Falling into the Abyss

Ethan was groggy and felt like he was lying somewhere.

He couldn't open his eyes, but he didn't know why he could perceive his surroundings. The body floats on a strange medium between liquid and gas, floating up and down, swaying leisurely, as if flowing in an unknown direction. This is an endless primitive sea, shining molecules wandering around his elbows like stars in the sky, wide open and boundless all around, covered by a blue mist emanating from nowhere.

Ethan felt that this was an extremely holy and distant place, which was not only in distance, but also in time. Perhaps it was as ancient as the city with the emerald sun and strange sharp-cornered buildings he had been to. Peace and tranquility permeated his limbs, making him feel comfortable and want to sigh.

He slowly opened his eyes, and through the translucent blue mist, he saw many swirling galaxies. They are diffused with gorgeous Xia Cai like neon clothes, cantilevered and winding, hundreds of millions of stars stretch across the sky, countless civilizations are born and die in a short breath.

And beside him, on the endless sea of ​​eternity, there are many translucent creatures that are as large as a hundred stories are slowly moving. Their shapes and sizes vary greatly. Some resemble a ball of suffocated basketballs, with tiny hands all over the body flapping each other in the air, making a popping sound; some are more like a ball of entangled balls. Neurons twisted and twisted like long synaptic snakes. Large areas of bag-like weight and small black dots were trembling; some of them resembled hard rocky mountains, with heavy bodies shaking on the sea. The high waves, but there are many soft flesh-colored substances stretched out, wrapped on the hard body, occasionally changing the shape. There are things that do not know whether they are liquid or solid flowing in their bodies, and strange streams of light roam through the life bodies of unknown material. They looked weird, old and heavy, and Ethan among them was as small as a grain of sand.

He didn't know those things or things, or whether they could perceive his existence, whether they were kind or malicious to him. He just felt that his hands and feet were filled with lead, and he couldn't move a bit.

About a hundred meters away from him, a creature that looked like a slug as tall as a mountain was slowly wandering by, with many winding tentacles growing on its head, and a similar melt on top of each tentacles. In the shape of a human head. Through the translucent skin, you can even vaguely see the internal organs pushing each other, like the internal organs of a large aircraft. However, on the smooth surface of the skin, there seemed to be a few large psoriasis-like opaque clumps. Accompanied by its slow movement, it sometimes oozes thick yellow-brown juice. Ethan felt it was sick.

What are these things? Why does it give people a sense of trepidation in the face of super creations that surpass themselves too much?

A sense of insignificance that fate is completely controlled.

"Dirty..." A voice, no, to be precise, a strong idea suddenly captured his entire consciousness. He turned his head abruptly, and found that at some point, at a distance of less than fifty meters from him, there stood the oblate lifeform with hands all over it. Even if Ethan looked up like this, he couldn't see the whole picture. It was silent, just like an arrogant building suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Dirty...corruption...destroy..." Such thoughts burst into Ethan's mind one by one. The intense pain made him want to scream, but he opened his mouth without making a sound.

He opened his eyes wide, watching the dense hand-like organs all over his body suddenly waved violently at the same time, as if hundreds of people were clapping their hands. One of the hands suddenly stretched forward, enlarged, and expanded rapidly like a balloon. Then it patted Ethan hard like a fly! Ethan could not move, and watched the huge hand of the small house quickly approaching him.

He suddenly awoke from his coma, suffocating like asthma in his throat because of his violent inhalation. His eyes widened, his hands scratching in the air. Suddenly, his hand was held tightly by the other hands, and the familiar faint smell of sandalwood suddenly diffused.

Ethan's struggling movements stopped, but his eyes widened unwillingly to blink. His lips began to tremble, and his body began to tremble. He said, "I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"It's a pity, you are dreaming." Tanithel gently bent his gray eyes, soft and curly blond hair hanging down on his brows, "Your consciousness has just gone to a very dangerous place. Fortunately, I I brought you back in time."

The priest gently rubbed the back of Ethan's hand with his thumb. The touch was so real, how could it be a dream?

Ethan suddenly slammed forward with Latanisel's hands that he still shook hands, as if he was afraid that people would run away, he vigorously wrapped Tanisel's body. The priest did not struggle either, except for the initial exclamation, only a string of low muffled laughter. Tanithel lay on Ethan's chest like this, with his blond hair rubbing against his shallowly bearded chin. Ethan felt the real weight of his chest and took a deep breath with nostalgia.

"Think of me that way?" Tanithel turned his face to the side, his moist pale red lips rubbed against Ethan's apple.

Ethan hugged his hand harder, and answered silently.

"Sorry, I'm under house arrest now, and I couldn't come over. You...see The O'Neill?" Tanithel also stretched out his hand to wrap Ethan's thinner waist. Ethan's body was being consumed, his cheeks became paler than before, and he lost the rosy that was once healthy. There was a layer of bruise under his eyes, and he looked very tired.

Ethan's voice was hoarse and weak, "He told me one thing, and I think he was lying to me."

Tanithel propped up a little and stroked Ethan's cheek with pity, "What did he say?"

"He said I am not my father's biological son."

Tanithel seemed to be very sad for him, showing a sad look, and sighed softly from his nose, "No one can kill the past of you and your father. Not even DNA."

Ethan nodded and gave a wry smile.

"Listen to Ethan, I don't have much time. If you and I are here for too long, someone will discover the special connection between us. I need to tell you something." Tanisel's eyes patrolled Ethan. The bloodless face seemed to have deep reluctance, "I guess, the chief priest has let you directly touch the eggs of the preface, right?"

Ethan shuddered at the thought of the intense pain, and nodded.

"The O'Neill has always had a conjecture. He believes that the eggs of the God of Prologue are not gifts from the God of Prologue. On the contrary, he thinks it is a kind of trigger bomb." Tanithel told Ethan briefly. The Egg of the Order God is used to detect and destroy the entropy in the universe. "So, he will want to use you to test the limit of the Egg of the Order God. Although you are not really the egg of the Order God. It explodes, but the entropy in your body will still be sensed by the Egg of the Order God, that is to say..." Tanithel pressed Ethan’s shoulder, "That is to say, the Order God may also be aware. There are things that shouldn't exist in this universe."

Ethan recalled the endless ocean that was not only liquid or gas, the countless rotating galaxies, and the translucent giant creatures that moved by him. Could it be... Is that the projection of the Foreword God's world in his consciousness?

"I am... something that shouldn't exist..." Ethan stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and laughed low.

"This perception is obviously two-way. When you feel that you see them, they also see you." Tanithel said seriously, "This is very dangerous. But as long as you are not in a state of mutation, They should not be able to move you yet."

"So I have to control my own emotions and try not to show what shouldn't be seen, right?" Ethan asked calmly, taking away the hand covering his eyes.

Tanithel nodded, "The main priest has a lot of views...different from mine. You have to be careful with him. When talking with him, don't look at his eyes, especially his third eye."

"I understand."

Tanithel stretched out his hand and gently pushed aside Ethan’s long forehead, his eyes soft and mellow, like an intoxicating wine, "I already have a plan, and I will pick you up soon. . Hold on again, protect yourself, and don’t let others notice you."

After that, he leaned down, and his rosy lips were printed on Ethan's.

Then Tanithel disappeared, and Ethan opened his eyes again.

He was lying on the bed in the room where he had been arranged before, the ceiling was dimly lit, and there were silent furniture all around, no translucent monsters and no Tanisir.

Ethan felt his legs numb and didn't know how long he had been lying down. He hesitated for a while, pulled the railing beside the bed and sat up, stretched out his right hand and gently touched his lips.

The touch of the kiss just now was so real, he could almost taste the taste of Tanithel's lips.

As soon as he woke up, the sleep cell monitoring his brainwaves had sent a signal to the guard who escorted Ethan and Theo'Neill. The door opened soon, and the guard stared at him with his eyes down, "Priest Eve asked me to take you to see him, ready for the next stage of experiment."

The experiment site is still in a strange building in the heart of Mars. There is white everywhere, and even all the researcher's clothes are white. After watching it for a long time, it will cause heavy psychological pressure.

Seeing the space here is so big, Ethan suspects that the hadron collider used to make antimatter is here.

Ethan was taken into a hall. This time, it was no longer The O’Neill alone facing him. Ethan also saw the doctor named Bruno whom Tanithel introduced when he came to Mars last time-and now The main person in charge of Project Zero.

At this moment, the old man was looking at him with a look mixed with curiosity, dazed and even repelling, as if he was not seeing a person, but a strange-looking animal that he had never seen before. Ethan felt that he probably knew that there were three sets of chromosomes in his genes, but he chose not to report them.

Because if the upper level knew that he was a mutant, he would have been isolated long ago, just like Adam before.

Ethan was pressed on the chair again, and even the collar was firmly attached to the back of the armchair. His heart beats faster, and he doesn't know what kind of torture will be this time.

The O'Neill smiled at Ethan Wenya, and his open right hand was still the mutilated egg of the Order God.

"Today, I will start to teach you how to activate the Egg of Order God without being vaporized."