Chapter 64: Chatting with the Virtual Personality Adam

Chapter 64: Chatting with the Virtual Personality Adam

Chapter 64: Chatting with the Virtual Personality Adam
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It was neither alive nor dead. If a little pressure was applied, it would become a dead part. Everything in this city was completely corroded by a strange force, exuding a disgusting smell.

The decadent king stood motionless in the depths of the alley, wearing the standard gentleman's clothing of Western civilization, which looked extremely abrupt in this city full of oriental charm. It was like the flying fairy of Dunhuang appeared in the oil painting of the birth of Venus, and a blond and blue-eyed realistic Greek god appeared in the painting of a thousand miles of rivers and mountains. The needle-like feeling of being polluted and tempted in the spiritual intuition had not yet dissipated, and it seemed that there was a pair of eyes watching him in the dark. He stretched out his hand and grabbed in the air, and then he remembered that his "scepter" was still in the hand of the half-body dozing in outer space.

“This is also a good opportunity to establish contact with the Earth.” He muttered to himself, then denied himself, “Never mind. The aesthetics of the City of Disaster are too poor. I don’t like these weird things.”

The Decayed King walked out of the alley and came to the mysterious city in this unknown era. The corpse-like pedestrians around him noticed him and pointed curiously. They spontaneously surrounded him and muttered something that seemed to belong to the Chinese language and literature system but with strange pronunciation. The Outer God looked at them, with a mysterious expression on his face, which was probably "the source is speaking".

"The telegraph kiosk didn't even try to disguise itself. It's so perfunctory. It seems that the City of Disaster not only has no artistic aesthetic ability, but also lacks the level of activation."

He said this, somewhat nonchalantly, inspired by his feelings: "This place will be materially weak, physically corrupt, and spiritually dead."

The curse of the gods fell, and the wind of decay swept across the entire city in an instant. The brick and concrete buildings emitted a dull roar, as if a giant dragon was breathing quietly. Neon lights flickered and went out wherever they passed, broken circuits burst into sparks, and the dirty river water turned into dead water, with only dead fish floating up. The smooth paint on the surface of the building quickly peeled off, revealing the inside that seemed to have been eroded by rain for a thousand years. The ground lost its activity in a very short time, gradually turning into a grayish-white color like burnt paper, as if it was made of piled up ashes.

The pedestrians who were approaching turned into black ashes. They did not collapse immediately, but continued to stand in the same position as before.

Then they all collapsed in the next second, leaving only the skeletons of plants, and the ruins of the city were shrouded in thick dead ash.

The decayed king exhaled gently, and then - the ashes hovering in the sky suddenly boiled up like boiling water, rising from the ground and rushing to the top of the sky. It was like a gray-black giant tree that was growing like crazy, covering the entire world at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, stretching out countless hideous and twisted branches, and fiercely piercing somewhere in the sky. Dark red blood flowed out from the cracks in the sky, forming a blood-red waterfall hundreds of meters long, dyeing the lifeless land red.

"Pah!" Something was thrown to His feet by branches made of ashes. The ground shook, rumbling like thousands of giants running on the earth. This polluted city was about to collapse along with the space.

The decayed king lowered his eyes slightly, and the pitch-black towering tree behind him collapsed instantly. Thick fog-like ash enveloped the object, turning into chains and seals that penetrated it. He looked at the mass of flesh and blood squirming at his feet, and after a moment, he smiled without any smile.

"It's just the tip of the activated source."

He said, “How dare you look down upon me?”

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An earthquake occurred in the island of Binxi at night, not big, only about 3-5 magnitude. The members of the Storm Church stationed there rushed out to check, fortunately there was no trace of occultism or human intervention, and except for an old and dilapidated house that collapsed in the earthquake, no one was injured.

At this time, the instigator had already returned to his villa in Backlund. Edward Vaughn was drinking tea leisurely. The Decayed King had taken back his power and returned to the bottom of his consciousness.

In his hand, he held a ball of black, surging ash, inside which was a red, indescribable mass that seemed to have life.

There is one thing that needs to be determined urgently.

Not far away, Amon sat cross-legged on dense vines, holding a copy of "C++ is the most beautiful language in the world" in his hand, thinking hard, pulling out his hair one by one. If an ancient scholar passed by, he would light up the fragments on the spot. He was completely immersed in the ocean of learning, and at his feet was a black crow with white eye circles, with its feet facing the sky and foaming at the mouth.

Seeing the Outer God coming back, he quickly supported himself with his hands and tried to stand up to ask for advice. But when he saw the other party striding towards Adam's position, he sat back down as if nothing had happened and continued to fight against the crystallization of the old civilization.

"?"

Adam, with his head down, heard the footsteps and felt the approaching breath. As soon as he looked up, he saw the outer god who had tortured him for more than a hundred years threw something aside and stretched out his claws towards him. He moved subconsciously, but chose to give up struggling.

The Outer God had a serious expression, and stretched out his hands to cover both sides of Adam's head, his fingers fixed on the back of his head, his palms covered his ears, and his thumbs just touched his temples. This action of directly controlling the fatal point made Adam clench his fists instantly, his pupils erected in a defensive posture, knowing that it was futile, but he still tried his best to build countless layers of mental fortresses.

Although he had long lost his extraordinary characteristics, he had lost the possibility of "extinction". Fortunately, thanks to his "virtual personality", he was still able to split his consciousness and memory, dividing important information into pieces and hiding them in the corners of countless mental islands. Even if the Outer Gods wanted to obtain information from him, it would be as troublesome as looking for the necessary books in a huge unclassified library.

...Of course, despite the trouble, my methods have not really succeeded many times because the other party is unexpectedly patient.

The outer god's cold forehead pressed against hers, and two pairs of inhuman eyes, one blue and one gold, stared at each other through their foreheads, and neither of them closed their eyes.

Their contest began for the umpteenth time. But virtual personalities do not grow, and his opponents have already found the most efficient way to deal with him in the long confrontation and research. When he realized that this invasion did not come from the center of his eyebrows or temples, but that the hands that held his head gradually changed their structure and form, and suddenly pierced through his ears and the back of his head, which were almost defenseless, Adam reacted so violently that his pupils stood up and his scales clasped tightly without leaving a gap, but it was too late.

Those hands were not hands, they were weapons, the roots of plunder.

His brain was being invaded, just like every time in the past one hundred years. The Outer God looked at him coldly. They were of different races, opposite ideas, and civilizations. He looked at him just like his original body was writing the history of mortals without any ripples, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

The gods from outer space cut open his flesh and picked out his bones with a sharp, knife-like scrutiny, calculating how much it was worth. Adam heard the sound, but not through his ears, but through their direct contact on the surface of his cerebral cortex. It was a sound like the wind blowing through leaves, gentle but extremely hypnotic and aggressive. Hundreds of layers of defense were violently breached one by one, and the pain in his consciousness fell on his "flesh" and turned into light electrical signal stimulation, sometimes chilling, sometimes burning like fire. The outer gods meticulously monitored these signals, confirming which area to mobilize to stimulate them to mess up his brain and spirit faster.

Adam roared, trying his best to resist it all. Every part of his body was transforming into the form of a giant dragon of the mind. However, the layers of branches that bound him quickly strangled his sharp claws, wings that could roll up the wind, and his strong and powerful body. The tips pierced his body through the gaps between his scales like needles, and used his dying spirit to force him to calm down. Just like giving an animal being dissected adrenaline to maintain its life, these spirits kept him awake, calm, and willing to continue to suffer torture at the hands of the Outer Gods without resistance.

"really……"

The voice of the Outer God rumbled in his head, and huge waves rose in the ocean of his mind. Islands were shattered one after another. An invisible hand stirred the sea water, grabbing his own clone from time to time, crushing it, looking for the information and memories he needed. Adam's consciousness was completely disordered. He felt cold all over, and the pain had temperature, which could be recorded as a series of strange and bizarre pictures. His spirit was stained with a withered and cold breath countless times. According to the records, it would take him at least 20 hours to rebuild his form and spirit after this.

"You and He both know about Bansi Island..."

"It was my pollution that made Him forget it."

The sound of confusion whizzed through his chaotic auditory system. The Outer God acted decisively and was experienced in many battles. He mobilized his sweaty body by directly stimulating various parts of the brain. After the extreme pain, he changed his strategy like alms, and used the method of big stick and sweet date with extreme skill. His senses were forced to operate at a high speed with difficulty, secreting too much joy and fabricated pleasure in his mind and five senses, and using happiness and ease to disintegrate his consciousness after the pain.

No, no, that's absolutely... But it was no use, He did feel a kind of happiness that appeared out of nowhere and should never have existed.

After the extreme cold, there was a sudden heat wave. The spring was compressed to the extreme and then suddenly spread out. The ecstasy and joy that went against his will rushed into his mind. This was a torture that was more unbearable than pain. His stiff limbs and body began to soften, and the small branches drilled into his fists, expanding them little by little, making him completely weak.

Resistance is useless. Resistance is useless. It is meaningless. Give up struggling. There was a brief blank in Adam's consciousness. He didn't know what to do, what he could do, and even had an impulse of self-destruction that made him simply give up thinking and resistance, and surrender everything he knew and thought. He was just a virtual personality, and there was no need to bear these damn tortures on behalf of the original body. There was no humiliation in surrendering and failing, and being invaded and dominated was worth joy... These ideas that did not belong to him would wander around in his mind for a long time, and finally be taken away and collected by the Outer Gods.

He is like a fish, blowing bubbles on the shore, and within each bubble are chaotic thoughts like a disordered dream.

After a long time, Adam felt his head lose its support and drooped down, almost bending at a right angle to his spine. He realized that the vines that bound him were only loosely holding him because he had given up resistance long ago. His golden hair was wet with sweat, and Adam was not even used to the feeling of breathing. His confused consciousness told him that the air was red, and dragons should breathe with gills in the water.

The Outer God's roots had been restored to the shape of hands. He picked up an unknown fraction of the pollution in the City of Disaster and sealed it. Adam stared at the hands, pale and slender, with distinct joints, wearing black half-finger gloves that looked like they were real, as if they were really just a pair of hands, and there was really a person standing there.

The Outer God glanced at Him, then turned away without giving Him another glance.

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When passing by Amon who was deep in thought, the Outer God suddenly stopped and looked down like a class teacher who would suddenly appear behind a student - Amon was still reading the first section of the first chapter.

If He remembered correctly, about two hours had passed. And if you don't practice, what can you understand by reading this theoretical book for a hundred years? It is better to go to the Steam Church to steal Roselle's manuscript and learn the Gundam manufacturing techniques from scratch.

"And you, Amon." The Decayed King said sincerely, "If you can't learn it, don't learn it. Anyway, there are no computers in this era."

TBC
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When I was thinking: What was I thinking about?

When writing: What am I writing?

After writing: What I am writing

Why did I write such a mysterious thing about Adam, a common incident? I hope I am OK.

"Your resistance and persistence are meaningless to me. I can invade your brain and control your cerebral cortex, modify your cognition and your thoughts, and weaken your body-linked consciousness to control your behavior. If you don't resist so much, the most efficient way for me to extend my tips into your body and take root and sprout is to detect it. This is quite gentle. I am very curious about the heart and bone structure of the dragon... But I think these are too dangerous. The accompanying pain may completely damage your neural consciousness at any time. After all, I don't want to kill you, so can't we have some friendly and peaceful intelligence exchanges?"

Decline said this while holding Adam's chin.

A lot of strange images appeared in my mind.
Decline is officially here (not just an official appearance, it’s like a thunderbolt at the opening), I wonder what everyone thinks of Him now (……

*Edit: Actually, this is a very normal predation behavior, right? They are not from the same species. After all, there are many animals and plants in nature that will poison, anesthetize, excite or induce hallucinations before slowly digesting their prey. There is no need to think in a weird direction.

(End of this chapter)