Ghost knife pirates of the pirate king

Charlotte let his thoughts go and just muttered the time silently, one second and two seconds. When he read three thousand eight hundred and thirty two, he found that his right sleeve had split open at some point.

It wasn't a sudden crack.

It's not a slow crack.

But when he noticed it, it was already there.

"What on earth have I experienced?" Charlotte began to feel uneasy, and he muttered in a low voice. It seems that the next time he loses his memory, he will leave some traces on himself.

……

Four hours later, Charlotte sat cross-legged in the corner, with his hands placed steadily on his knees. There was a gap in half of the robe on his chest, stained with little blood stains, and there were bandages inside. pestering.There was a bloodstain connecting his boots to the floor, and there was no misalignment.

"I lose my memory about once every hour. When I lose my memory, I don't have time to leave any traces... but sometimes I bandage myself, which proves that it's not that I don't want to do it, but that there is power preventing me from leaving any words or images. , or the method of message transmission that I already have in my mind..."

"...And I counted the numbers silently without interruption, and there was no blank period in my thoughts. The blood stains on the ground of my boots were not out of place. I was transferred directly..."

Charlotte thought about it and muttered silently.

"Six gray walls are of no use, bravery, inapplicability, perseverance, attacking the walls for three hours in a row, no response."

……

As time passed, he gradually discovered another strange thing.

One of his things disappeared - his physiological needs. They set out in the morning. In addition to eating a few biscuits, Charlotte also picked up a few fruits on the road. Logically speaking, he should have been extremely hungry and could still eat He was thirsty, or he had three urgent needs, but he didn't have any of these. The dry food and water in his backpack were not lacking at all.

I have not eaten, and there are no food residues in my mouth, or the feeling of drinking water. Perhaps it is the power that prevents this feeling from being transmitted to myself after losing my memory.

Attack the wall for three hours and still not feel tired.

Frowning, Charlotte sat cross-legged on the ground and pressed her forehead: "Has my memory been erased, or has my memory circuit been fabricated from the beginning?"

Compared with the possibility of the test, Charlotte began to have another doubt, whether her memory of this second was actually all fake.The thoughts I just made were all forged by the memory of this second and do not exist. Or maybe my entire life is fake and only this second is real?

Smart people are always suspicious.

This kind of philosophical question that was terrifying to think about made Charlotte feel uneasy for the first time. However, he was not a picky person. It was not impossible to suppress it by force. There was a faint possibility and he continued to sort out what he had just obtained. message.

……

Charlotte, there is no time to count anymore.

Because he could no longer count anymore.

The clothes on his body had become tattered, and there were many wounds and flesh, but there was not a drop of blood.

The hair and nails on the body stopped growing.

Charlotte knew that if she were in the current situation of ordinary people, she would have collapsed and gone crazy, and her sanity would have long since ceased to exist. But even she was already a little impatient.

When he silently counted to 200 million, he lost his sense of hunger and physiological needs, making his sense of time increasingly blurry. It was unclear whether the gap between one and two was one second or an hour, so he gave up. , gave up simply.

He closed his eyes lightly and remained silent. His little face was still as white as snow, with no flaws visible. But at this moment, it revealed an ultimate tranquility, as if his sense of existence had dropped to the lowest level. lowest point.

The breath is as light as fantasy.

Now, he can no longer be sure of his own existence. There are wounds everywhere on his body, but there is no pain at all. His saliva has no taste at all. He even licked his own hand, as if licking it on the air, he felt like After being separated from this dimension and reaching another parallel point that cannot be touched, everything becomes extremely far away.

He lowered his head and saw another wound 'appear'.

"Has it been another hour? Or... how long has it been..." Charlotte stood up suddenly. Her body did not feel uncomfortable after sitting for a long time. Instead, she was as agile as ever, but Charlotte's thinking was... Unable to keep up with my body, I experienced mental and physical delays. After taking a few steps, I fell to the ground.

A person who can control the flow of power and completely control every inch of the body's center of gravity walks, but falls.

A fall on the ground was terrible. What was terrible was that Charlotte's feet shook twice more. It seemed that he had not realized that he was lying on the ground.

Get up.

any sound made

The sound did not echo, but penetrated the wall and spread.But Charlotte has long known that these six walls do not absorb damage, nor do they have extremely high defense, but they do not exist against all invisible existences.

The force of his fist, the force of his knife, and his voice could all go right through the wall.

Only he exists, but his existence in this space seems to really not exist.

This is as if it is just a memory and not real.

As time passed, Charlotte thought a lot, and finally discovered the most likely fact, that is, he did not really exist in this space.

He had a vague guess that maybe the ultimate goal of this space was to obliterate him in the fundamental sense of material existence... rather than simply in the physical body, because, after so long, he had become more familiar with his own His existence was questioned to a certain extent, and there was nothing around him that could prove that he had ever existed.

None of them.

Memories of the past become unreliable, pain, and all physical needs disappear.

It has been so long that he has forgotten many things, and his memory gradually becomes blurry.

The reason for coming here, why he appears here, how many times his memory has been erased, and his impression of the test.Even his name and identity, which should be unforgettable, have become increasingly shallow, replaced by an unspeakable fear.

That kind of emotion, where you can't find the root, can't trace the source, and seem to appear out of thin air, is more terrifying than the great fear of life and death... That's called, 'I don't exist'.

The most terrifying thing in the world is... when you question your own existence, there is nothing to prove that you actually exist.

Charlotte could no longer really tell whether the 'existence' that was doubting his own existence at this moment was himself, or whether this was another imposed memory, superimposed second by second, moment by moment, infinitely. When things are added up, every thought, memory, and recollection is a scene that has been forged and does not exist.

There was no cold sweat, because fear did not exist in his physiology, but his mental state could affect his body, so he held his arms and trembled involuntarily.

The ghost fish black knife that had killed countless people appeared in his hand at some point, and he held it tightly. He whispered to himself with an extremely nervous laugh: "Hey hey hey... you want me to commit suicide." , you want me to kill myself in the extreme state of fear? To be determined, or to deny myself completely, right?"

There was no response.

Suddenly, Charlotte laughed: "So, could it be that what I used to do, the one who lost my memory, was to commit suicide? Or to hurt myself, and when I did this, Will I become the person I was when I never thought of these words for one minute?"

"Do you want fear to drive me to death?" Charlotte chuckled strangely, but what was extremely strange was that there was no trace of a smile on his expression. The corners of his mouth were not so much raised as if they were pulling muscles. stiff.

His hand holding the knife suddenly tightened.

Just when Charlotte was about to do something to him, there was a bang in his mind.

There was a hint of deeper emotion in his eyes, which made people tremble more than fear; more poignant and shocking than despair, it was an unparalleled malice.

The eyes, hair, and purple color faded away, and a black mist as deep as an abyss surged up, swallowing everything up. It was so black that it seemed to distort light and time, the ultimate blackness.

In his eyes, this room became dark, without any light at all.The gray walls are filled with densely packed strange runes, which are transferring to each other, constructing new sentences, like a machine, operating in an orderly manner.

Charlotte was not surprised at all. He opened his lips slightly and seemed to spit out a word.

Followed by.

All of Charlotte's abnormalities disappeared completely. It seemed that there was a gap in his memory just now. Those purple eyes were looking at the knife in his hand.But this time, Charlotte clearly felt that she had done something that she had forgotten, instead of completely forgetting that she had "forgotten to do this".

Just when he felt strange, a black spot suddenly appeared in front of his eyes silently, and then the black spot expanded at an extremely fast speed.

Charlotte didn't have any fear about this, and even wanted to laugh a little, because there was nothing more worthy of fear than no change.

Almost at the same time as he was expanding, Charlotte heard what seemed like someone whispering. He tried to hear it more clearly, but it quickly disappeared. It was like an auditory hallucination, but he still vaguely remembered the sound. intonation.

call out!

The black spot expanded into an oval black hole as tall as a man.

Charlotte didn't think much, he directly stretched out his hand to touch, and then an extremely powerful suction force came from his fingertips. His vision went dark, and he was pulled into the black hole.