Life Copy Game

The twisted shadows tore the sky apart, and the dim starlight was like a giant pillar piercing through heaven and earth, connecting the sky and earth to form a huge cage.

The stars are reflected in the sky covered with dark clouds, as if the starry sky is squeezing into the clouds from above.

They seemed to be the crack in the sky itself, and they seemed to have torn themselves apart, forming the crack in the sky.

The breeze blew through the swaying grass, and under the shining starlight, the green plants quickly turned yellow and decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

oh--

Some invisible singing voice resounded between heaven and earth.

The high note seemed to shake people's souls and play the starlight between heaven and earth.

In the middle of those stars, in the middle of the crack in the sky, the shadows of the starry sky gathered like flowing water.

They shrouded each other, forming a vague, 'wide' shadow.

His body was pitch black, like a reflection standing on the ground, and around the outline of his body, there were dots of light, as if stars were attached to him.

The twinkling stars outlined his figure, which looked like a "human figure" flattened by a huge roller.

The shadow lowered his head and looked at the young man standing below, watching his flesh and blood constantly twisting and his body constantly changing.

At this moment, the young man has almost lost his human form, and his smooth skin is covered with crystal purple jade. The jade spreads in all directions, as if it is condensing into a huge and magnificent ancient machine.

One after another, illusory lines are extending from the twisted and alienated body, like "tentacles" testing the entire world, quickly spreading in all directions.

And above the sky, the shadowy human figure flashed, instantly passed through the huge crack and arrived in front of the young man.

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The noisy thoughts, with their crazy pollution, echo in the boundless deep sea.

He Ao's figure 'floated' in the middle of the deep sea. He looked up at the 'deep sea of ​​thoughts' in front of him which was as dark as the abyss.

The strong purple light was merging into his body and his soul.

The sudden and violent "tide of pollution" was still washing away his consciousness crazily.

It is like a bamboo raft floating in the middle of a raging sea, being washed by the storm in a seemingly endless manner.

A dim shadow filled the void, which was his 'anchor point' in this world.

An invisible connection extended across the deep sea and connected to his body, stabilizing his small bamboo raft and also stabilizing his humanity in the storm.

But he still couldn't maintain a complete consciousness. The surging storm of pollution was "washing away" his self and his humanity bit by bit.

He could feel that some invisible "change" was taking place in his body.

He began to feel that some things were 'meaningless' and that many things had no value in existence.

Some of the things he once cared about seemed to no longer be important.

This is not some kind of arrogance that grows, but a kind of indifference.

His consciousness began to detach from his identity, his emotions, and his self, and he looked at the world from a higher, more indifferent "perspective".

Birth, aging, sickness and death, joys and sorrows, separations and reunions in this world all seemed to have nothing to do with him.

That is the life of mortals, the joys and sorrows of mortals, what they have to experience and will definitely experience.

This is the rule of the world itself, the law of the natural operation of heaven and earth.

He didn't seem to need to interfere or to feel.

He just had to watch.

Madness and destruction, distortion and devastation have always been the rules of this world.

The 'nature' and 'essence' of a fate rememberer is a fate stirred by chaos.

It seems that he only needs to follow the laws of nature and the "order" of the movement of stars in the universe and let his own power return to where it should be.

Under this impact, his consciousness continued to "fall" into the depths of the sea.

But whenever his consciousness was about to fall completely into the deep sea, those anchor points and lines from the main world and the copy world would suddenly become tense.

Events, pictures, and memories filled with emotions flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

His mind seemed to have lost some of its "emotions", he seemed unable to empathize with the "emotions" in his memory, he was "recalling" it all indifferently.

But his soul naturally followed these memories, joy, sadness, anger, and laughter.

At this moment, he felt that his will was in a state of extreme "split".

His mind was blank, without any thoughts, but his soul naturally responded to those emotions.

When recalling the relaxing memories, his mind could only realize that he should laugh, but he did not control his soul, and his soul naturally laughed along.

As he 'laughed', a feeling of joy spread into his heart.

Let him realize that this is what happiness is.

He was like a completely blank child, following his own 'memories', following his body's instinctive reactions, following his past self.

Relearn what is happiness and what is anger.

So, he regained his emotions little by little.

Thus, in this violent storm of pollution, the integrity of the subject's self was maintained and it began to piece itself together again.

From the depths of the twisted ocean, mottled spots of light emerged, which were fragments of his self that had been washed away.

The fragments slowly came together and merged back into his body.

Those invisible anchors held him back as he continued to fall deeper into the sea.

As his 'self' gradually recovered, he gradually felt partial control over his 'body'.

He could feel the severe pain coming from his body, and the distortion of flesh and blood being torn and reassembled.

He could also feel that some special "change" was happening in his body.

He is being 'promoted' and also 'alienated'.

The twisted pollution that was like a storm, the power of the angel, after entering his body, while transforming his body, naturally shaped it into the form that was most suitable for an 'angel'.

At this moment, He Ao realized more deeply the difference between "angels" and "supernatural beings".

I also became more aware of the nature of 'supernormal'.

The so-called extraordinary people are actually "power controllers" who restrain the power of the talent sequence within their own bodies.

After a B-level or lower extraordinary person takes the secret medicine, as long as he is not completely crazy and still has some rationality, his soul will be able to restrain the power in his body and allow the power of the talent sequence to merge with himself.

Of course, once his sanity completely collapses, his body will also collapse at the same time and twist into a monster.

The so-called "distortion and mutation" is actually a state that is closer to the power of the talent sequence itself.

There is no essential difference between extraordinary people and those extraordinary objects that have been alienated by the talent sequence. The only difference is that they rely on their own souls and wills to suppress the trend of alienation of the talent sequence and put themselves in a dominant position.

But all of this is only effective in talent sequences of level B and below.

At level B and below, ordinary people can still suppress the power of the talent sequence through their will, soul, strict rituals, their own mastery of the previous talent sequence, and their original flesh and blood strength.

When the talent sequence reaches level A, it is actually no longer possible to suppress the power of the talent sequence by relying solely on human reason and body.

This level of talent sequence will directly and completely "alienate" the entire body of the extraordinary person.

If we talk about promotion to level B and below, what extraordinary people need to do is to maintain their own sanity and complete the "taming" of the talent sequence.

The angel's 'promotion' was actually 'out of control' from the very beginning.

What the extraordinary people need to do is to maintain their self and sanity in an out-of-control state, and in this state, restrain the power of the talent sequence.

The difficulty is about the difference between taming a wild horse and taming a spaceship controlled by an out-of-control artificial intelligence.

This may also be the reason why the angels in the Cataclysm era of the copy world are not very "normal".

Of course, even so, humans have still figured out a ritual to successfully advance through the long road, and a way to maintain their own sanity to a certain extent after advancement.

If there had not been a ritual to improve the compatibility of Howe's soul with the talent sequence of the 'Memory Master', thus protecting him from the most violent impact of the pollution, his 'anchor points' would not have been able to hold back his ego.

Of course, his 'promotion' is still incomplete.

Excluding the part about 005's self-awareness, he did not use auxiliary materials and corresponding mixing methods to mix the talent sequence of the 'Life Memory Master' into a more 'gentle' secret medicine.

and,

He raised his head, looked at the deep sea around him, and felt some kind of noise-like "murmurs" coming from the depths of the sea.

The whispers mixed into the twisted and surging pollution storm, almost merging with it.

But as Howe's promotion process progressed, and as he gained more control over his power, he felt the noise becoming more and more obvious.

The madness and distortion brought by this noise are sharper and crazier than the power of the "Memory Master" talent sequence.

The talent sequence of 005's "Life Memory Master" is not "clean".

Perhaps, 005's 'power' requires three angel-level items to seal him, and the tuner of the tyrant gods is unwilling to let him out easily for his 'special treatment'.

It does not entirely come from the talent sequence of the 'Memory Master'.

It seems like there's something else melting into this guy's body.

And now, this "thing", along with 005, entered Howe's "body".

Moreover, this thing seemed to have been deeply integrated with the talent sequence of the memory master.

Moreover, He Ao could feel that he could not control this "thing", and deep in the "mumbling", there seemed to be some confused thoughts hidden.

That thought seemed to have no complete thinking structure, or the main consciousness was broken, but its remaining thoughts were still like a discordant stirring stick, constantly stirring the deep sea of ​​thought.

It seems that 005 has left some kind of backup plan.

If there was a head-on "duel" in the deep sea, He Ao would probably be able to see 005 mobilizing the power of the "whispering".

However, he was shocked by the ritual at that time and it was possible that he could not hold on until 005 used such a backup plan.

If he had not taken advantage of 005's surprise and distraction to trick 005, and then used the power of the Kingdom of Consciousness and the Disk of Life to seal 005's connection with the outside world to the greatest extent, the owner of this body now would probably be 005.

Compared to a real "angel", in a duel relying purely on his own strength, he has too little to rely on.

The transparent spear that pierced 005 in the end was actually the B-level miracle 'Light of the Sky' solidified by his miracle master. When the Light of the Sky has the additional status of angel-level power, it can barely reach the strength of an angel.

Of course, this "miracle" is essentially the ability of He Ao's body, which involves the rules of various entities. He cannot use this ability in the battle in the consciousness space.

The 'quality' of the consciousness space itself is still limited by his strength.

Even if he could 'imagine' it, it would not be able to carry the power of an angel.

Therefore, he needed a 'thing' in the consciousness space to serve as a 'carrier' for the light of the sky.

In other words, let this thing be combined with the concept of 'Light of the Sky' in He Ao's consciousness to form the 'Light of the Sky' that can be used in the consciousness space.

And He Ao just happened to have the "thing" that could satisfy this effect, which was "divine consciousness".

Therefore, in a sense, the essence of the spear can also be said to be "spiritual consciousness", which after being alienated has the properties of the light of the sky.

This is 'the power of mortals'.

In the process of rushing to the ruins, He Ao had been using cultivation methods to try to accumulate enough spiritual awareness.

But that final blow still consumed all his "accumulation".

If that doesn't kill 005's consciousness, then he is truly at the end of his rope.

Of course, in the end, he won.

The violent pollution was still impacting Howe's consciousness, but he was regaining more and more of his 'self', and his 'control' over the power in his body and soul was also getting stronger.

Finally, after breaking through a certain "boundary", feeling the extraordinary power constantly merging into his body, He Ao raised his head and looked at the deep sea around him.

He raised his head and looked upward.

A hazy light had slowly emerged from the 'top' of the deep sea at some point.

The silent 'deep sea' suddenly rolled up, and the surging 'undercurrent' lifted up He Ao's body, like an invisible hand, lifting up his will, lifting up his self, and rapidly 'floating up'.

A surging light flashed out from the highest point of the deep sea, engulfing He Ao's figure below.

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boom--

A huge cracked eyeball fell from the sky, passed through the gap in the thunder, flew backwards, and plowed a long "gully" on the charred ground.

The shattered eyeballs fell from the sky like raindrops, flowing bright red between the "strings" that covered the entire world.

"You don't know your own limits."

The starry figure high in the sky withdrew his hand and looked down at the huge eyeball below.

The cracked eyeball immediately floated up, with light appearing in its eyes, as if it was determined to continue fighting.

Just at this moment, he twitched violently, and his whole body fell from the sky, as if another consciousness was fighting with him for the body.

Then the surrounding void twisted violently and began to "swallow" the huge eyeball. It seemed that he wanted to "escape" from here.

"Lowly ants will eventually end up with a lowly death."

The starlight figure glanced at the eyeball that squeezed out of the space, then glanced at the distorted thunder figure on the side and raised his hand again.

bite--

The crisp sound rang out again at the bottom of the world.

"What?"

At this moment, his body flashed violently, and he suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the phantom of the tall tower in the distance.