The feeling of being on the verge of losing control is not a good one. Tang almost thought that his personality would be decomposed directly because of his own thoughts. Every spiritual worm came to life and became a new consciousness, assimilated by the Euclidean space itself.
"Because that is not my memory, it does not belong to the history of the current "me". The future is uncertain. Even the most powerful prophet can only predict a sign, a revelation, not the fact that the real future will definitely happen."
That kind of thing does not exist in the world of mysticism. The future is changing all the time. There are countless extraordinary people who are good at divination and prophecy who get revelations from the spirit world all the time. Every time they get it, every future will change.
In mysticism, "future" has always been a word that is equal to the revelations obtained by "divination" and "prophecy". No one can be sure what the future is. Even the dreamer, the dream dragon Angerwede, and the dream angel Adam, who is now a sequence 1, have the authority of "the declared future will definitely happen and become a reality", but they cannot really control the future.
Euclidean space has the ability to observe, but there may also be an "unobservable" characteristic in the future. It is like a disaster locked in a Pandora's box. No matter who opens it, they will suffer horrible damage.
The sequence is not enough, the extraordinary power is insufficient, and the anchor point cannot provide stable support. The knowledge of the "absolutely correct future" will be crazy, which will cause the observer's spirit to disintegrate and completely become a monster with distorted time and space.
And that gold coin is one of the keys to open Pandora's box.
"It's a terrible phenomenon. The observation of Euclidean space is not absolutely safe. It is dangerous in itself."
Tang thought of the first time he went to see the situation in Euclidean space. If he didn't have crazy knowledge to filter the information, he would be out of control in the first time because of the flow of information that he could not process.
The extraordinary world is really dangerous. God knows why he will go to a dead end that he can't turn back.
"But why does my future self warn me like this? And what will the future hold?"
After becoming Sequence 1, did he jump to a non-adjacent path and ascend to the throne of God like Emperor Roselle did?
"The power of yesterday's reappearance spell spread far, so far that it shouldn't be possible to only see me, Sequence 1, in the mausoleum."
The line is clear, as if if he crosses this line, he will encounter unpredictable dangers and die completely crazy.
Moreover, every time yesterday reappears, this scene appears. Although this also has his subjective factors, he can't have been promoted to Sequence 1 in the mausoleum, nor can he have stayed there after becoming Sequence 1, right?
And this phenomenon, this self-stabilizing thing, has a special mystical term to describe it.
Anchor point.
Is he, Sequence 1, his own anchor point to some extent? Helping him stabilize himself, giving his past self strength, and giving his future self a clear understanding?
Sequence 1, powerful enough.
So, he knew that he would definitely become the secret servant of Sequence 1. This was not pollution, but a constant anchor point and filter in the Euclidean space. All the processes of borrowing power from the future before this point in time would directly point to the Sequence 1 self, rather than progressing in the future direction...
No, I can't think about it anymore.
Tang's head ached slightly. Even if he was not in the observer state, his spiritual intuition still frantically reminded him not to think about it anymore, which would lead to a terrible disaster.
Tang took out the Sun Scepter and gave himself a psychoanalysis in the electronic sound of the system, using the extraordinary power of the operator to make himself subconsciously stop thinking about the corresponding content.
Sitting on the high-back chair, Tang collapsed like a caterpillar, his bones seemed to have been taken away, and he stared at the ceiling blankly.
I can't muster up the energy, as if I have lost my fighting spirit. After a brainstorm, Tang just wants to lie here lazily, do nothing, and lie there until the end of time.
A voice faintly came from his head, "Don't think about it anymore, let things develop, let it go." Tang did not respond to the thoughts hidden deep in his heart, but quietly collapsed on the chair, silent.
After a long time, he slowly sat up, got up and left, and went to chat with his dear mother who was attending class with a group of "college students", and then was gently signaled to shut up by the other party.
The secret puppet professor on the podium:...
The accompanying secret puppet student:...
System:...
Tang:?
Ah no, I am your most beloved baby, mom, don't you love me anymore?
The core of the theater: Haha, laughing to death.
It determines that the treatment of this lady will be upgraded! Secret puppets, show your enthusiasm! Delicious food and drinks!
It's going to piss this idiot off! Out of control! Quickly out of control!
Mrs. Boyanka still looked dignified, with a smile on her face, but some wrinkles could be seen as she grew older.
"Be quiet, Tang, don't the, uh, rules you issued say that you shouldn't fight during class?"
Tang:...
He opened his mouth, but was speechless.
Okay.
The professor was talking about, uh, sorry, he's not really good at dealing with poetry collections...
Unconsciously, Tang fell asleep.
When he woke up again, it was already an hour later.
'Host, you have slept for a long time~ Mama is so gentle, hehe~'
That seems to be my mother...
'But host, your spirit seems to have some problems...'
The system has all the information about Tang. In addition to the special spiritual body, the digitized host panel allows the system to quickly analyze the problems of its own host.
"It's okay." Tang rubbed the red marks on his face, smoothed his hair back because of his sleep, and used the power of the faceless man to quickly restore it to its original state.
One after the other, with Madam Boyanka, in the obviously more enthusiastic attitude of a group of secret puppet students, they left the classroom and sat on a bench next to a busy square.
Tang said nothing, as if his soul was wandering in the sky, sitting next to his mother, and said nothing.
Madam Boyanka also didn't ask anything. The two of them got along very quietly, but they didn't seem stiff.
Staring blankly into the distance, Tang's anxiety about facing Amon and the future was gradually soothed under the warm sunlight. He retracted his gaze and looked at his mother who seemed to be looking at the distance. Mrs. Boyanka also looked back when her youngest son looked over.
"It seems that you haven't rested for a long time, Tang. Go back and have a good sleep now. Nothing is more important than your health."
Just like when she was young, Mrs. Boyanka was always so gentle, with hidden concern, but never said anything to dissuade her.
Tang responded softly, and then heard his mother say, "Do you need a hug? Although my child has grown up, as a mother, I think this is what you need now."
She was incapable of doing anything else. She seemed to understand nothing, not the horror of Chaofan, not the danger of Amon, and not knowing the future.
She never took the initiative to ask about the strange behavior of her youngest son, this place related to Chaofan, her husband's departure, and the departure of her eldest son.
But she seemed to know everything, like a true wise man. When Tang almost lost control, his mind was shaken, and he needed psychological comfort the most, she gave him the most useful thing as a mother.
Tang's thoughts were at peace in his mother's embrace.
He knew that he needed a sleep now to suppress his recent anxious nerves, the fatigue and pressure accumulated from working non-stop, and the faint schizophrenia after being promoted to a trickster.
After that, he had more energy to deal with Amon and the Angel King lurking behind him.
After saying goodbye to his mother, Tang went to find a psychologist in the school clinic, who was a hypnotist of Sequence 6 in the audience channel.
After getting the control of the hypnotist's secret puppet from the theater core, Tang installed a 'bionic secret puppet' module for his new secret puppet, set up the corresponding personality, and conducted a formal psychoanalysis.
As a trickster, he must always pay attention to his own mental state because his mind and body are split. Otherwise, if the anchor point effect of the ritual cannot restrain the spirit insects, he may have to divide several spirit insects with their own will to sing.
After coming out of the school infirmary, Tang went to find Olson again and asked him to help watch the newcomers.
"Newcomers?"
Olson looked puzzled. He looked around and asked suspiciously, "New secret dolls?"
"No, they are all normal people who have no or only superficial contact with mystical knowledge." Tang said, "Most of them are abandoned children. I will find someone to deal with the few who need special treatment. Don't worry."
"Are you planning to treat this place as, um, an orphanage?"
Olson hesitated for a moment and said such a word. "But I have no experience in taking care of children."
"Learn, maybe you can learn it after learning." Tang spread his hands, "By the way, Olson, how is your potion digested?"
Olsson is a Sequence 5 Traveler. Since the problems within the Abraham family and the high-ranking demigods have gone crazy, it is difficult for travelers to digest Sequence 5 potions, or they dare not to advance.
And now, in the never-ending theater, this place will not go out of control because of the muttering of the full moon. Olson has also expressed his desire to try to advance to a Sequence 4 Mystic.
"I have the extraordinary characteristics of the Mystic in my hand. Well, I can try to advance in a while." Speaking of this, Olson was startled. He looked at his friend in front of him several times, "Have you digested the potion?"
No, no, no.
"Sequence 4, Trickster." Tang raised his lips and pointed at himself, "I'm already a demigod."
Olsson was stunned for a moment. No, how long have you been a demigod?
"Who did you kill?" He asked subconsciously.
Which unlucky guy ran into your gun?
"A sequence 4 devil."
Tang replied calmly, of course, without narrating too much. After all, if he continued, there would be a lot of things to talk about.
Even though he had known each other for a long time, Tang had not planned to reveal all his past.
In front of the petrified Olsson, Tang waved goodbye.
Back in his room, Tang told the system, "I need to sleep well for a while. This time may be just one night, or it may be a long time."
"Do everything according to what I planned before. If you encounter special situations," Tang was silent for a while, "Ask your main system, or the theater core, the war bishop. If it is very urgent, call me up."
'Okay, host. '
The psychologist's advice is correct. He can't do everything by himself. Carrying too much pressure will really crush people.
At this time, proper mental relaxation is the best medicine.
Tang lay on the bed and exhaled. Tang really relaxed his nerves after finding the God of the Dark Side of the Universe, dealing with the brain consumption of the grandfather, and the mental shock of seeing the future not long ago.
Don't think about anything, don't think about anything.
Soft music sounded, and the system downloaded the light music that the old host liked in the knowledge base and played it out.
Soon, the host's breathing became steady, and his consciousness settled into the sea of subconsciousness. With the help of psychoanalysis, he cleaned up the mental garbage and relieved the mental body split caused by loss of control.
The system thought that it should do something.
So, the system decisively climbed along the network cable to the main system.
Knowledge Wilderness: ? ?
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"Warren Jefferson, you killed four girls in half a month. Once your crime is made public, hanging will be your only choice."
In the dark room, his hands and feet were fixed to the table and the ground by invisible forces. He stared with terrified eyes but could not make any sound. The middle-aged man who looked a little sloppy was struggling hard. In front of him were three glass bottles that exuded a hazy breath, twisted or bursting.
A young man wearing a white coat and glasses, who looked like a doctor, picked up a glass bottle on the table, and the liquid inside shook with it.
"You have two choices."
"First, obey the rules of the territory and be hanged..."
"Two, I choose two!"
The middle-aged man shouted in fear.
"It's the right choice." The young man in the white coat sighed.
"Who are you? Why did you tie me up? I just killed a few people. Even without me, they wouldn't survive for a few days!"
The young man in the white coat didn't answer the middle-aged man at all. He walked over slowly and poured the liquid in the glass bottle into the middle-aged man's mouth.
"In this way, you are a hunter."
Red Sacrifice Path, Sequence 9 Potion, Hunter.
After drinking the potion, the middle-aged man coughed. He felt that he was elevating himself to a higher level, as if he was experiencing some degree of...
"This, this is..."
He widened his eyes. The young man in a white coat beside him raised his eyebrows as if listening to something. Then he continued to pick up the potion on the table, without any concern for the digestion of the potion, nor whether someone would lose control and become a monster.
"No, don't!"
He picked up the potion of the 'provocateur' and continued to drink it under the horrified eyes of the middle-aged man.
(End of this chapter)