Love, death, and false man

Chapter 73, Page 69. The Ultimate Phantom Pain

The longing in the fire escape instantly surged to its peak, and pairs of eyes were filled with fervent anticipation.

"But... how do we do it? It's strange to just have a simple social gathering, isn't it? It's too obvious, like a target matching for the purpose of connecting."

"Of course we can't do that. It would be better to have a hobby group for exchanging ideas."

"Sharing interests... but apart from ACG culture, we don't have anything worth mentioning!"

"So you're saying the only matchmaking options are female ACG fans? Are you kidding me... The ACG community isn't a goblin's sanctuary anymore; it's been taken over by popular people. Male models, cosplayers, photographers—there's no place for us in this slutty party, you bastard!"

"A photographer? To become a photographer, you need equipment, Photoshop, a workspace, and the cost of learning, which is a considerable investment."

"Completely wrong. Photography is useless. This profession doesn't offer any filters or advantages. It just provides more opportunities for interaction. It still relies on modeling and finances. The only people you can hook up with are those who are just after small gains."

"The topic is getting more and more off track. This is just a social gathering, not a job. The current difficulty is finding a common interest in the group. ACG won't work."

“That’s right, you’re absolutely right. A simple dinner party with only verbal interaction isn’t enough to create a bond that binds you together. You need shared interests with real-world experiences, like diving, cycling, mountain climbing, or skiing. You can organize outdoor activities like that and travel together.”

"As expected of Brother Wen, our shared interest in outdoor activities has created a 'shared experience' in the process. No matter how much connection ACG enthusiasts make, the bond is just a loose thread. But with a specific event as an anchor, the thread is twisted into a rope. In the primitive natural environment, biological instincts are more stimulated. We get rid of the constraints of social interpersonal relationships and go straight to the stomach."

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Is it my imagination? I see it! I see hope!"

The high school seniors, who were originally like walking corpses, seemed to have been infused with souls, and their eyes regained their light.

Wang Ying smiled with relief. Yes, she couldn't go to the Cold Wonderland, this man-made Park Chang Paradise, this swamp of flesh decay, the sex management place that the hypocrites desired.

Due to the changing times, the concept of forcibly taking women from the countryside has long since disappeared, because the hidden and roundabout extreme materialism has been engraved in our DNA, from being semi-automatic in feudal society to being fully automatic. Therefore, it is difficult to say whether civilization is regressing or progressing, or perhaps it is just moving closer to a deeper level.

The end of some indescribable abyss.

But during Lieutenant Greene's summons, who called himself the Salvation Army, Wang Ying had already glimpsed the future and witnessed a corner of what lay at the end of the abyss—the entire history of organized entanglement, controlled and manipulated by the Soul-Sucker and the pseudo-humans.

Any dangerous idea that could shake his tyrannical rule would be immediately eradicated.

To grasp the definition of [love] is to grasp procreation. To grasp procreation is to grasp population. All numbers grow or perish according to the predetermined path set by the Lord of Souls.

The monster, disguised as a human, possesses the right of first night like a medieval lord. After taking away Wu Xie's innocence, it distributes her to various places at different levels.

Anyone who attempts to resist this rule, or fails to become a supporter of it, will have their genes erased from history.

This is [Hard-Boiled Wonderland].

"Damn, that sounds awesome! I have to start cycling, camping, mountaineering, and skiing right now!"

Fang Yan was also affected by the environment and emotions. The senior high school students who were obsessed with sex were not fighting alone. He was also sexually repressed and just as sexually frustrated!

He didn't see through anything at all; he just had the mindset of a pure high school student. In Fang Yan's view, the reason why so-called adults and kind elders were so awful was definitely because they had such a miserable youth. They couldn't stand seeing young people doing well, so they retaliated by imposing their will on others, trying to make all their descendants repeat their tragic fate.

Each generation has its own Valorant, and the ancients are still trapped within it, pulling more people down into the abyss. The present generation, however, must be liberated from this cruel wonderland.

Fang Yan has such a fiery temper, I don't care about anything else! I have to start club activities immediately, and become the harem king! I'm determined to be one!

Nie Shan's eyelid twitched.

Wang Ying, interesting. Goblin Chef/Chief, unable to read instantaneous thoughts, a soul fire intensity exceeding 1024 joules, and just now he said he possessed all the high-definition resources of adult films in history.

We can make a judgment now.

Although the members of the Old Gods Church are eccentric, they have their own unique logic and would not do such a thing.

To put it simply, this man named Wang Ying is definitely a member of the self-proclaimed Salvation Army terrorist group.

And without any attempt to conceal it, he used false language and thought generated by satellites and synchronized with his actions, as if he were being sent to kill someone, and he himself became the bait.

but……

It's useless! It's useless! No one can resist the Lord of Souls, no one can resist the rule of this supreme deity, the sole sovereign. Any influence you have will be directly implanted into those who disobey by releasing neuro-electromagnetic pulses through high-powered satellites, creating false memories, false texts, false events, false reports, false will, and false thoughts.

The alpha meson polarization lens switches to an asymmetric diffraction mode, projecting a 12.5 kHz topological signal into the basolateral region of the amygdala. Φ-γ coupling oscillations occur in the prefrontal cortex. 5-hydroxytryptamine-containing nanoliposomes are injected into the spine. When abnormal discharge of the limbic system is encountered, a three-level neural synaptic rupture protocol is initiated.

Direct mind control! All great and profound thoughts are nothing but grains of sand in a sandstorm, drops of water in a tsunami—meaningless. No one can escape.

Nie Shan received Luo Di's order to check out what was going on at No. 6 Middle School. The situation was indeed quite complicated, with many hidden talents. If it wasn't dealt with soon, things would turn upside down.

"Ha → Haha↑ Haha↓".

Nie Shan suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, his face contorted, the muscles on both sides of his cheeks twitching rhythmically, pulling his cheekbones into a deformed arc. It was hard to imagine that a human could display such an expression, and the corners of his mouth almost reached his earlobes as he bulged out.

They thought they were just there to catch a petty thief who committed murder, but they ended up stirring up a den of terrorism.

All eyes were on him, this guy…

Nie Shan pointed at Wang Ying, saying the gun was cocked.

"Diving? Cycling? Mountain climbing? Skiing? Are you kidding me! Stop dreaming!"

Haven't you noticed the common thread among these outdoor hobbies? Putting aside the exorbitant costs of training and equipment required for scuba diving, even if no financial support is needed, time is still the most valuable resource.

Dear senior high school students, do you really have time to mess around with these trivial matters? The college entrance exam is coming soon. Even if you get into your ideal university afterward, that will be a test server of a cruel wonderland.

We will inevitably arrive.

The economy is a mysterious force, like the weather of society, cruel and harsh. The economy... is nature, and humans cannot defy nature.

People's time is controlled by others, and the remaining years make it difficult to do too many things personally, so the premise for establishing relationship ties does not exist.

'Short-lived' and 'long-lived' are species from two different worlds, if they are forcibly combined as you say.

Ultimately, this only leads to a vicious cycle of pain and mutual blame, a process that becomes extremely lengthy, exhausting, and leaves one scarred for life, much like phantom limb syndrome.

This is... the real hell! Haha ...

Nie Shan laughed wildly.

For people who are sexually repressed, this is the ultimate level of despair.

It's as if all the silent weight has found a crack, encapsulating the wailing of the entire cultural famine desert into the cruel rings of time.

All that remained was despair.

The eerie light still shines from the EXIT emergency exit, turning the entire fire escape into a veritable hell.

10/15—10:30
The school bell rang.

All their hopes were shattered, and the group of sexually repressed seniors returned to the classroom numbly.

After giving Wang Ying a meaningful look, Nie Shan also left the fire escape and locked onto a target worth paying attention to.

Only two people remained in the fire escape.

Wang Ying paid no attention to what Nie Shan said.

Who do you think is the real enemy?

"what?"

"Forget what I said, comrades, the war... is about to begin."

After leaving those words, Wang Ying departed.

Fang Yan was left bewildered in the hazy smoke. Accomplices? War?

And then there's that guy's incoherent ramblings.

Fang Yan sensed... an extremely dangerous atmosphere. Was the urban legend, the spy survival show, about to escalate and intensify?
But it doesn't matter.

Looking at the new text message from Ye Yutang on his phone, a sense of extreme foreboding grew stronger.

(End of this chapter)