Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

The information about his abilities was clearly etched into his mind, just like the countless lines of code he had written, with every parameter crystal clear.

Lin Shen's thoughts were briefly "expanded".

It's like he was running on a one-way street, and suddenly a whole network of roads unfolds in front of him, with all the intersections, all the path lengths, and all the traffic rules clearly laid out before him.

His first reaction wasn't "I have superpowers now," nor "I don't have to die anymore," but rather—this ability and the beacon theory are within the same logical framework.

The core of beacon theory is "output": injecting coded motor commands into nerve endings so that paralyzed limbs receive signals from the brain and start moving again.

This ability of "illusion weaving" involves "input": injecting fake electrical signals into the target's visual and auditory nerves, allowing the brain to "see" and "hear" things that do not exist.

One method extracts signals from the nervous system, while the other injects signals into it. The underlying logic is exactly the same, only the direction is opposite.

The neural signal encoding and decoding model that he had derived countless times in the laboratory was now becoming a reality in his own nervous system in this way.

Song Yuanming once said that the beacon theory needs to be completed.

Previously, he needed to use chips, instruments, and numerous clinical trials to verify his hypotheses; now, he can directly use this capability to verify them.

He can directly inject signals with different parameters into a living nervous system, observe the feedback, and adjust the algorithm with higher precision than instruments in the laboratory.

The remaining three nodes to be verified in the beacon theory now have the fastest verification path.

Lin Shen's lips twitched slightly.

That was his instinctive reaction every time he found the optimal solution; there was no smile, only a pure understanding that the problem had been solved.

He opened his eyes and looked at Yan Ke in front of him.

Yan Ke's finger was already on the trigger at the last stroke, his reflection in his pupils, his face showing the coldness of a hunter.

Lin Shen stared at the dark muzzle of the gun, his mind devoid of fear, filled only with a newly constructed experimental plan.

Five subjects were tested.

The first experiment: to verify the upper limit of accuracy in simultaneously injecting dual illusions into five people.

Variables: Number of targets: five people; hallucination content: "auditory implantation of shooting command + visual distortion of teammates' faces as targets".

Expected outcome: All five shoot each other.

Error tolerance range: ±0.1 seconds.

His mental power exploded the moment he opened his eyes, like an invisible net that instantly covered the entire nervous system of Yan Ke and the four Black Stone mercenaries.

The neural links of five consciousnesses appeared in his perception at the same time, like five computers connected in the same local area network, with each computer's port, IP address, and firewall strength clearly displayed in front of him.

His fingers twitched slightly in the darkness, and a faint silvery light emanated from his fingertips, like a waveform jumping on an oscilloscope.

The first signal injection: auditory pathway, forging Yan Ke's voiceprint, with the message "Fire!", signal strength set to the highest priority, covering the auditory cortex of all five people.

The second signal injection: the visual pathway, which distorts the activation pattern of facial recognition neurons, replacing the teammate's facial features with Lin Shen's facial features, with the signal synchronization rate set to ±0.05 seconds.

Two signals were injected into the nervous systems of the five people almost simultaneously.

The pupils of the four mercenaries dilated at the same instant.

The captain's command rang in my ears; it was Yan Ke's voice, so clear it was as if he were speaking right next to me.

They instinctively turned their guns, aimed at "Lin Shen's face" in their field of vision, and their fingers unconsciously pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Four gunshots rang out almost simultaneously, causing dust to fall from the abandoned factory.

The bullet was fired from a distance of less than a meter, penetrating the chest cavity at close range, shattering the ribs, and tearing the heart apart.

The four mercenaries didn't even have time to groan before they fell straight down, and even as they fell, all they saw was Lin Shen's face.

Blood gushed from the bullet holes, pooling into a shallow puddle on the dusty ground. The four men lay on top of each other, their blood indistinguishable from each other's.

Lin Shen's mental energy was 70% depleted.

Simultaneously weaving double illusions for five people while ensuring the signal synchronization rate does not exceed 0.05 seconds consumes far more mental energy than he anticipated.

His temples began to throb, as if someone were gently tapping them with a small hammer.

He looked at Yan Ke.

Yan Ke was not infected.

The moment the hallucination invaded, Yan Ke did indeed "hear" his own voice in his ear—"Fire!"

But his brain made the judgment in a fraction of a second: he had not given that order.

The voice's timbre, tone, and even the pauses in its breathing were exactly the same as his, but the command was not issued by him.

He bit his tongue hard, the metallic taste exploding in his mouth. The intense pain was like an electric current, washing away the remnants of the hallucination from his nerve endings.

He looked up and saw four of his men lying in pools of blood. His pupils contracted sharply, and his hand holding the gun trembled slightly.

In his fifteen years as a mercenary, he had fought in jungle warfare, sniped from vantage points, and seen human bombs, but he had never seen such a bizarre scene.

There was no second wave of enemies, no explosions, no hidden weapons. Four well-trained Blackrock elites simultaneously fired at their comrade within two seconds, dying without ever knowing who they had killed.

Fear exploded in his chest.

It's not the fear of death, but the fear of the "unknown".

He had no idea what the thin, bamboo-like young man in front of him had done, what kind of evil magic he had used, or even what kind of movement he had made.

This feeling of utter helplessness is more terrifying than any bullet.

"What the hell are you?!" Yan Ke's voice trembled slightly. He ignored the order to capture him alive and slammed his finger on the trigger. "Die!"

Lin Shen's mental energy had been largely depleted in the first wave of attacks. At this moment, the pain in his temples was getting stronger and stronger, and he was beginning to see slight double vision.

He immediately mobilized the remaining 30% of his mental energy, this time targeting only Yan Ke, which should theoretically be easier than targeting five people at the same time.

But he was wrong.

Yan Ke's mental state was completely different—adrenaline surged, attention was highly focused, every neuron was in a state of extreme alertness, and the firewall of his nervous system was at least three times stronger than before.

Lin Shen's hallucination was like a needle trying to pierce a taut drumhead. He managed to pierce it, but only halfway in.

Yan Ke's vision suddenly blurred as he "saw" another identical Lin Shen appear next to Lin Shen. The two figures overlapped, making it impossible to distinguish which one was the real one.

But he didn't stop to check; his years of combat instincts had already locked his finger on the trigger, and the bullet shot out along the trajectory he had predicted.