Chapter 76: The Tortured Soul

What exactly is the soul? No one has been able to give an answer to this question.

But what Orlanto knew from countless practices was that matter determines consciousness, and as long as one can fully control the body, there is no need to worry about not being able to control the soul.

"I control the most minute nerve signal transmission in your body. Do you know what that means?"

"The soul's seat is the brain, and the brain is nothing more than a 'slave' of nerve signals."

"You know the knee-jerk reflex, right?"

"Just tap the ligaments below your knee and your quadriceps muscles will contract uncontrollably, causing your calf to react by kicking forward."

"Although the neural activity of the brain is far more complex than the knee-jerk reflex, the principle is similar: as long as I transmit the corresponding neural signals to your brain, you will produce a false yet real feeling out of thin air."

Oranto's voice is like a demon—

This voice did not come out of his mouth, but appeared directly in Fugo's mind:

“Like now…”

"I didn't say anything, but your brain still 'heard' me."

“Enough…enough!”

Fear was already showing on Fugo's face.

As a high-level intellectual who was able to enter university at the age of 13, he certainly knew what Oranto's words meant.

Just like what is described in the sci-fi blockbuster "The Matrix" which was just released these two days, if there is a way to completely control the brain, then humans can be imprisoned in a completely virtual world without even realizing it.

"Haha, it's actually not as mysterious as you think."

"I'm not a supercomputer, and I don't have the ability to create such a complex and realistic illusion."

"Otherwise, there's no need for you to submit. I can control you directly with the illusion."

"But don't be happy too soon..."

"If it's a scene that already exists in your memory, or some relatively simple physical sensations, I can still simulate it perfectly."

Orlanto's teasing voice echoed in his mind again:

"By the way...don't use the movie that just came out as an analogy."

"I haven't even watched The Matrix yet, and you spoiled it for me."

"You?!" Hearing this, Fugo became even more panicked: "How do you know what I'm thinking?!"

"Could it be that..."

"You can also read the thoughts and memories in my brain?!"

He thought about what Orlanto had just said, and an unprecedented despair came over him:

Even my most private and core brain is controlled by others. I have completely become a slave to this monster.

No power to resist...

Can I just... just obey?!

etc…

A greater fear surged in Fugo's mind:

"Where did this pessimistic thought just now come from?"

"Is this how I really feel, or is this an idea that the monster is forcing on me through neural signals?"

“Damn it!!”

He held his head in pain and despair:

"Don't mess with my brain, asshole!"

"You disgusting parasite..."

"I'm going to kill you...I'm going to grind you into a paste!"

The rage that had been suppressed for so long in Fugo's heart burst out like a flood that broke through a dam, and it actually produced a kind of effect of fighting poison with poison, forcibly suppressing the false ideas imposed by Oranto.

"Under your gentle and refined appearance, you actually hide such an ugly truth, and you even use this manic emotion to resist my mental suggestion?"

"What a surprise... Alas..."

Orlanto sighed helplessly, but there was no panic in his tone:

"It seems like it will take a lot of effort."

As he spoke, he used his eyes glued to Fugo's chest to carefully observe the actions of Li Qing, Giorno and others:

really…

They didn't make any move at all, or rather, they didn't know how to move even if they wanted to.

At this moment, Orlanto's body has completely merged with Fugo.

The disgusting mass of flesh stuck to Fugo's shoulders, arms, chest, waist and abdomen, and merged with Fugo's own flesh and blood.

Even the most skilled surgeon cannot separate two people who are so closely connected.

In this case, Fugo's life is closely tied to Oranto's.

Li Qing and others were afraid to act rashly.

"Very good, since everyone is free, I will teach you a lesson!"

"Hehe... Dear Fugo, you asked for this."

Orlanto's evil laughter resounded in his mind again:

"Isn't it exciting to be stabbed by a knife just now?"

"Now let me help you simulate how it feels to be stabbed by ten knives at the same time."

As soon as he finished speaking, an unprecedented pain surged into Fugo's brain like a .

Although he had not suffered any physical injuries, Fugo could still clearly feel...

His arms, shoulders, chest, thighs... were all pierced by an invisible steel knife at this moment!

The experience of the blade cutting his muscles was so real, the feeling of the blood gushing out was so terrifying, and the endless pain made him so uncomfortable that he could neither live nor die.

"Are you satisfied?"

"The human body has a self-protection mechanism called 'shock', but..."

"With me here to help you, there's no way you'll faint from the pain!"

"Whether it's ten knives, a hundred knives, or three thousand six hundred knives of slow slicing... no matter what, you won't fall into a coma, and you won't die."

Oranto's voice was like that of a demon.

Fugo finally understood why Fernando had such a serious expression when he warned him before his death:

"It's too boring to just use a knife, let's try something else...haha!"

"The feeling of being hit by a car, being shot to death, being struck by lightning, being drowned..."

"I can let you experience countless different ways of dying, but you can only live forever in this false hell and will never reach the [ real death]!"

“Aaaaaaah!”

Fugo roared in agony.

What was really scary was that he could only roar in his heart.

Fearing that Li Qing and the others might see the situation and interfere with his training of the host, Orlanto even blocked Fugo's control over his facial muscles and vocal organs, making it impossible for him to show his pain to the outside world.

At this moment, Fugo could only bear this despair alone:

"I...how many times do I have to die? What will be the way I die next time? What should I do?!"

“Don’t… continue aaaaaaaaaaaaa!!”

Orlanto said nothing, he continued to inflict false yet real punishment on Fugo's body.

But at the same time, he was also slightly surprised, even annoyed:

Because although Fugo was in excruciating pain and completely desperate, he still did not give in.

Yes, his soul still did not surrender.

Under the repeated shock of death, Fugo's spirit was almost on the verge of collapse, but he never begged for mercy from Oranto.

"What a terrible will..."

"The average host wouldn't even be able to survive the mental suggestion of the first level, but he was able to withstand such a cruel death experience and persist until now."

"Tsk... I really ran into a troublesome guy this time!"

Orlanto cursed inwardly helplessly, and then observed the actions :

After a short wait, they seemed unable to hold back from making some small moves.

"Damn it... I can't use it without a properly trained host."

"You forced me to do this, Fugo."

Orlanto's voice turned completely cold:

"In addition to inflicting pain on my host, I also have an even scarier method... which is to inflict fear."

"Now let me go through the memories in your mind and let you experience the most terrifying scene in your life!"

As soon as the words fell...

Fugo's mind was in a trance, and the scene before his eyes kept changing like a kaleidoscope.

Finally, a bad memory that he had buried deep in his heart was mercilessly dug out by Orlanto, and then restored to the present with the most real feeling:

That was more than a year ago, when Fugo was still in college.

To be precise, it was his last day before he was expelled from the university.

The reason why Fu Ge, the genius boy, was expelled from the university was precisely because of what happened on that day.

That day, he smashed a respected university professor into intensive care with a four-kilogram copy of the Encyclopedia Britannica.

Fugo did this because he was having a manic attack, and his manic attack was actually caused by external factors.

And this external stimulus is now " replaying :

"Fugo."

"Nice figure, pretty solid."

In the university library, a male professor in his fifties was patting Fugo's shoulders affectionately and talking dirty in a frivolous tone.

"Professor, what are you doing?"

"How old are you? You're still so shy. I think you don't understand at all."

"Understand, understand what?"