Chapter 500: "Black Mist Chapter", Walker HXS083
Chapter 500: "Echoes of the Black Mist", "Walker-HX-S-083"
Jin Jiuyao was a little unwilling. He wanted to ask again whether Xiao Zi and William were using fake names, but this time, as soon as the words came to his mouth, his brain caught up - they couldn't be fake names, and they shouldn't be fake names.
Because if it is a fake name, then there will be problems with their relative identity anchors.
The purpose of the student ID card is to anchor the identity of the student with the name. If a fake name is used, when the self-cognition is overwritten by the fake name, the anchoring effect of the student ID card will be lost. In this way, the protective effect of the "Student Code" on them will also disappear.
So the question is, the existence of Lin Yi and Wei Liang now constitutes a kind of paradox. Whether they exist or not, it seems unreasonable.
Their existence conflicts with their identity.
Because when Lin Yi was luring the Nocturnal Beings, he had anchored himself to Li Huiyuan's identity, and the result of doing so was that his appearance began to distort and become somewhat distorted in the direction of Li Huiyuan.
Although he recovered in the end, if the anchored cognition is completely finalized, then there is no need to say anything more.
Therefore, the only explanation is that Xiao Zi and William do not exist. They are ghosts wandering around the campus, and after many years they have not yet walked out of the shadow that traps them.
……
On the other side, Lin Yi had been walking in the bookshelf area for a long time. Following Wei Liang’s advice, he quickly found the first book - "Echoes of the Black Mist".
The cover of this book was very old, with some strange patterns carved on it. The four words "Echoes of the Black Mist" were glowing with a faint light. Maybe it was because of Lin Yi's preconceived idea, but he knew he had found the right direction as soon as he looked at the book.
So he reached out to pick up the book, but as soon as his hand touched the book, he began to feel a creepy feeling in his heart, and it seemed that he heard some giggling sounds in his ears, like a long-lost broken puppet appearing from the layer and hanging upside down in his ear.
He took the book off, opened the title page, and a line of words caught his eyes.
"To my dear successor:
I'm sorry to make you read these words, but our meeting is both accidental and inevitable.
I don't want anyone to see this book, but when you open it, it means you have to know something.
I can't explain everything I saw, nor can I explain what I want to say. No matter what you see, please believe that it is just a story.
Yes, I must emphasize that this is a story. I need a strong enough cognitive override to anchor certain established facts into my dreams, so as to prevent Him from coming through my dreams..."
These fonts are all handwritten, and some of the characters have been heavily smudged, with serious signs of smearing.
"This book... is actually handwritten?!"
For some reason, just after reading the words on the title page, Lin Yi felt an inexplicable fear in his heart.
He stared at the words, as if he felt that they were beginning to undergo a strange change. They began to swim like countless tadpoles, forming some symbols that he could not understand at all.
He soon could no longer make out what the words said, but a deep human voice began to appear in his ears.
As the human voice appeared, the light and shadow around him began to distort. A thin mist seemed to flow out from the void, forming a strange phantom not far from him.
The source of the human voice is this phantom.
As the phantom slowly floated, a human figure appeared and disappeared in it.
The figure looked like a stranger sitting at a stall on a dim street. Under the fog, only an old oil lamp emitted a faint light.
It seemed that because Lin Yi could no longer understand those symbols, the book manifested this figure, and slowly recited the words in the book through oral narration:
"This is a story I made up. The protagonist of the story is a 'traveler'..."
"In August of X000, in late summer, I... no, the traveler set foot in Scandinavia in pursuit of some traces..."
"It has been half a year since the Black Moon Outpost was discovered by the Moon III survey team... After losing a series of elite troops, the Northern Alliance was finally willing to let go of freedom and let us, no... let the Traveler lead people into that area..."
"If those stubborn white pigs were willing to sign the agreement earlier, the losses would not be so great... but it seems that human lives are not worth mentioning in the face of their interests."
"..."
"After a long journey... the traveler finally arrived at the "Black Moon Outpost"..."
"Legend has it that the wall was built by the people closest to gods in human history to defend against the so-called 'lost souls'... Even from a long distance, travelers can still feel the heavy atmosphere emanating from the ancient city..."
"..."
"When the traveler arrived at the Black Moon Outpost, the people of the Northern Alliance had almost evacuated. The traveler spent some money to pry open the mouths of several people who were evacuating, and learned that the top leaders of the Northern Alliance learned from a group of people who like to play tarot cards that the Black Moon Outpost is about to sink completely into another world... The traveler and his friends don't have much time left..."
"..."
"… Three days after entering the Black Moon Outpost… the traveler's body seemed to have undergone some irreversible deformation… He began to hear some calls from time to time. The sound swirled in the wind, like a manic wind sweeping the snow and spreading continuously, or like an ethereal voice humming some unknown ancient but rhythmic song…"
"The traveler... wandered around the Black Moon Outpost in a half-awake state, and in a daze came to a door, no, some arches..."
"Those arches...are like plates twisted from tree roots, the patterns of gnarled branches form the frame of the door, and the blood vessels as thick as giant pythons are coiled along the door frame..." The figure's voice trembled slightly, and then continued, "Those arches are breathing...like living muscles or something else...the pus oozing out condenses into star-shaped scabs in the void..."
"The traveler tried to push open the arch, but was unable to do so..."
"He used a sharp dagger to cut through the hard crust on the surface of the arch..."
"That hard shell... looks like the shell of an arthropod, emitting an obsidian-like luster. But once it's cut, the corrupted purple-red texture is revealed..."
"The arch was cut open... It was a form of injury beyond human anatomical cognition - each arch was a festering fascia, and the sticky mist hanging from the lintel was actually necrotic nerve synapses, which were wrapped in blue-green phosphorescence... The fluorescence was indistinguishable whether it was blue or green, or some other color... It was dotted, like countless fireflies dancing over there..."
"That scene is actually quite beautiful, but in the days that followed, every time I... huh, huh... every time I think of it, I feel that it is both cult and weird, as if it is dancing some weird dance, depicting some indescribable evil ritual totem..."
"The traveler put on a special observation mirror. After filtering out most of the visible spectrum, he finally saw some hideous traces..."
"Those doors... the texture of those doors is like the hair on the surface of some strange marine creatures. Every strand seems to carry some strange aura..."
"The door... the door... no... oh no..."
"I... no, the traveler was originally looking directly at the door... but the screams around him woke him up..."
"He saw with his own eyes his assistant reach out and touch the door..."
"The assistant touched it with his bare hands. Damn it! Damn it! He had no sense of danger at all - or maybe he was attracted by the arch and lost his self-awareness..."
"After the assistant touched the door, he screamed and lost consciousness. When the traveler found him, his pupils had dilated to an unreadable state..."
"A whole new pattern was interwoven in the dilated pupils, as if some secret patterns were imprinted in the pupils..." "Those doors... those dark doors... were wrapped in black fog... deep calls kept coming from the doors, as if countless creatures were imprisoned..."
"Perhaps out of ignorance, the traveler was entangled by the call and uncontrollably approached one of the archways..."
"The archway was wriggling... opening and closing... countless fleshy limbs were slowly opening, like the mouthparts of a giant worm, bit by bit... bit by bit... swallowing up the traveler..."
The figure's voice trembled violently, his breathing wavered, and the candlelight swayed along with it, as if it would go out at any moment.
Along with the flickering candlelight, the phantom also swayed, and the figure's breathing became heavier.
"I... huh, huh, huh... I... a traveler..."
"Hoo, hoo... Traveler..."
He slowly calmed down his emotions, and finally the trembling phantom gradually calmed down, and the human figure and candlelight gradually stabilized.
"..."
"Phew--those arches..."
"The traveler escaped from the arch..."
"Those arches are not passages, but gangrene on a cosmic scale. Each one is connected to a stone wall that has been corroded by the nameless fog..."
“Ah—ah—” The figure suddenly let out an inhuman scream as if he had recalled something. “Quick! We’re almost at those arches! ‘He’ is coming! ‘He’ is coming!!”
"The Black Moon Outpost can't stop Him... No one can stop Him! No one!! "
"No...no...maybe someone can..."
"I... the traveler... the traveler should have died..."
"But just when he felt that he was doomed, several figures appeared at the other end of the arch..."
"Those are three... four... or maybe five figures..."
"The traveler couldn't tell exactly how many there were... the black fog blurred his vision... he could only see some figures shrouded in cloaks..."
"The robes... the shadows... the lights flickering in the mist... the melodious sound of the bells spreading..."
"I saw a huge clock suspended in the depths of the fog, and every tremor of the hands seemed to penetrate the ancient time..."
"Those figures... became clearer and clearer... They stood tall and straight, with resolute faces, as if they were carved from the same mold..."
"The executioner beneath the throne... the name that resounds through the abyss..."
"They pushed me out there...those arches..."
"I escaped... No... It wasn't me... It was the traveler who escaped from there..."
"Don't go back...don't..."
"don't want……"
"I said... don't go back!"
The figure in the blurry phantom suddenly spoke in a stronger tone. He growled at Lin Yi, causing the candlelight to flicker.
The phantom trembled violently, and black mist surged, gradually enveloping him and finally pulling him back into the abyss.
At the last moment when the black fog was shrinking, the voice of the figure began to become low and slow.
"I... am a traveler."
"I can't leave anymore..."
"The legendary 'Night Watcher' penetrated the layers of darkness and sent my will out of the abyss filled with black fog..."
"I've died over there... Will is like a rootless duckweed, it can be annihilated at any time..."
“In the name of a traveler, I narrate my experiences as stories and anchor them as stories…”
"The Black Moon Outpost should be exiled... It is exile itself... The world should no longer retain its memory..."
"As long as the Black Moon Outpost is still there, 'He' will definitely come back... The lost souls... will return along the same path they left..."
"I am a traveler... No... I am not a traveler... The traveler buried me..."
"In the abyss of fog and darkness..."
Having said this, the candlelight went out, and the figure was shrouded in darkness again, leaving only a vague phantom in the hidden corner.
An invisible wind blew from nowhere and quietly passed over the phantom. The phantom floated for a moment like a weightless smoke, and then dissipated, leaving no trace of its existence...
Lin Yi's perception silently retreated back to the present world. He looked down and found that the book in his hand had turned to the last page without him noticing.
The words on the page were intermittent and distorted, but Lin Yi could vaguely understand a sentence:
"... Every archway entangled with black mist is 'Him's' festering wound, and the escaping mist is the fragment of the eternal dream..."
"...The dream builders weaved an eternal dream and exiled Him...When the dream is shattered, He will wake up from the abyss and ring the bell of doom..."
"Don't let any object that carries Him appear in the world... Let all units that want to escape from the eternal dream be buried here... Let everything... When the black fog echoes..."
"I am a traveler, and I am speaking to you in the eternal dream..."
"——"Abyss Walker (crossed out) Traveler-HX-S-083""
(End of this chapter)