My Abyss Survival Diary

Chapter 108 Bizarre Memories

But his excitement was quickly extinguished by the harsh reality.

"Why is this all spikes?" the badger exclaimed in surprise as it looked at the internal structure of its stomach.

Simon unlocked a mechanism and peered inside. Inside the armor, along the spine, was a row of golden needles, which looked rather horrifying.

Oh no, if he's not mistaken, this should be a neural coupling device.

Each legion's suit of armor has different special functions. Some armor can spray poison gas or fuel from its arms, some armor has iron wings and fuel backpacks that allow it to fly in the sky, and some armor can silently conceal itself and wait for the opportunity to assassinate the enemy.

These special functions were originally driven by buttons designed for the palm of the hand, until the middle of the Great Expedition when the Capital Academy of Sciences invented a neural coupling device.

After the armored warriors have undergone surgery, the gold needles in the armor are inserted into their backs, allowing them to manipulate the armor more conveniently and efficiently using their nervous system.

Yesterday, his companions simply violently dismantled the armor and dragged out the fanatic's corpse, leaving the entire device in an "activated" state.

The problem now is how are they supposed to put on this armor? They can't just endure the pain of inserting it into themselves.

Just when everyone was at a loss, Simon heard a voice coming from behind him.

"Simon, let me try."

"Brené?"

The sudden sound startled the eagle and the badger; they hadn't expected the human head in the cage to be able to talk.

He turned his head in surprise to look at Brienne in the cage. Brienne was only active when she was watching something fun. Most of the time she was either looking at the scenery or sleeping with her eyes closed. She rarely asked to do anything. He never expected that she would want to try.

Brienne's face was not playful; instead, it was surprisingly serious, and her beautiful eyes were filled with determination, making Simon feel like a stranger to her.

"Okay, then come and take a look."

Simon took the birdcage off his backpack and positioned it so that it faced the inside of the stomach.

Through the birdcage, he couldn't see Breanne's expression, but he could vaguely sense that Breanne was extremely serious and focused at that moment.

"It's right there, do you see it? There's a round mark on the left or right side of a person's waist. That thing is a movable knob that can adjust the length of the gold needle. When you press it down, the gold needle will retract completely, making the armor manually controllable."

"The armor needs such a release device to allow armored warriors to detach from the mental coupling system under extreme conditions."

Breanne calmly and rigorously explained the design concept of the neural coupling system, speaking eloquently like a teacher standing on a podium.

Simon tried it with some skepticism, pressing his fingers against the circular mark and twisting it forcefully—

In a flash, all the golden needles were neatly collected, and smiles appeared on everyone's faces.

But Simon didn't laugh; he was only puzzled, and a series of mysteries once again occupied his mind.

Why does Brienne know so much about the Empire's technology?

"How do you know so much about the Empire's technology?"

Brienne did not respond.

Her eyes were fixed on the circular mark, which seemed to bear the designer's emblem.

Her expression suddenly froze, and Brienne abruptly closed her eyes in pain, followed by a scream.

"Brené, what's wrong—"

Just as he was about to ask a question, he felt an unbearable headache, as if his brain had been drilled open! Intense pain raged through his brain, and a large number of fragments of information that did not belong to him were inserted into his mind, constantly replaying in his mind and making his brain very chaotic.

In a daze, he heard Brienne's miserable screams. These fragments of memory likely came from her, just like last time, as she pulled him into her memories again.

Disordered light and shadow, mottled walls, an unfamiliar room.

He opened his mouth to breathe, but only exhaled a string of bubbles. This was an extremely bizarre memory belonging to Brienne. The scene in the memory was not as beautiful as the farm last time. On the contrary, it was the result of piecing together various memories, presenting a strange and grotesque scene.

He was confined in a large culture chamber.

Without warning, a huge, viscous black shadow suddenly appeared and stood in front of the glass window of the incubation chamber!

"My daughter, my only one, my proudest creation!"

Who is this guy? Judging from the way he talks, could he be Brienne's father?

"No, no! You're far from meeting my standards right now."

The dark figure paced anxiously in front of the incubation chamber, then suddenly pressed its face against the small window. Simon couldn't see its face clearly, only a pair of pale purple eyes.

"You are my sin, but you are also my salvation. You may save all of this, or you may destroy it all."

What riddle was he spouting? Simon instinctively wanted to ask, but instead, he swallowed more culture medium.

You'll understand someday.

The shadowy figure silently left the room, and the entire world of memory shattered instantly, like broken glass.

"Ahem!"

The familiar world returned to his eyes. Simon knelt on the ground, coughing violently. The world of that memory was so real that he mistakenly thought he was drowning.

"Are you alright, Simon?" Charasu knelt down as well, gently patting his back with his thick palm.

"I'm fine—"

Upon regaining consciousness, he immediately looked at the birdcage, but Brienne inside had her eyes tightly closed and did not respond to his calls.

Breanne fell into a deep sleep, her breathing becoming long and slow.

What exactly happened?

Simon instinctively looked at the last thing Brienne saw before she fell asleep: the knob on the armor.

The emblem on the knob had long been worn and faded. According to the History of Imperial Wars, the fanatical legions worshipped the Iron Emperor so much that they did not allow any other emblems on their equipment. They would grind off all the markings on their equipment, which caused a great headache for the logistics department.

According to his reasoning, the worn-off emblem belonged to someone important to Brienne, who was likely her father.

That knob triggered fragments of memory hidden deep within her brain, causing her to uncontrollably fall into recollection, eventually leading to brain overload and a deep sleep.

This was the closest possibility to the truth that he could think of.

Lin Ying and Sha Huan helped him to his feet, one on each side.

"Are you really alright?" the badger asked worriedly in his ear. "You're covered in cold sweat."

"It's okay, it's just a headache. I get this problem occasionally."

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. There was no point in thinking about it now; he should just focus on the task at hand.

Simon looked at Lin Ying, who was eager to try, beside him.

"Come on, let us help you put on your armor."