Chapter 418 Even Your Fear Is Part of the Plan
"Convergence point?"
Su Han repeated Mirror Su Han's words in a low voice, and the star core picked up by the tip of the gun suddenly cracked, revealing a miniature galaxy rotating inside.
Countless memory fragments fell like a meteor shower - the moment when I was hit by a meteorite at the age of seven, the burning feeling of the gene chain reorganizing in my flesh and blood;
In a previous life, when I was injected with nanorobots in a laboratory at the age of eighteen, I felt the cold touch of the mechanical tentacles piercing my spine;
Three months ago in front of the bronze door, the gravekeeper said, "Your blood is corroding the star core in reverse."
The gravity field of the corridor suddenly reversed, and Su Han fell in the center of an altar.
The stone pillars of the altar were engraved with the same star sand patterns as his irises, and those patterns flickered with his breathing.
The ground cracked into spider-web-like cracks, and what gushed out was not magma but liquid memory.
He saw countless versions of himself falling from different timelines. The body of General Xuanjia turned into sand when it touched the ground, but left behind complete oracle bone symbols.
“Every form of death is an unfinished equation.”
Mirror Su Han's voice came from the bottom of the altar, and at the same time, seventeen identical faces emerged from the star sand.
The spears they raised intertwined into a light net in the void, but the starlight leaking through the mesh eroded the ground of the altar, revealing the rotating black gears underneath.
Su Han noticed that the teeth marks of the gears exactly matched the runes that appeared on his back.
Suddenly, sticky tentacles stretched out from the gaps between the gears and wrapped around the nearest mirror clone.
The pale face of the gravekeeper emerged on the surface of the tentacles, and Su Han's shocked expression was reflected in her transparent pupils:
“See, even your fears are part of the plan.”
The trapped mirror image suddenly revealed a strange smile, and the blood that splashed when the tip of the gun pierced his chest turned into new gear parts.
The star core beat violently in Su Han's palm, projecting a holographic star map.
The position of a certain blue star in the picture kept flashing, corresponding to the coordinates of every major event in his memory.
When he probed his consciousness into the star map, he was dragged into a flood of data - he saw himself being placed in a cultivation chamber as a baby, with an artificial star core implanted in his chest;
Seeing himself die in different identities in different eras, each death injects new energy into the bronze gate;
The most shocking thing was that when he traced back to the beginning, he found that the so-called "meteorite impact" was actually a precisely calculated gene-triggered event.
The altar suddenly tilted, and Su Han grabbed a bronze chain as he slid to the edge.
At the end of the chain was another self - Su Han, who was ten years younger, was tied to the rack, with mechanical tentacles throbbing under his skin. The two looked at each other across time and space. The older Su Han saw the screen floating next to the rack showing the progress bar of genetic modification, and the younger Su Han suddenly spoke:
"You finally remembered?
The burning sensation you felt when you first awakened was actually the star core devouring your pain nerves.
The sound of gears meshing suddenly intensified, and the entire altar began to decompose into quantized form.
Su Han felt that his limbs were becoming ethereal, but he could still clearly feel the pain coming from his non-existent wrist.
Countless memory fragments condensed into a sharp cry at this moment: "Every choice you make is strengthening the system's protective shield!"
The voice came from the resonance of all the mirror clones, and their faces merged in the void into one face that combined the features of all ages.
Liquid memory suddenly materialized into the form of a gravekeeper. Her body was made of flowing star sand, and every pore was emitting data streams:
“Know why your gunshot wounds are never fatal?
Because your vital signs themselves are system error prompts! "
When she pierced Su Han's chest, what came out was not his internal organs but a constantly refreshing code interface, the most eye-catching of which was a red warning that read:
【Subject consciousness pollution level 99%】.
The star core split into two halves at this moment, one half merged into Su Han's spine, and the other half was embedded in the groove in the center of the altar.
The entire space was filled with the roar of an organ, and Su Han saw his reflection in all the mirrors making shooting movements at the same time.
The moment the bullet passed through countless parallel worlds, each self died in a different era.
Some were decomposed into light spots by nanorobots, some showed satisfied smiles when their hearts were pierced by ancient swords, and the strangest version was that there was a version of him who calmly walked into the laboratory and activated the brain-computer interface with his own hands.
“That’s the real cycle.”
The gravekeeper's voice came from all directions, and her translucent body began to decompose into a rain of star sand.
“Every time you think you’re getting closer to the truth, you’re resetting the parameters of the system.”
Su Han found that his memory was being rewritten, and the thousand-year reincarnation he had just experienced began to blur. Only the burning sensation of the gun tip and the feeling of a foreign body in his spine were particularly clear. (End of this chapter)