Chapter 464: Sand Pit Boy (Part 2)
In most cases, the consciousness strength of the target is often linked to abnormal values, so he summed up a set of action guidelines, which is to only take over the body of someone whose strength is far lower than his own.
The external quantification of this standard is that the outlier value is one-third lower than itself. As long as this standard is met, Alfred can kill the opponent's consciousness without any injury.
Now, in Alfred's eyes, the strength of Su Ming in front of him was simply too poor.
He didn't sense any fighting power from the other party at all. Su Ming, who was playing with branches in the sand pit, was exactly the same as ordinary people without any abnormalities.
"Although there are exceptions like this occasionally, it's totally wrong that you are called the strongest by so many people but your heart is so weak." Alfred said to himself, feeling a little disappointed and curious.
He walked up to Su Ming and watched what he was doing.
He saw a dead insect in the sand pit, and there were rows of army ants around it. The ants were crawling back and forth around the insect's body, as if they wanted to carry the insect away. Su Ming drew grooves between the ants to separate them and break up the ants' ranks.
This is something that many children have done in their childhood. Alfred himself also did it when he was a child. When he was young, manipulating these small animals without intelligence would indeed make him feel a special sense of accomplishment. However... it is really hard to understand why Su Ming is still playing such silly and childish games in this pit at such a age.
"Who are you?" Su Ming suddenly raised his head and looked at Alfred with an innocent expression.
"What are you doing?" Alfred squatted beside Su Ming, "Playing with ants?"
"Play? What are you talking about? Don't you see these are two groups of ants? They are about to fight over this bug, but if I separate them like this, they won't fight. Look, if I separate the bug like this, both sides will be able to eat half of the corpse, and no ants will die."
Su Ming carefully split the insect corpse with a branch, cut the insect into two halves and pushed them to both sides with the branch, and finally drew a deep groove in the middle.
"How did you get in here?"
Alfred did not answer the other party's question. He frowned and looked at the ants, trying to guess some symbolic meaning from them, but he could not think of a suitable explanation.
Does the dismembered insect represent Su Ming himself? Su Ming used a wooden stick to separate himself and gave himself to the two ant armies, thus avoiding a confrontation between the two ants. This has a sense of sacrificing one's life to save others, which is in line with Su Ming's sacrifice of his own life and giving his body to him.
But...it doesn't seem to be the case. It feels a bit too far-fetched.
"Why would you stop them from fighting? They're just ants," Alfred asked.
Su Ming looked at Alfred innocently, a little puzzled, as if the other party had just asked a stupid question.
"A lot of ants will die if we fight! Are you going to just watch them die? Obviously, all we have to do is separate this dead bug and everything will be fine."
"But this...ha...this." Alfred laughed dumbly. He was completely speechless at this childish kindness.
Is this what Su Ming is like? Naive and childish, overly idealistic, and completely immature.
Maybe it was just Su Ming's own strength that was powerful, not his mind, so Su Ming lost his life for it.
"How did you get in? This is my world. Can you please go out? I have important things to do, and you should go back to where you should go." Su Ming stood up and said to Alfred.
The sovereign consciousness of the conscious world began to appear, which meant that he had no chance to continue to understand Su Ming's inner self and had to fight Su Ming.
"Sorry, this place of yours belongs to me!" Alfred grinned grimly, stepped on the ants, and rubbed and crushed them with his shoes.
He attempted to influence the external manifestations of this self by destroying the stable laws of this inner world. This was the easiest way to understand Su Ming's self in a short period of time.
Sure enough, when he saw the ants being crushed to death, he showed an extremely shocked expression, stared at Alfred angrily, and shouted: "What are you doing! You crushed them to death!"
"It's just an ant, there's no need to get so excited, right?" Alfred sneered.
Su Ming punched Alfred, and his fist landed on Alfred, but the opponent's body didn't even move an inch. Even Alfred was surprised at how weak Su Ming's strength was. His spirit was really just that of an ordinary human being, so weak that it was unbelievable!
"boring!"
Alfred waved his hand, and Su Ming's body was torn apart like a piece of drawing paper.
The destroyed Su Ming's consciousness quickly dissipated, and the surrounding light dimmed. Alfred sneered and waited, his curiosity about Su Ming suddenly disappeared.
He was like a gourmet who walked into a high-end restaurant ready to enjoy a delicious meal, wanting to try the ultimate delicacy that he had reserved for half a year, but ended up tasting only home-cooked dishes without any special features. That feeling... is indescribable... It can only be said to be extremely disappointing.
Now, he became uninterested in anything related to Su Ming.
"Sure enough, it's better for me to have this body. It seems my super intuition is right." Alfred said lightly.
The surrounding scene completely dissipated, and everything returned to the dark nothingness. Alfred waited in the dark nothingness for a while, but nothing happened.
He was slightly stunned and frowned, feeling something was wrong.
Since he has destroyed the consciousness occupying this body, he should now be the master of this body.
But why is he still here? Shouldn't he return to the real material world?
The next second, Alfred suddenly felt a terrifying pressure that he had never experienced in his life. The oppressive feeling that was so powerful that it was shocking suddenly appeared at a certain moment. The moment it appeared, the weight of his body seemed to suddenly increase hundreds of times, and the muscle support of his whole body disappeared in an instant.
What followed was a feeling of weightlessness, as if the soul was falling!
Alfred knelt on his knees in the pitch-black void. His "body" made up of consciousness was being torn apart. The feeling of consciousness being torn apart was different from the feeling of real flesh being torn apart. It was an unspeakable fear, which manifested itself in the inability to concentrate and uncontrollably distracted.
He wanted to concentrate, but the moment he concentrated, he felt the fear as if he was on the edge of an abyss. However, suddenly all the feelings disappeared and he lost all ability to think until he "woke up" again in the next moment.
The moment he "woke up", his first thought was that he no longer existed... not in any corner of this world.
It was as if at a certain period of time in this world, his own existence was completely erased, his consciousness disappeared, and he returned to nothingness... until just now when he had the chance to survive.
The alternation of life and death tormented Alfred's nerves. The concept of time disappeared. The past, present and future were all controlled by a certain existence.
To him, the meaning of time lies in how that terrifying existence will deal with him, and the value of time lies in his ability to imagine the other party's thoughts and interests in him... But he cannot understand the will of that existence! It is unpredictable.
In the void, right above Alfred, a pair of eyes slowly opened.
The pressure that Alfred thought had reached its limit increased again, and his own presence suddenly became clearer and stronger than ever before!
But this was not a relief, but a greater torture, because the sense of existence was so strong that he could not change or manipulate it. He felt that he would be here forever - the state was fixed! Everything was fixed! His will and feelings were also fixed!
He felt like a nail hammered into a block of burning iron. Unless the evil blacksmith pulled him out of the hot iron, he would be doomed to endure the torment of hellfire, which was even more devastating than the intermittent loss of consciousness just now.
What on earth is going on? Whose eyes are those?
Alfred's thoughts began to become unclear. He didn't know how long he had been thinking before the name appeared in his mind - Su Ming!
The duration of thinking might be only a moment, or it might be hundreds of years... He didn't know.
Die! Die! Die, die, die! !
I’m dying!!!
"Because you are an ant, there is no reason to save you; because you are an ant, it doesn't matter if you are destroyed? So you want me to treat you like this... I understand." Su Ming's voice rang out in the sky, and then echoed and spread throughout the void, with the lingering sound.
His voice no longer had the innocence and frankness from before, but instead carried a playful and moody tone... casual, and unpredictable.
The moment these words appeared, Alfred found that his existence began to dissipate, and he noticed that his thoughts began to diminish.
Get out! You must get out of this world of consciousness! This world of consciousness is too dangerous!
At the most critical moment, the collapsed Alfred finally remembered the most correct choice. As an invader of the conscious world, his supernatural power enables him to withdraw from this world at any time!
The supernatural power was activated——the escape failed!
"Huh? You don't want to? There's no need to be so excited. It's just an ant." Su Ming's voice came with a hint of smile in his words.
In Alfred's mind, some information was being deleted - the person speaking was Su Ming, I was going to die, what kind of existence was Su Ming, why was his conscious world like this...
There was also the comparison of the strengths of other S-class specialists, the emotional perception of his own existence, and everything was disappearing at an uncontrollable speed.
Alfred could sense that these things were being torn into pieces. He could no longer think about those torn things. He wanted to choose the order in which these precious thoughts should be shredded, but he was powerless. After a fraction of a second, he had forgotten who had spoken just now, and he had also forgotten what he had done to the ants.
A moment passed, and there was little left for him to think about. Although there was still a lot of thinking material, that material could no longer be used for thinking. His thinking ability was weakened to an extremely low level. He could only desperately maintain the last and most important will - to escape from this world!
Cold, majestic, mocking and disgusted eyes silently watched the tiny ant.
Then, the eye blinked.
…
"Squeak-squeak-squeak-squeak--"
The sound of mice squeaking reached his ears, and Alfred suddenly woke up. In the pitch-black environment, he could see that there were mice all around him. The mice touched him intimately with their whiskers. He moved his forelimbs and saw his furry paws - he had turned into a mouse.
Great, I survived, I finally survived!
Why am I...wait...so happy? Why is he so excited?
Alfred, the mouse, fell into deep thought, and then he remembered a vague feeling, and he was sure that something very terrible had just happened.
But what terrible thing happened? Why didn't I remember anything? And shouldn't I be reborn in Su Ming's body? !
“Squeak, squeak, squeak!!!”
Alfred let out a sharp scream, scaring his brothers and sisters around him and causing them to flee in panic.
He could finally think quietly.
But he really couldn't remember anything. He only remembered that something terrible had happened and a pair of terrible eyes.
Besides... he shouldn't have survived, he should have died under the gaze of those eyes.
The reason he survived was because of that blink of the eye and the thought that he still remembered and kept repeating in his mind - escape from here.
Damn it! What happened when he was trying to take over Su Ming's body that caused him to fail and end up being reborn in a mouse! He was reluctant to part with Chen Yi Jue's body!
Damn it! He was definitely fooled by that guy. No one would die in vain. The super intuition that made him die was fake!
I'm going to kill him! I have to kill him!
Alfred screamed in his heart. At this moment, he had no idea that he had lost something extremely important and difficult to regain. His logical chain was very confused. The loss of memory during the process of possessing another body made him mentally uncomfortable and he felt uncomfortable all over!
But he finally calmed down and figured out what he needed to do most right now.
That is to leave here, find a place with people, activate [The Beauty of Being Human], and get back a human body.
…
At the top of the mine, Su Ming strode down in the warm and humid summer breeze. After killing Alfred, he stood there and waited for half a minute, wanting to experience the feeling of being possessed by another person and then failing to do so.
He believes that this rare experience will create rare experiences and will become some valuable experience for him in future battles.
But unfortunately, he failed and didn't experience anything. Apart from the creepy headless body of Chen Yi Jue on the top of the mountain, he didn't have any special feeling. Su Ming even felt that Alfred might not have taken over another body and might have died directly.
However, his super intuition told him that Alfred was not dead. At least he did not kill the other person with that knife. He just went to another place from this body.
Although this conclusion made Su Ming a little disappointed, the final result was actually quite gratifying. At least everything was going according to Su Ming's plan.
Su Ming took out his cell phone, reread the message Jiang Yichuan sent him, took a deep breath, and nodded to himself.
"Okay, let's start the second step right away!"
