Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

When the Wizard of Spades looks at me, her eyes and her language may contain the power of conscious spells. When this power is presented to me, and it actually causes deviations in my attacking and conscious responses, I cannot feel the impact of this power on the body. As if this power had a mysterious switch, everything was normal before it was turned on, and the Wizard of Spades himself did not turn on this switch from time to time. I don't know if my inference is correct. It was just that when I rushed away in an instant, she did not disappear immediately, but chose to form a shield with gray mist.

This shield was cut off by me in the blink of an eye.

It wasn't until the blade of the arm continued to chop towards her body that she reproduced the phenomenon of the first confrontation, disappearing without a trace in my attention without a trace. I am well aware that ideological spells have already worked on me, but it is still impossible to clearly determine the time of this effect.

Nonetheless, I am still happy, no, it should be said that in this complex emotion and thinking, there is indeed a factor of "excitement". Only this opponent can concentrate his attention again-deep down in my heart, it must have been like this. Hard fights, chaotic wars, dangerous wars, and any crises that have occurred once in a while are all things I did not want to encounter in the past. I had hoped for all to go well, but at this moment, I was craving the opposite.

It's ironic.

In this ironic situation, I seem to see the trajectory of fate. Since when, when, and for what reason, have my encounters produced such ironic changes? In the process of capturing the spiritual integration device and the personality preservation device, there are many things that cannot be expressed in words. Let yourself deviate a little bit from the original idea, until finally, went to another road that is completely different from what was expected.

This should not be the case.

Although, I inevitably had hesitation, hesitation, repetition, in countless confirmations. Only then did I strengthen myself and my beliefs, and have my own consciousness. This should be the process of my growth, but in this process, there was no "rising". In other words, the feeling of "sublimation" is like falling in an abyss that cannot be seen. The process of falling has grown, but it has no positive effect on "falling in the abyss" itself. Even, it makes me feel that the speed of my fall is constantly advancing with the progress of growth. It's almost like, your own growth will only make the fall accelerate, or-the acceleration of the fall, creating the illusion of growth?

I held my mouth tightly. Hold your breath and try to use an inner force to contain these constantly divergent thoughts. Why, in the face of such a powerful enemy, at the moment of falling downwind with her, can't focus on it? The kind of schizophrenia that I have each has a confused consciousness, I am becoming more and more distinct.

I seem to be able to hear voices that are not my own, no, I should say. Feeling that voice seemed to sound in my mind at any time.

The Wizard of Spades appeared within the scope of the chain judgment observation, and she stood behind me. I don't know if that was the illusion formed by the conscious spell in my perception. However, without any hesitation, without any precautions, I rushed to her. I wanted to make a little more judgment. After all, the super speed can give me enough time to act, but I dare not think at this time, or that uncontrolled divergent thinking cannot be fully invested in this In battle.

It must be that the pressure is not enough-this kind of instinct allows me to ignore all the traps the enemy will wait for myself, so I attacked unpredictably, maybe, I was expecting that she could be more insidious and make more The terrible trap puts me in a great pressure of death.

Only in this way, only the fear of death stemming from the instinct of life can suppress this subconscious mind divergence. In any case, for life, "survival" and "reproduction", if not the most important, are the most important part, aren't they? Since it is the most important, let me focus on it!

The Wizard of Spades was clearly in front of us, but the fluctuation of the attack came from the side. It was simply grasped. This is a fleeting opportunity in high-speed movement. As long as I continue to run in this direction, it will be inevitable. Eat this well. But even so, I still think about other things, doing those philosophical self-questions and answers in my mind. I ’m ready to eat hard, if the pain and serious injury, or, the feeling of "do n’t do anything, it will make me hurt or seriously injured" can force the divergent thinking to hit again, Even if it is really impossible to avoid enemy attacks, it is not a big deal.

I have decided that as long as the mind continues to diverge, I will not dodge the enemy's attack and use this pressure to oppress myself. However, under such circumstances, the body still naturally moved. On the occasion of a sudden attack, around the hand deep from the side, staggering the steps, rotating the body, the arm blade draws a sharp arc.

Just before the hand touches the body, the blade feels as if it is cutting into something. At the moment, the gray fog spell in the **** wizard's hands also produced a violent explosion, and a cloud of fire almost rose up against my body. However, my body has been flying at high speed, and the scorching and expanding impact of the explosion, although it is closely followed, has never been able to catch up, and really hurt me.

How fast is the explosion impact spreading? I have never confirmed it, just know that it is fast and fast. In the normalized state of the normal world, even in the case of pseudo-speed sweep, this explosion close to the side is almost inevitable to bear its impact, but pseudo-speed sweep can transform this shock into a driving force , And the prosthetic body can withstand the impact of this shock. However, this is definitely not the case today. My speed exceeds my imagination of the limit of the ability to swept superpower. At this moment, I felt that myself and the world where the shock was being cut by this terrible speed. The shock chased me, and the difference between them seemed to be a few centimetres, but it was the difference between heaven and earth. It can never reach me.

In the world, there are only two colors, black and white, as if solidified at this moment and turned into a stale photo. And I am in the image solidified on the film. The only thing that is still moving. It is also like electrons leaping out of their original orbits through violent movements. If, what they have observed and affected everything outside is the atom surrounded by my electron. Well, at this moment, my own observation angle of the surroundings, and even everything I involve, this "atom" is precisely because of my electronic transition. Produce an essential change.

I ca n’t describe it more accurately. My language ability is helpless to describe the situation at this time, and it is extremely pale.

In this case, my attention is still not focused on the enemy. Involuntary movements of oneself, and the result. These bizarre scenes that I have observed are full of a sense of deja vu, but taken for granted.

There is this kind of thinking, beating:

--too fast.

Thinking is presenting the content in a form of dialogue filled with both visual sense ...

It went on to say:

——The so-called 'fast' is a reference phenomenon, which can also be described as an illusion of rhythm.

It's not like thinking, but talking to someone ...

——It doesn't need to be faster than every reference at every moment, only at this moment, faster than what is used as a reference.

-Within this immediate range, you need to use mystery. Let you reach a faster rhythm than the reference object.

Is it obvious who you are talking to? This memory is so vivid.

"Gaochuan!" I know it's you! The young Gaochuan who died, but was eaten by Jiang, and the former Gaochuan. Gao Chuan walking on the opposite road!

When I called out the name and thought of the figure, he stood there vaguely, right in front of my eyes, in a solidified world like black and white photos, like a ghost, vain and vague, vaguely About, stand there!

What I know, I already knew that I should n’t think about it, and everything related to him should not enter the scope of thinking at this time. However, nothing can stop it. My mind is like a wild horse, a gear that rotates too fast to stop. Perhaps, from the beginning, I should not have seen him, or, after seeing him, I should have forgotten him.

However, I cannot forget that because his appearance was not the result of his own power, but also because he was also "Gaochuan".

Yes, this guy was dragged back violently by "Jiang". This is a situation that even Super Color and Super Doroth can't predict.

Who can imagine that a "virus" can actually eat the concept of "death"? Although the superstring theory can indeed explain this phenomenon, it is nothing more than to readjust the structure of the "energy string", but this level is completely beyond the knowledge of "Jiang", or rather, the ability to "Jiang" Speculation of scope.

Eat "death"-such a vivid statement, but it is definitely not understandable, and people can take it for granted without hesitation and take it for granted.

My impression of this "the strongest Takakawa so far" and the meeting with him were certainly not accidental, nor were they merely hallucinations caused by the legacy of information.

The voice rang in my mind again:

"I had a dream. When I walked up the stairs, I saw a faceless person standing there, but couldn't walk to his side. I talked to him, but he just stood there silently to me Laugh. I want to know who he is, so I went up the stairs again today. He stood there again today ... "

Now, he is standing there, standing in the self-world of "Gaochuan" that only Gaochuan can see.

He said this:

--do you know? Gao Chuan, speed swept faster than anyone else.

My thinking is like his speech, his figure is hazy and chaotic, it seems to exist, but it does not seem to exist, but my thinking is like he is talking:

——It may be difficult to feel the secret from superficial phenomena and direct experience, but there is no doubt that the essence of its operation is such a thing, a kind of deception, interference, and even forced change of yourself and goals The rhythm of things or the power of rhythm itself. In terms of superstring theory, it is also the closest to the essential force, because the core of superstring theory is the vibrating energy string. Isn't it? Rhythm and frequency are the inherent properties of vibration.

"This is not something humans can do." I answered.

——Yes, so this is not the strength of Gao Chuan itself.

Juvenile Gao Chuan Mirage, borrowing my thinking. In this way: As a special patient with Doomsday Syndrome, the only patient with Doomsday Syndrome who has a real human body but can enter the Doomsday Illusion is actually rejected in the Doomsday Illusion, unable to obtain superpowers and even Mage Patterns like others Kind of mystery.

"But. We still have it." I said.

——Yes, what we have is not something that belongs to us. That is……

"Jiang, Super Colors and Super Dorothy's interference."

Therefore, the mystery held by Gaochuan in the illusion of apocalypse is originally the same as plug-in. No, this is not entirely appropriate. Because "Jiang" is inside "Gaochuan", in a sense, it can be regarded as a part of "Gaochuan"-a part of the disease.

"So, Gao Chuan is special."

"All Gaochuan is special."

"Before the awakening of Jiang, this kind of speciality lurks, but it exists. After the awakening of" Jiang ", this kind of speciality cannot be avoided anyway."

"This kind of speciality brings power, almost essential power, but it is not the power that Gao Chuan can control. In the doomsday illusion, it manifests as a mystery, beyond imagination, that can interfere with the essence of the world, but when it comes into play Time. In fact, it is 'Jiang's activity.'

"Everything involving Gaochuan, once separated from Jiang, is considered ridiculous and wrong when viewed as two situations. It is meaningless. The impact of Jiang on Gaochuan is from the infection of the virus. It has been there since the moment. And this influence is far more profound and closer than the relationship between 'virus and patient'. "

"'Jiang' and 'Gaochuan' are two sides of one body, but different parts, but the existence of the same whole is inseparable and extremely complicated, so that it is impossible to give up."

"Doubting" Jiang "and rejecting" Jiang "means splitting oneself from the physical to the spiritual, forcing oneself into an extremely unstable and incomplete state."

The illusion of the young Gaochuan who seemed to exist and did not exist stood in front of me like a ghost, so telling me so, the secret rooted in the essence of Gaochuan-these words, although they are my thinking, It is both my thinking and he is talking to me-such a feeling makes me irresistibly convinced and accepted for granted.

Human consciousness is so wonderful and so complicated. When it changes, the resulting feelings are so taken for granted. Even though it is conceivable to analyze and understand, it is always presented in front of yourself as an established fact. Just like destiny, the destiny you can feel, when you can feel the existence of destiny, determine the reason for its existence, and know the clues that it already exists, that is, "the row left when walking through the beach before Footprint. "

The same is true of consciousness. When you notice that you are different from before, and you are aware that you are changing, you have actually completed this phase of change. And let you know that "change" itself is not a prediction of the future, but only the footprints you left in the process. To say "resist this change" is actually ridiculous and ridiculous, because the change has been completed from the moment you notice and decide to refuse.

Can't resist, can't repel.

The appearance of the young Gaochuan illusion is the same, as is the influence of "Jiang".

If this is true.

The battle I had imagined, the battle against myself, the battle against the illusion of the young Gaochuan, and the battle against "Jiang" actually started long before the battle was decided. When you are ready to fight, the battle has come to an end. When you realize that you are fighting, the result is already born.

I suddenly understood that the irony of life, and the growth in the fall, the reason why it exists.

It is this deviation between "awareness" and "consciousness development" that keeps me from growing up and walking on the path I envisioned, always a step behind.

The essence is because I always distinguish myself from "Jiang", so that I can't keep up with the changes promoted by "Jiang" with "Jiang" as the core.

—— "Gaochuan" is unchanged ~ www.readwn.com ~ However, "Jiang" is changing constantly, violently and at high speed.

The illusion of young Gaochuan, in my thinking, tells so.

——If you can't keep up, you will die. If you distinguish the two, you will die. I am already dead. However, if it does not want me to die, I will not really die. Because, I and it are not two splits, but one with one body.

-I, love it, so, knead together, love it.

—— Gao Chuan will not die, so it will not disappear. It will not disappear, so, I will not really die.

——I am Gao Chuan, I walk on my own way, I think I am right. So, are you correct? Gao Chuan, I am watching, your death.

My spirit split into two halves, a distinct gully, presented in the dialogue of thinking. On this boundary, standing here is me, and standing there is the faint teenager Gaochuan Phantom. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please read at m.)