Uplifting Journey

Misty darkness, dull pressure, curled up limbs, extreme silence, constant flow of liquid

Noriaki Kakyoin wakes up slowly as the strange senses light up one by one.

A completely different experience from being a green pontiff—a stand-in body that is closer to an interference phenomenon than the essence is completely different from the physical body of a real carbon-based creature that actually exists.

But the current body seems to be far from the human being in his distant impression.

Noriaki Kakyoin, who quietly awakened the memories of the human period in the dark, became familiar with his limbs little by little, and groped on the inner wall of the narrow and tough container that wrapped him closely.

After fully waking up, he quickly discovered something strange——

There is no heartbeat tremor, no temperature sensing, no breathing rhythm, no wriggling organs. This body is like a substitute for the inner emptiness, as if there is no various internal systems of the original human beings, just like a cold machine.

——Have I really returned to reality?

The almost non-existent room for movement made Noriaki Kakyoin extremely uncomfortable. He gradually increased the strength of his body to struggle, and at the same time tried to recall the feeling when he had eyelids in the past, trying to open up the darkness in front of him.

As if detecting his state, Noraki Kakyoin suddenly felt that the container that wrapped himself like a biological cavity unfolded around him like a blooming flower, and at the same time, the black scene in front of him suddenly turned into a blurred vortex of countless colorful flickering——

It was a strong light that could not be blocked by the eyelids, and it stimulated his retinas in an all-round way.

Noriaki Kakyoin, whose body recovered after a burst of phantom swelling and phantom pain, suddenly opened his eyes.

Endless blue-purple halos filled all vision.

Floating outside the blooming container without gravity, the tall red-haired man silently looked at the light that seemed to melt and assimilate everything around him. After a long time, he retracted his gaze and turned his head to look behind him.

At the bottom of the blooming container, a wrist-thick black pipe extended all the way to his back. Noriaki Kakyoin fumbled with his backhand, and found that this extremely tough black pipe directly grew together with his skin and muscles.

Putting your hand on the clarinet, you can vaguely feel the flow rhythms of several different substances.

Is this a transformation of the body, placing blood, breathing, metabolism and other life-supporting cycles outside the body? Is the human being who relies on this clarinet still a human being?

But after looking around, Noriaki Kakyoin could only shake his head in disappointment—except for the alien body, there was almost nothing except the blue-purple halo, no air flow, no pressure, no gravity. In this harsh environment that is almost a cosmic vacuum, Maintaining a normal human body is the real way to quick death.

The blinding colors that can’t be distinguished from shades almost melt all human sense of distance and direction. Noriaki Kakyoin searched and analyzed this dazzling background for a long time, only to find other people who were led by clarinets or It is a hanging egg-shaped container.

After finding the law of looking for the thin black lines in the blue-purple background, Noriaki Kakyoin discovered that there are actually a lot of black lines connecting a small ball in the field of vision, and the countless egg-shaped containers are separated by a distance of about 100 meters. It constitutes a plane with a point of arc, extending all the way to the distance that is difficult to see.

And the black pipes of these containers extend all the way in the direction that is tentatively identified as down, like branched branches converging to the main trunk, gradually entangled and converged until they are hidden in the huge black-red sphere constructed by the pipeline veins.

Against the background of blue and purple, beyond a certain range, Noriaki Kakyoin could no longer identify the specific distance. He tried it, but he was still unable to confirm the length of the clarinet and the volume of the giant ball below.

The black sphere drifted quietly in the blue-purple ocean, and the containers filled with countless humans were like kites held by it, neatly surrounding it.

Those containers are also human beings, right? Noriaki Kakyoin, whose body does not support the function of shivering, throbbed in his heart. He looked hesitantly at the group of containers spread far away, In terms of the proportion of the clarinet, the one below Volume. Could it be the earth? Why are people scattered and hung so far away?

Noriaki Kakyoin immediately understood why he did this——

Not far away, a container containing human beings and a black pipe connected to it suddenly twisted wildly and wildly. In the blink of an eye, the range of tens of meters centered on it was unknown Is it covered by the chaotic scene of mosaic or BUG.

Afterwards, the blue-purple halo melted the chaos, and the container and a section of black pipe over there disappeared without a trace against the blue-purple background, as if they didn't exist in the first place.

The end of the black tube that was cut off by the strange scene seemed to scatter some matter, and then the black tube curled up and fell to the black ball below, and soon disappeared into it.

Noriaki Kakyoin had no time to be shocked by the vision, because immediately after the vision ended, the scene around him also began to blur and tremble.

At this moment, a huge amount of memory fragments ran over the soul of Noraki Kakyoin.

The same name, the same birth, but each has a different life.

The thoughts and memories of different periods of Noriaki Kakyoin in the other parallel worlds near the Eye of Heaven turned into a torrent of information fragments at this moment and completely buried Noriaki Kakyoin's self.

If it was Noriaki Kakyoin before entering the dream world, I am afraid that he would lose his position in the first place, forget where he was before, and be washed away by this torrent.

However, he is not the first novice to encounter this intrusion.

The collapse disaster in which the sources of consciousness infiltrate each other in the dream world, especially the ray of inhuman thoughts that Cheng Bin penetrated in this disaster, gave him a temper beyond the limit in this respect.

This allowed him to stand firm in the torrent of memories and thoughts, and use his own will to break free little by little.

The mosaic composed of chaotic overlapping phantoms of the red-haired man and the container clarinet, which was almost completely wrapped and dissolved by the blue-purple halo, slowly stopped the twisting changes after Kakyoin's consciousness regained clarity. Countless double images gradually converged into one room and faded away little by little, like an invisible giant that failed to chew and spit out food.

Noriaki Kakyoin violently pulled the red bangs that were floating in front of his eyes, and his face was full of survivors amidst the pain in his scalp—if he hadn't been able to sweat, he would definitely be trembling and dripping with cold sweat now.

——If his consciousness is washed away by the torrent, if he falls into the countless conflicts of consciousness caused by the torrent, and actively moves closer to the unknown unified core of consciousness directly related to the blue-purple halo, I am afraid that the current him will be the same as the container he saw before. completely devoured

.Heh, heh, this is 'reality'.