Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 639 Tsukuyomi? ! !

Feng Mu had no intention of using his pupil technique at this moment.

He originally planned to purify himself by burning incense and then choose an auspicious day to conduct the experiment.

But some people just don't know what's good for them and insist on running right into his eyes.

Since that's the case, he doesn't mind accommodating the other party.

After all, this experimental subject delivered to our door might be more suitable for the lottery ceremony than any "bathing and burning incense"?
Let's try out the pupil technique that parasitizes the left eye first.

Then, the tall night watchman felt the world suddenly turn upside down, all colors faded, all sounds vanished, and even the sensation of his trousers being tightened at the waist disappeared without a trace.

It was as if one's entire soul and consciousness were being sucked into a strange vortex.

When his vision returned to focus, he found himself nailed to a cross.

Countless living bones, like thorns, entwined and bound his limbs tightly.

His entire body was stiff as a stone sculpture; apart from his head, no part of him could move an inch.

The mask on his face had long since fallen off, revealing an ordinary square face completely exposed to the unknown air.

After fighting "Old Huang" for so long, even my underwear was torn, but my mask didn't fall off. In the end, I was exposed the moment I saw [Masked]?
"Where...where am I? Where...where am I?!"

Let's call the Night's Watchman "Square Face" for now.

He instinctively looked down at his feet, trying to find a foothold or a way to escape.

However, all that could be seen was a chilling, bottomless darkness.

The lower end of the cross seems to plunge into an abyss, extending downwards, with no end in sight.

That’s ridiculous!
No, whose cross is this long? That's too extravagant!
His mind went blank for a moment, and then he stiffly turned his head to look at the left and right sides.

One glance, and my head felt like it was going to explode.

Because he saw that all around him, as far as the eye could see, in all directions, stood countless identical, enormous, stark white crosses.

Densely packed, layer upon layer, boundless, stretching to the very edge of sight.

And nailed to each cross is a terrified...self?!
They had the same square faces, the same looking around, and the same ghost-like expressions.

How can there be so many versions of myself?
What kind of hellish place is this?

This must all be an illusion, right? It must be an illusion...!
As a seasoned night watchman, he was naturally quite knowledgeable and had encountered some strange martial arts or eerie monsters that could interfere with a person's five senses, causing hallucinations or auditory hallucinations.

But those hallucinations or auditory hallucinations still occur in the real world.

Hallucinations are simply a false image overlaid on the real world, or a false perception of the body (such as feeling like the body is being chewed by teeth).

The world before me seemed to have become an illusion, with only myself remaining real. It wasn't just something I had never seen before; it was something I had never even heard of.

wrong!

I may not even be real myself at this moment.

Because there should only be one true self, and here there are...

"Thirty-six thousand!"

A cold voice came from above, seemingly resounding directly in the depths of his soul, as if the speaker had seen through his doubts and was offering a compassionate answer:

"There are 36,000 of you here. Don't worry, none of them are fake versions of you. Each and every one of them is an absolutely real version of you."

You share the same memories, the same thoughts, the same perceptions; they are all your alter egos, and also your true self.

Square faces, or rather, 36,000 square faces, all suddenly looked up at the sky.

What came into view was a pitch-black sky, with a huge, heart-stopping...blood moon hanging in the sky!
As a Night's Watchman, he had reported to the Upper City headquarters before, so he recognized it as the moon, but the moonlight seemed particularly eerie and strange at this moment.

The blood moon emitted a bloody light, casting an ominous dark red hue over the sprawling forest of white bone crosses below.

Beneath the blood moon, countless figures stood silently.

Each figure, dressed in a well-tailored, jet-black suit, stood silently in circles, as if attending a solemn yet eerie funeral.

They floated silently in mid-air, forming concentric circles.

Each face wore an identical pale white bone mask, and they all bowed their heads in unison, looking down at the 36,000 square faces on the crosses below.

Thirty-six thousand square faces looked up at the same time, and thirty-six thousand pairs of eyes met [the mask]'s gaze one by one.

In an instant, the same guess simultaneously surfaced in the minds of all 36,000 square-faced individuals:
"If one 'me' corresponds to one 'mask,' then wouldn't there be 36,000 'masks' here as well?!"

In the instant that thought flashed through my mind.

Suddenly, countless masks fell vertically from the sky, hovering precisely in front of each cross. The pale masks and the square faces on the crosses formed an eerie perfect symmetry.

The square-faced man was horrified:

"Thirty-six thousand [masks] attending thirty-six thousand of my funerals, that's really terrifying."

Then, the square-faced people heard 36,000 [masked] figures simultaneously open their mouths to welcome them:
"Welcome to my Eternal Corridor, this is my world."

The sound echoed layer upon layer under the blood-red moonlight:
"Here, time, space, and even your soul are under my control. This is the first level of the Eternal Corridor, which I call Tsukuyomi."

As you are the first guest invited here, please forgive any shortcomings in our hospitality.

As the last syllable fell, each of the [masks] bowed slightly in perfect sync, a scene that terrifyingly illustrated what elegance and politeness truly meant.

The pupils of 36,000 square-faced men suddenly contracted to pinpoints.

Square Face understood every word, but couldn't grasp the true meaning behind the sentence, just like a child who heard the warning of death but didn't understand the weight of death.

There was no other reason than that every word uttered by the other party was too terrifying.

What eternally imprisoned corridor, what your world, what you control everything... Do you want to hear what kind of fantastical nonsense you're spouting?
Then, each square face on the cross saw the [mask] in front of them raise its right hand.

An arm wrapped in a black sleeve slowly extended, its index finger flicked slightly, and the skin cracked open to reveal a grotesque bone spur that plunged straight into his chest.

If one mask is like this, then thirty-six thousand masks are like this, then thirty-six thousand versions of yourself will have their chests pierced by bone spurs.

But so what?
Thirty-six thousand square-faced men simultaneously revealed cold smiles. With his iron will, he was already desensitized to the pain of a hole in his chest; he wouldn't even blink. However, the cold smile on his face lasted for less than a tenth of a second before completely freezing and solidifying!
"Uhhhhhhhh-"

The indescribable, unimaginable, excruciating pain, as if it were crushing the soul, erupted simultaneously from the wounds of 36,000 “hearts” like millions of red-hot steel needles.

Thirty-six thousand of them simultaneously let out shrill, distorted screams that were inhuman.

The sounds overlapped, forming terrifying echoes that reverberated throughout this world.

pain!
An unprecedented pain surged from his soul. How could there be such pain? In an instant, it surpassed the sum of all the pain he had ever suffered before.

Impossible. It was just a prick, how could it hurt so much?
Is this reasonable?

He was in so much pain that he was soaked in sweat, his body convulsing violently on the cross, his eyes rolling back as he tried to faint, but he couldn't. Instead, the pain stimulated him to become even more awake.

A chilling thought simultaneously gripped the minds of 36,000 square-faced individuals:

"If every version of me is real, then...?"

Thirty-six thousand [masks] simultaneously withdrew their fingers, responding once again with understanding:
"You guessed right, because there are 36,000 of you here, and each of you is a real person, so every pain is also real."

In other words, every instance of pain you experience will be amplified 36,000 times. Surprising, isn't it?

Square face: "..." *36000
The square-faced men's expressions froze simultaneously, but as seasoned Night's Watch members, each of them possessed an iron will.

They both tilted their heads back, their voices hoarse yet firm:
"So, this pain is ultimately fake. This is ultimately a world manipulated by illusions. As long as I don't believe it, I won't die, and I don't believe you can keep me locked up in this damn corridor forever."

With 36,000 square-faced brains working together, his IQ exploded during this brainstorming session.

The greater the ability, the more limitations it has.

For example, "Old Huang" cannot keep burning his soul forever, so he does not believe that [Mask] can maintain this illusionary world indefinitely.

As if to confirm his unwavering belief, a miracle occurred the instant he shouted in his heart!
On the 36,000 chests, the bloody wounds vanished instantly as if erased by an eraser, leaving the skin smooth and the muscles intact, as if they had never been pierced.

Thirty-six thousand square-faced men smiled with triumphant smiles.

"See! What did I say?!"

Thirty-six thousand square faces laughed simultaneously:
"As long as I don't believe, as long as my will is strong enough, you can't do anything to me, [Masked], this is just futile torture for you."

Yes... Ughh ...

The maniacal laughter abruptly ceased, transforming once again into thirty-six thousand heart-wrenching screams.

Because each of the [masks] elegantly raised their right hand once again towards each of the square faces.

The skin on my fingertips cracked open, and a white bone spur popped out.

The same location;
The same angle;
The same force;
It calmly and straightened again, piercing the square-faced man's chest.

Everything seemed like a rewind of time!

Thirty-six thousand square-faced figures simultaneously let out a shrill scream, then burst into a second bout of maniacal laughter:

"That's it? [Masked] You underestimate the Night's Watch. The Night's Watch isn't defeated by pain. Don't waste your energy..."

In response to him, the [masked] figures raised their right hands for the third time.

Accompanying this new wave of 36,000 screams were the heartfelt praises of the [masked] members:
"Impressive. No wonder you are a member of the Night's Watch. Your steely will is truly admirable."

You're right, I can't keep your soul imprisoned forever. When the time comes, I'll have to let you leave the first level of the corridor.

In that case, let's not waste each other's precious time and make the most of the next... 72 hours.

The 36,000 [masked figures] paused simultaneously, then continued:
"Oh, I've already stabbed you three times, once per second, so to be precise, there are 71 hours, 59 minutes, and 57 seconds left!"

Time is running out, we need to hurry..."

The faces of the 36,000 square-faced individuals instantly contorted in horror as they stared at the outstretched finger of the masked figure.

What did he just say?
72 hours?!

One second is 36,000 times more painful; 72 hours of accumulated pain is...
It's impossible to calculate, absolutely impossible to calculate!!!
Can I really last 72 hours?

Furthermore, [Masked] just said that this is the first level of the corridor, which means there is a second level?
My iron will, my iron will, my iron will... what a load of rubbish!

The piercing screams echoed repeatedly, and every second, the 36,000 square faces would refresh the wounds on his body, but his screams grew weaker and weaker with each passing second...
Feng Mu did not deceive Fang Lian; the 72-hour period was real, and the second time the Eternal Imprisonment Corridor occurred was also real.

The Eternal Corridor can be a Tsukuyomi Space, but the Tsukuyomi Space is not entirely the Eternal Corridor.

Just as all squares are rectangles, but not all rectangles can become squares—Tsukuyomi is merely one layer of the "Eternal Corridor".

The essence of the original Tsukuyomi is to forcibly drag the recipient's consciousness into the Tsukuyomi world constructed by the caster.

In the world of Tsukuyomi, all time, place, and mass are controlled by the caster.

The enemy will suffer immense physical and mental anguish in the illusionary world, and the pain suffered by the opponent is exactly the same as the pain in reality.

To put it bluntly, it involves using illusions to deceive the five senses, to torment the consciousness or soul, and ultimately feedback back to the body.

However, it must be made clear that this method is always indirect.

Tsukuyomi can only indirectly disturb the soul by influencing consciousness, but it cannot directly touch the essence of the soul.

However, the Eternal Imprisonment Corridor can not only manipulate the space-time within the corridor to deceive the five senses, but also directly apply its pupil power to the soul of the target.

To put it simply, the former is deception, while the latter is rape.

However, the latter requires stronger pupil power, while Feng Mu has only just opened his eyes, and his pupil power is not yet sufficient to fully unleash the true power of the Eternal Corridor.

However, simulating the world of the famous Tsukuyomi as the first level of the Eternal Corridor is enough.

Yes, the Eternal Corridor deceived itself before deceiving the enemy, putting on a Tsukuyomi-style mask for itself.

It makes perfect sense that Feng Mu is disguised as a "mask" at this moment, and his pupil technique is also wearing a "mask," right?
And the second floor of the Eternal Corridor...

Feng Mu had a vague and terrifying image in his mind, but he couldn't open it yet.

However, he was not discouraged.

If we can already open the first level, how far away can the second one be?
Perhaps, the missing bit of pupil power can be made up by simply taking another Marrow Cleansing Pill or another dose of gene injection to allow the spiritual power to undergo a great leap forward.
That day is not far away; it may be tomorrow, or it may be the day after...
(End of this chapter)