The torrent of flames enveloped Bedivere's body. Although he was not burned to ashes, he felt suffocated.
Photons also have "weight". It should be said that they are quite heavy. The higher the density and concentration of photons, the heavier they are. Therefore, those large lightsabers with extremely high output power are particularly difficult to swing, and you feel "
The weight of the sword is no less than that of the real thing. Only warriors with amazing arm strength can wield it.
Now, the same principle applies to the photon fireworks that wrap around Bediwell's body. Because the concentration is too high and the photon fireworks are too "heavy", they make it difficult for Bediwell to breathe or even move.
I have trouble with my lungs.
"It feels so uncomfortable!" The werewolf youth couldn't breathe, move, or even scream. The feeling of suffocation enveloped every part of his body. It was like being in the deep sea, with huge pressure rushing towards him from all directions! All the bones in his body were shaking.
There was a squeaking sound, almost being squeezed into pulp!
"Control yourself, don't let chaos occupy you!" It was as if the voice of the great teacher Clara came from far away. Although Bedivere knew that she was close at hand.
"Me! Uhhhhh!" However, Bedivere's consciousness gradually became hazy.
(Eh?)
When he came to his senses, he found himself in a crimson blank world.
The red was as red as blood, stinging his eyes.
There was light like lava flowing, which was worse than real lava. It was obviously crimson, but it was so red that it stood out more conspicuously among the crimson, further stinging his eyes.
Bedivere tried to close his eyes, but it was no use, he had no eyelids at all.
Wait, it's not that there are no eyelids, it's that there are no eyes at all.
(What's going on?)
(What am I now?)
(In what form does it appear in this crimson world?)
"Bedivere!!" someone shouted.
(etc)
(Who is Bediwell?)
(Can't remember.)
(I just can’t remember.)
(Who am I?!?)
(What is my relationship with this person named Bediwell???)
(What Bediville?)
(What?)
(etc.)
(What was I thinking just now???)
(Who am I? Where am I? Where am I going????)
He was completely confused.
"Listen!" A woman's voice became louder and louder, but it didn't seem to be a sound made by shouting alone, but more like a very powerful telepathy: "You are you, Bedivere!"
No matter what you have changed, no matter what you have experienced, no matter what you have been, you are still you.
It is all the efforts you have made in the past and all the choices you have made in your life, whether right or wrong, that have made you who you are now.
You are you, no one else, and irreplaceable.
You were shaped by everything in your past, and you are who you are now.
Here and now, right here, it continues and continues to be written. As long as life has not passed away, it will not end.
So this is your life.
your own life.
No matter how humble and insignificant a life is in this vast and vast universe,
Your life is still your life.
A life that is unique and cannot be duplicated.
"
That's right.
Those are all "reasons".
They are all the most superficial truths, and can even be said to be "truths" close to "nonsense".
But they are all "truths", one after another, irrefutable "facts".
Bedivere, who was swallowed by the torrent of chaos and whose consciousness was originally very confused, gradually calmed down after hearing these "mantras".
Then he understood.
She was casting a curse on him in the midst of chaos.
When she repeatedly emphasized these "mantras", she was casting a curse on him.
The spell he cast was, of course, a spell that allowed Bedivere to maintain his self-awareness and prevent it from being swallowed by chaos.
Bedivere, who had almost forgotten who he was, gradually recalled his name.
(That's right.)
(My name is Bediwell.)
(Beowulf of Western Siberia.)
(Although no one in the world knows this name.)
(But it is the key symbol that is necessary to compose me.)
The werewolf youth took a breath and finally recovered from the chaos.
Of course, the surrounding scenery has not changed because of this, it is still this damn crimson that irritates the eyes.
Is this chaos?
Bedivere wondered.
Why is he trapped in this chaos, and how can he escape from here?
"Listen up, stupid apprentice." A woman's voice still came from a distance. At this time, Bedivere had basically calmed down, so he remembered that the owner of the female voice was Great Teacher Clara.
"Something went wrong in the ritual. Chaos had too great an influence on you, and therefore also affected the spell fire in your hand. When I tried to remove the restrictions on the spell fire, it almost went out of control completely."
"Uh," the werewolf young man wanted to say something, but his thoughts were still quite confused and he didn't know what to say at all.
Being in chaos, it seems that even logic and thoughts are being impacted by the infinite chaos. His logic begins to collapse, and his rationality is also evaporating. With his rationality evaporating, he can't even think normally and come up with an idea.
It has become extremely difficult.
"But don't worry. We can still correct the erroneous ritual. Maybe we can also use the power of chaos to further strengthen the fire of your spell." Teacher Clara's voice is almost inspiring, almost breaking down.
Bedivere slowly regained his confidence.
"But you have to stay calm and follow my instructions step by step." She said, "Are you ready?"
What should we do at this time? Bediwell, who was still a little confused, thought that he should at least answer it at this time.
"Yes." He tried very hard to reply in a short sentence, and he almost forgot how to speak.
"Very good, Bedivere." Clara seemed to know that Bedivere, who was in chaos, had difficulty even speaking, so she worked hard to guide the werewolf youth: "First of all, I want you to keep repeating your name.
.During the whole process, you cannot forget your own existence. If you are lost in the torrent of chaos, your consciousness will never come back."
"Yes," the werewolf young man replied with difficulty.
(I am Bediville.)
(My name is Bediwell.)
(This person named Bedivere, this individual, is me.)
(Irreplaceable me.)
He kept repeating these words in his mind, as if he was also casting a curse on himself. Only by repeating his name in this way could he maintain himself and not be swallowed by the torrent of chaos.
"Then I want you to observe your surroundings carefully." Clara said again, "Your spell fire must be beside you, but you are in chaos and did not see it. It is precisely because it is beside you that I can
Get in touch with you. Find it. It is now the only bridge between you and the real world, and the only way for you to escape from chaos and return to the real world. Find it."
"Yes, yes," the werewolf youth kept repeating his name, and he had to concentrate on listening to the great teacher's instructions, so it was even more difficult for him to answer.
However, in the chaos, he still subconsciously searched around, trying to find the so-called magic fire beside him. He couldn't even remember what the magic fire was, but since the great teacher Clara said this
, let’s go look for it.
Then he discovered that the small, orange-yellow fireball was completely different from the entire eye-catching world composed of crimson. It was right behind Bediwell. Perhaps there was no up, down, left, or back at all.
Well, anyway, he felt that the thing was behind it.
He seemed to be able to feel the faint warmth it gave off.
"Hold it. Give it orders and let it take you out of chaos." The great teacher continued.
hold?
"But I don't have hands."
From just now, Bediwell discovered that he had no body at all. His existence was just a point in this chaos. He had no body, no eyes, and no limbs at all. He was just this piece of red.
A self-conscious point in the world.
He is just a dot whose existence has become ambiguous, so how can he reach out and hold something?
"Listen," as if realizing that Bedivere was confused, the great teacher Clara continued to explain:
"Chaos is actually a quantum ocean. Everything here is the continuity of quantum random data.
Chaos is in a lower dimension than us, but it uses low-dimensional data to interpret our entire universe. Simply put, the holographic universe projected by the data in chaos forms the true appearance of the world we live in. Now we are in chaos
You seem to have no body in it, but in fact your body has already been formed and has always existed. You just need to imagine it.
Imagine that there is something you can't see or feel, but it actually exists in your body. In this way, you can hold the magic fire in front of you with your invisible hand."
The difficulty is very high.
But do you have to do it?
Bedivere wondered. Maybe he was not the kind of person with a rich imagination. He tried his best to think about it, but he couldn't feel any difference at all. Even so, it was just "wanting to hold the fireball in front of him".
The thought also made sense, and he finally succeeded in "holding" it so that it could move left and right in response to his thoughts of moving it.
"I should hold it," Bedivere replied uncertainly.
"Very good. If you think it's held, it's held." Clara replied: "The important thing is the idea, not the phenomenon."
Then, next, pray to the magic fire in your hand." (To be continued)