Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 50 Deep Dive
The wildly dancing branches swayed in the air for a few seconds, as if there were some sensory organs, and the signal in the air was transmitted to the thick arm through the complex nervous system.

It lifted as if it had a mind of its own, curled and twisted, reaching towards Kraft.The flute-like branches neigh excitedly, contract more frequently, and have a rich vocal ability no less than that of the human vocal cords.

At the same time, it has soft bodies that should be able to move normally underwater, and vocal organs that land animals should have. The lamprey-like branched mouthparts have no corresponding reasonable functions at all.

A collection of chaos, a mixture of disordered organs and tissues, piled up to form this creature.

The form of madness seems to be scratching and biting directly on the soul. Just seeing it is a huge torture, killing the few remaining sanity of the chased.

Kraft watched it, as in every training session, never letting it out of his sight.

He felt that he was walking in substantiated pain, and he needed great willpower to overcome resistance and support himself to face and approach the root of that pain.

His consciousness was running extremely fast, allowing him to avoid the obstacles under his feet and beside him without being distracted, and move forward steadily, while recording and analyzing the information obtained from the pale sticky arms and feet.

These information are stimulating the consciousness. They are no longer pure sounds, colors, and graphics, but contain some things that even Kraft’s special consciousness can hardly accept. It is so vast that the load of information that can clearly record a lifetime cannot be accommodated. .

The soul and body designed to store information that normal humans can obtain have never considered these existences that should not be faced.

He shouldn't be looking at it, that's a mistake in itself.But it was too late. By the time this thought appeared, the consciousness had already been deeply involved in it. Every attempt to record and understand was a deviation on the road to madness.

In the final logic, only the simplest idea at the beginning - to move forward and swing the sword.

Mechanical steps stepped through the water surface soaked in fluorescent slime, approaching and pointing at his target in the oily white light.

The retinal photoreceptor cells are working faithfully, converting the projection of the erected abomination into an electrochemical signal, but the brain has no room for fine processing, immersed in the irresistible madness and pain.

There's no room for variation and defense, and no capacity for these complex thoughts, just desperation, pure action.

The wriggling paleness in his field of vision continued to enlarge, and the charge accumulated enough speed for him. He swung the long sword with both arms, and slashed down with the greatest force following the inertia.

He really did it, maybe it didn't expect the incapacitated prey to do such a feat, or it didn't care at all, allowing Kraft to complete the sword.

The sharp blade brings a strange experience that has never been experienced before. The resistance is not large, but the cutting is not smooth. The tissue contains tough fascia, grainy teeth, and unknown substances with a rough fiber feel.

The inside of the grinning incision is a more chaotic structure than the outer layer, interwoven muscle fibers are inserted into the long bones, rows of molars are arranged in the deep cavity, connecting the digestive organs that are churning with acidic liquid.

The proliferating glands were squeezed into an unrecognizable shape in the cracks, and the roots from the luminous tumors were implanted in them, absorbing unknown ingredients.

These should not appear in one arm at all, unlike the evolution of marine organisms, it is more like plagiarism and borrowing from unrelated creatures, which violates all the laws of anatomy and mechanics, and is barely able to move the arm and foot after rough assembly, so It appears stiff and unnatural.

These tissues gave Kraft an unexpected sense of familiarity, and there was only one kind of creature he was familiar with, and there had always been only one kind.Some kind of terrible conjecture appeared uncontrollably, which made him have a strong desire to explore.

These familiar structures can operate in such an unreasonable way, and the filling that does not conform to the law has finally achieved its purpose, subverting the knowledge he has learned.

He desperately wanted to know it, morbid knowledge flooding his mind as he looked at these things, yet he wasn't satisfied.

Kraft forgot where he was, with only these dizzying discoveries in front of him, trying to remember more, observe more, regardless of the capacity of his consciousness, until he broke a certain limit.

The shocked consciousness and boiling emotions exceeded the upper limit he could bear.Touch, hearing, sight, smell, heat and cold, position...all the senses are going away, annihilated in the shock.

The body, instinct, and common sense are completely shattered in this process, losing their binding force.

The orderly ones were disrupted, the layered ones were subverted, and the dusty ones were released.Including the deepest hidden and most tightly blocked part.

At the end of it all, the only thing left is the feeling of falling.

Kraft heard the sound of falling water ringing in his ears, the cold and flowing feeling flooded his body, the darkness filled his field of vision again, and the diffuse white light swept away, and he could no longer see any wrists, feet and incisions, as if everything was a realistic scene hallucinations.

The body quickly touched the bottom while sinking, and the salt water poured into his mouth and nose, and the suffocation made him move. He used the long sword to withstand the bottom to borrow strength, and danced to float up.Fortunately, the water was not deep. After standing up, I could feel the water waves hitting my waist, which was not a deep water area.

Surrounding it are wide wooden planks a little above the water surface, which are the top of the square table.The surface of the water covered the chairs, and a few poorly made ones floated up.

Kraft found himself in another vestibule, exactly the same, except that the water had risen to waist depth, and the glowing creatures had disappeared, leaving no trace.

The remaining light spots are still flickering, and the incomplete outline of the tumor can be seen. The muscle tension has not subsided, and the fingers are tightly grasping the handle of the sword wrapped in rough cloth.

Horror and weird pictures keep flashing before the eyes, like a film rewinding, the scene rendered by white light overlaps with the dark and empty space in front of the eyes, alien objects, driven by familiar muscles and bones in strange ways, the image of that kind of shape Still in sight.

Suddenly, Kraft saw the muscles and bones move again, squeeze the digestive cavity and glands, and spray mixed acid from the tooth-studded ducts.

His training instincts made him hold his sword in front of his eyes and stagger backwards in the water.

Nothing happened, he was the only living creature in the silent and dark space, and what flashed was only the imagination of the too-real memory picture, an illusory and terrifying shadow.

Physical pain and mental pain flow in the head, and fragmented memories and thoughts are scattered and mixed.

One second I was still replaying the scene I just experienced, the next second I jumped to the memory of turning over a book one day, and the next second I was drawn to the physical training.

The state of mind is like a fragile goods store bought for zero dollars, beyond recognition.Consciousness is trying to tidy up everything that has been broken. There is a certain connection between the connected fragments, but it is not strictly logical, and there are some things that don't seem right.

They seem to be something recorded from a third-person perspective, which is not an accurate description. It can only be said that Kraft is willing to understand it this way and classify them as "images".

But these contents are far more refined than images, depicting the form of three-dimensional space, even including the internal structure of objects, similar to the model of three-dimensional reconstruction after scanning.

Consciousness unobstructedly connected these bizarre contents with visual images of the same period, and pieced them together, acknowledging that they had been recorded synchronously long ago, and Kraft subjectively had no impression of them.

This kind of piecing speed is getting faster and faster. The most difficult part of jigsaw puzzles is always the beginning. After completing a part, the next stitching becomes easier and easier, and more "[-]D modeling" corresponds to other sensory content corresponding to the same period.

Juxtaposed with other senses, it can only be another sense, a new sense that has been shielded by instinct and subjective will, looking at the world from another perspective.

It is the materialization of consciousness and spirit, and it is formed by the extension of liberated consciousness, spreading around and flowing through the space.Like the other senses, once you discover its presence, it speaks for itself and takes in meaning.

This is the real "gift" of that unrecallable encounter.In ancient times, fish evolved lungs when they came into contact with land, and when humans came into contact with higher and deeper levels, they stimulated and promoted passive transformation, and another level of "evolution" occurred to adapt.

The memory ability is just the appearance of change, and the spiritual will is completely promoted into another organ, a materialized thing, through contact.

The biological instinct of human beings rejects this kind of thing that does not belong to them, and seals it in the deepest part.

To this day, the violent impact briefly defeated common sense and instinct, it was released, accepted by subjective consciousness, and could no longer be hidden.

Kraft finally understood what those indescribable "smells" and "gut feelings" were when they approached strange things.That is the synaesthesia produced by the substantive spirit perceives another level of information in the surrounding space and captures other sensory nerve signal pathways.

He "touched" his surroundings with his spirit, and the invisible but tangible power fed back the obtained information to him.The airflow, the boreholes in the floor, the loose wood infiltrated by the wine, the inside and outside cannot limit this perspective.

Spirit can intuitively feel the difference in this space.If he just felt the breath from another level before, then he is in another level now.

Thanks to his connection with the existence beyond the normal level, that indescribable ghost noticed his difference, chased him from the salt tide area, and used unknown means to pull him into the plausible deep world, let's call it It is the "first floor".

It seems to be some kind of "reflection", a ghost adapted from the normal world, following its own set of rules, can form unreasonable things.Like that weird cell phone analogue, or... critters that don't make sense.

And the level of establishing a connection with oneself is deeper than that. When the instinct and will are defeated together, and the rejection of this disappears, it is pulled to a deeper level.

So now he came to this place, the "Second Floor".

Kraft stood in the waist-high seawater, and felt a stronger sense of "abnormality". The depth of the seawater is only an intuitive expression of the difference from the real world. This difference essentially shows that...

【further away】

(End of this chapter)