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Chapter 333. The All-Knowing Eye (1)

Jiang Jianxin glanced at the card in her pocket and noticed that the masked queen on it was indeed stiff and motionless, seemingly devoid of any spirit. She asked her intuition in her mind:
Is it possible to touch this way?

Of course, if another truth extends its thread of truth towards it, it can instantly reach it.

The answer, according to Truth, is this.

[It's a good thing it's gone. You don't know, but this emotional truth is like a parasitic vine among all the branches of truth.]

[Soft, helpless, and pitiful?]

Jiang Jianxin said subconsciously.

Intuition was displeased and replied:

[...Who told you that dodder is weak, helpless, and pitiful?]

That's clearly a savage invader crawling all over you, sucking your blood and eating your flesh! Its only power is to erode you, engulf you, and devour you.

You don't really think it's taking up my communications just to talk to you, do you?

Intuitively, the handwriting suddenly enlarged, emphasizing:
It wants to eat me!

However, it discovered that I communicated via signal mapping, and since I didn't extend any truth threads, it couldn't find me.

Therefore, once the truth is obscured, it disappears.

Jiang Jianxin covered her mouth. Even though it had nothing to do with her, she still broke out in a cold sweat after hearing the thrilling description of the answer.

But it's alright now. I'm the answer to everything—how could I not know its hunting methods?

Intuition calmed me down.

[I chose the signal mapping method, rather than the direct delivery of truths as others do, precisely to guard against emotional truths.]

Jiang Jian thought for a moment and asked:

[What would happen if emotional truths sought out and confused truths?]

Intuitively, I answered:
[Escape, or be eaten.]

……

Black Eyes Pharmaceuticals, Hypnosis Room.

"Uh……"

Lin Xin'an slowly opened his eyes, as if he were rising from deep water.

The lights in the hypnosis room were off; the only source of light was the flickering candle on the table, casting a fleeting shadow in the dim light.

His gaze focused on the cluster of flames, his pupils contracting slightly.

After a long while, a hoarse voice finally escaped from his dry throat:

"Am I... number 1 now?"

The candlelight flickered violently, and the light and shadow cast on the wall distorted accordingly.

A hoarse, deep voice came from behind the chair, like rusty gears slowly turning:

Yes, you are now sequence number 1 in the omniscient sequence.

Lin Xin'an's gaze was fixed on the flickering flame, and he suddenly covered his temples with both hands.

Memories are like silk that has been roughly torn apart, and important fragments disappear into nothingness like a painting that has been eaten away by worms.

He remembered that he had once been an important person, but the specific meaning of "important" was rapidly slipping away from the edge of his consciousness.

Those emotions that should be vibrant and those unforgettable experiences have now become blank canvases shrouded in gray fog.

He tried hard to recall why he was there and why he was sitting in the hypnosis chair.

But all my thoughts hit an invisible wall.

Those once vibrant emotions—joy, sorrow, anger—have all faded into black and white photographs. He can no longer feel his own existence, as if observing a stranger through glass.

You are Lin Xin'an, the omniscient sequence number 1, and a "diplomat."

The voice behind the chair emphasized again, its tone clearer than ever before.

In the past, the branches of truth confused him, and truth always communicated with him in a vague whisper, as if separated by a thick veil.

But at that moment, the sound was like a bell tolling through the fog, carrying some kind of ominous premonition.

Lin Xin'an stared at the cluster of orange-red flames, about to say something. But just as his tongue moved slightly, the candle wick suddenly hissed, as if someone had grabbed its throat—the flickering flame shrank abruptly, then turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated into the air.

The hypnosis room plunged into darkness instantly.

Even the air seemed to have lost its warmth, and the hoarse, deep voice that had been coming from behind the chair suddenly disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Lin Xin'an stood frozen in place, his pupils contracting violently from the sudden darkness, and his fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

He frantically reached to his side, his fingertips scraping haphazardly across the leather chair surface until he touched that familiar metal casing—a lighter.

With a "click," the faint flame flickered up again, and the moment it touched the wick, the dim yellow light spread out once more.

But just as the light embraced the room again, Lin Xin'an's breath suddenly stopped.

A long shadow was stretched out on the wall.

That was definitely not his own shadow—his figure was already thin, and the shadow he cast in the candlelight should have been thin and cramped, but what was projected on the wall was a figure a full head taller than him.

The shadow stood straight, its shoulders level as if cut by a knife, its head slightly raised, exuding an indescribable dignity and majesty.

Even more horrifying is that the outline of the shadow is not in human form.

It presents a bizarre, almost mechanical silhouette of a queen—broad shoulders and a narrow waist, with long limbs that have a stiff and regular feel. What is most chilling is that its right hand clearly holds the outline of an axe, the blade of which even gleams with a cold silver light in the flickering candlelight.

"Hello, diplomat."

A shrill voice came from the direction of the shadow, its tone as if squeezed from a rusty steel pipe, carrying a deliberately suppressed sarcasm.

Lin Xin'an's body froze instantly, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

He clearly didn't recognize the voice, and had never even heard such a strange tone before, but the moment his gaze locked onto the outline of the axe, some unfamiliar force suddenly surged into him—

"Emotions...truth."

The title slipped from his lips without warning, as if controlled by some invisible force.

His tongue didn't even have time to think before the muscles in his mouth automatically produced the sound, as if the word was already engraved in his bones and blood, becoming an instinctive reaction that didn't require any thought.

The silhouette queen let out two high-pitched giggles, the sound like a rusty blade scraping against glass.

The next second, the axe blade in its hand, shrouded in black shadow, suddenly slashed down, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound as it cut through the air, heading straight for Lin Xin'an's back.

"Om..."

Countless black shadows burst open in the air like exploding ink, and the viscous darkness surged and spread in all directions.

The candle in the hypnosis room shook violently twice before finally going out with a "poof," plunging the entire room into an even thicker darkness than before.

This time, however, Lin Xin'an did not frantically search for his lighter as he had before.

He sat quietly in place, his back straight as a pine tree, even his breathing was extremely soft.

A strange change was slowly spreading from the depths of his body—if the extinguishing just now had made him instinctively fearful, then at this moment, the instant the words "emotion... truth" were uttered, the power belonging to the omniscient sequence number 1 had already awakened.

He suddenly calmed down.

Even though it was pitch black all around, and he couldn't even see the black aura created by Emotional Truth swinging his axe, his consciousness was incredibly clear.

The feeling was as if a pair of eyes had actually grown from the back of his head, or as if thousands of transparent threads were extending from his brain, weaving every subtle change in the entire space into a picture in his mind.

—He “saw” it.

It's mid-October now, and the first volume should finish around the end of November, though it might finish earlier in mid-November or later in early December. A shorter timeframe doesn't mean the plot will be rushed, as I might add extra chapters to push the story forward. My vacation will be a month, during which I'll occasionally reappear to update the first volume's side stories.