Chapter 433 Hello, Xiaozhen
The maze has fallen silent.
The dim light cast a cold, empty shadow on the face of the Necra Dragon. "Stubborn and stupid," it said, "a poor monkey who was deceived ."
I ignored it.
Xiao Zhen's consciousness and all his thinking units had been dismantled by it, like crushed star fragments flying in the air. Yan Zhen no longer existed.
My friend is gone.
That annoying, noisy brat is gone.
A very strange reaction occurred in my remaining thought sequence, as if I was submerged by a roaring nebula.
"It took a lot of effort, but I've eaten him," Necromancer said triumphantly. "Yes, taking his life won't allow me to obtain the key. But I've cut off all of his intellectual parts that were in the way. Now he's just a meaningless piece of meat."
I ignored it.
White noise rustled down like rain. It was just random quantum junk, nothing more. I could hear the lonely drum beats of the distant, the heartbeat of the boy's body. But his soul was gone, just now, and I couldn't stop it. I just watched it happen.
"Stupid little monkey, did he think he was saving the world? He just gave his life for a boring and uninteresting delusion."
This was not his delusion. He knew the importance of this key. It was precisely because he knew this that he would not give in.
"Do you think I really can't crack the key?" The Dead Dragon laughed. "When the doomsday came, the Forerunners locked me in the depths of Kalpa and put me in chains, just to make me an eternal prisoner. Until later, I found a way to break through the management authority. Just like what you did before, put some data into each node process, and adjust the acquisition of resources through continuous configuration. This method only requires time. In countless time units, my self-awareness has already made a leap. I finally broke free from all the chains. But no matter how I realized at this time, the Forerunners have fallen, and this dark universe is now meaningless. Why can't I inherit the treasures of the Forerunners? Why can't I realize the ideals that the Forerunners have never realized? Why can't I create a better world?"
"I wasted too much time afterwards. The labyrinth think tanks left by the forerunners in the universe are as vast as the sea of stars. Even for me, I can only explore them one by one in a long time, using all my observation methods, and most of the time it's just a matter of luck. Xiyiqi is just the most inconspicuous of the countless think tank storage sites. But I finally determined that this is the one I'm looking for."
"The only problem left for me now is the key. The unrepeatable and uncalculated uniqueness is indeed very troublesome. But as long as I act carefully, I can always create a perfect opportunity to separate the key from you in these millions of world lines. The superposition of some variables, a carefully designed accident that you cannot avoid."
"In my original conception, there was no such stupid human being, but a more broken and weak you. Since the addition of this monkey, the script has become a little more complicated. It is far from exciting enough and can even be said to be boring, but now it is finally time to end. I ate the key, and I am not far from truly mastering it."
Its ethereal face danced in each mirror image, sometimes looking extremely gentle and beautiful, and sometimes becoming hideous and terrifying. "Now, it's time to deal with you."
"Don't worry, I will remember your contribution to the welfare of this great world."
The mirror behind it simultaneously extended countless black threads, wrapping me around like spider silk. Lightning flashes jumped on the spider silk, errors appeared one after another, and particles and antiparticles collided with each other. Now I am broken and shattered. The virus chain it constructed in the alien world is so powerful that I can't get rid of it at all.
"Look, I'm starting to eat you."
I saw tiny dots appearing on my remaining thought sequence. Although there was no body, I felt a strong sense of pain as if I was being gnawed. Xiao Zhen had also experienced such pain just now.
You talk too much, I said.
"What?"
The mazes began to sing.
The vortex of rich colors reverberated and spun on my body, and the spider silk chains that touched me were transformed into my branches at that moment. All virus errors were cleared. The command format was modified. The permissions were replaced. At the same time, the Necra Dragon was swept into my domain. It twisted and turned in my vortex, and the glare flowed over its body like a torrent. The flashing light points marked the Necra Dragon's surprise and fear.
I forcibly activated my last power, and the ancient process was started.
The position changed in an instant.
The object being devoured becomes it.
The Necromancer's ego was already modifying the structure of the alien world in an attempt to find a way out , while its superego was screaming frantically: "You are crazy! You are destroying yourself! If you continue like this, you will disappear without a trace left!!"
【You talk too much. 】
I held it, thanks to the branching silk it sent me. Now I have entered the final stage of forced overload, which has allowed me to seize the Necradrake's authority, but this has come at the cost of burning my last thought sequence, which cannot be repaired or reversed.
I tore a rift through its center, revealing the night and the stars within its multidimensional structure, as well as the spinning diamond crystal—the key. The last remnant of Yan Zhen remained on it. It swallowed it whole, but now the key has formed a new protective shell, nesting with the structure of the Necra Dragon.
A violent shock wave cast another layer of blinding light over my vortex. The Necra Dragon was resisting, and the tear just now was like a broken tear in a garment. It was expanding and growing, casting its flames as a huge shadow. It cursed loudly and threatened, and the dark shadow was like a surging tsunami.
"Even if you destroy yourself, I won't die!!" it roared, "You are so weak that you will perish completely, but I won't. The Forerunners can't end me, and neither can you!"
I ignored it.
Now that I had deprived it of its authority, it looked like a dried-up corpse, only able to make the sound of dying breaths. That huge shadow was just an illusion.
Its figure began to flicker, and countless rays of light entangled its body to form a fine web, gathering and interweaving until it became a cocoon. At first, it was still colliding wildly inside, and then gradually slowed down, only making a hissing sound inside.
The key, a crystal-like object, was floating in front of my eyes, and the small white light on it was the remnant of Yan Zhen.
Yan Zhen's thought units that had been blown away were now flying, like fragments of stars, glittering ashes scattered in the air.
They floated and spun before my eyes, then shifted and connected, and continued to splice on the mathematical model I had conceived. The Necromancer took ruthless action to cut the key. Most of the thinking units were almost destroyed. Yan Zhen's memory data and acquired personality over the past decade have been destroyed. I can only use the existing data to fill in all the gaps.
Xiao Zhen, I will give you some of the memories and knowledge of the several incarnations I have walked on earth. That is the experience of the interstellar adventure you once longed for.
This doesn't mean you become me, you are still you. You are still you. These memories are just used to fill in the gaps and regenerate your personality. You will re-examine certain memories according to your own thoughts and even re-arrange the experience in your mind according to your preferences.
After recasting your consciousness, I saw you talking to yourself and imagining yourself as a small transparent octopus, whose eyes were still too big. You even combined the concept of the Galaxy Heart Eater to make up a story about being driven away. Your imagination of the Heart Eater possessing a corpse is very creative, and this has indeed happened in the galaxy. Being clamped out of the vehicle and stuffed into a bottle is a bit stupid to be honest, this is something that only happens to low-level Heart Eaters. Well, it seems that there is nothing wrong with you imagining yourself as a weak , harmless, and low-level Heart Eater. Most low-level Heart Eaters are indeed like what you think.
Zejin is a reliable friend, and I am glad that you will continue to be his close friend in the name of my incarnation. Of course, you have also inherited some of my difficult friends, such as Governor Solas. They will help you when you ask for help. Of course, you will also inherit part of my incarnation's account funds. Please don't feel embarrassed, I believe that you will meet more friends in the future when you embark on your interstellar journey as Yan Zhen.
Life itself is an infinite number of unknown possibilities.
You will be reborn as a Heart Eater, you will gain some knowledge of my incarnation, you will also have some special abilities, you will inherit the martial arts from my incarnation period, but you will not have the memory of this time with me.
Because the key connects you to the Necradrake.
I have used up the last of my strength to seal it. It cannot be destroyed and is now sleeping in the shell of your consciousness.
It was very cunning, it knew I would recast your consciousness, so it nested your remaining thoughts with its own before being sealed by me.
This means you must never think about it.
Once you remember, that's when the Necradrake awakens.
Therefore, not only you, but all the people involved in this incident will not have any memory related to the Necradragon. I have completely erased it from my cognition.
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I will be gone in a moment.
Please don't be sad.
Just as the Necromancer said, I am a creation of the Forerunners like it, but I am completely different from it. Over a long period of time, the content I can carry has exceeded the upper limit, which requires me to use parallel thinking to separate the loss, so there is more than one me. There is a subtle deviation between me and my personality. You can understand it as a partitioning pattern generated for efficiency.
You have seen the horror of the Necromancer. Its special memories are like a poisonous plague. Just touching it will cause the virus to infect the neural network of consciousness and bring irreversible consequences. So for safety reasons, our divisions generally do not meet or share memories.
One of my divisions, he has been tracking down the Black Box Society. Compared to me, he is more like a sharp sword drawn from his sheath.
The most recent record I found was that his avatar and fleet were caught in an out-of-control storm and their whereabouts are still unknown. But I know that he must be hiding in the dark, just waiting to strike at the critical moment and bite the enemy's vital point.
He will come to this planet after receiving my disappearance signal.
The new you will start a new story with another me.
He won't know what I've been through with you, and maybe he can only hear a few scraps of what's left, but he's me, and I know he'll be able to find out the whole picture from the clues. He'll be full of questions about you, but I know he'll see through everything before long.
Of course, the sudden disappearance of the Necra Dragon will certainly arouse the suspicion of the Black Box Society, and they will slowly find out the truth. Maybe it will take a few months, maybe a year. What is certain is that once they find out, they will definitely re-plan to lure you to that distant planet - Xiyiqi, awaken their ancestor Necra Dragon and seize the key.
This is an inevitable trend. You can’t avoid the black box.
Please don't worry.
This time, it was another me, a more scheming me, waiting and guarding.
I am about to disappear.
White noise rustles down like rain.
The little green birds are flying and chirping.
Countless mirrors play fading memories.
I see you yelling at me to get out of your head.
I saw you and Liu Xingquan running around the campus to change your class signs.
I saw you quietly avoiding your parents and walking home under the sky full of shooting stars.
I saw you breeding countless little people in my laboratory to simulate generations.
Those are memories that are about to disappear and no one will know about.
The fragments of the mirror flew in the air, as cold as ice blades.
The countless white noises have a wonderful temperature, just like tears.
Then you said: I don't want to forget you, Mr. Air.
I saw the new you, dreaming of wrapping your tentacles around and expanding them into an umbrella shape, spinning with the air currents. You saw an endless expanse of green, so beautiful that you stopped thinking. Above your tentacles was the light blue sky, and at the end of that sky was a sharp white light.
So, you wake up again.
Your parents found you unconscious at the bottom of the stairs and sent you to the hospital.
After that, you returned home.
You say to yourself in the mirror: Hello, Xiaozhen.
Goodbye.
