The Legend of Level 0 in Academy City

Gradually, Inoue Hideka lost the ability to think.

He was forced to open his mouth, craving the scarce oxygen in the seawater, but at the same time, he choked on a mouthful of the icy seawater.

Immediately afterwards, the suffocation that had been relieved by only 0.0001% returned to Inoue Hideka.

His head felt incredibly heavy, and Inoue Hidekazu felt his face growing harder and harder. In his hazy consciousness, he had the feeling that his head had turned into a hard stone.

This feeling is similar to having a crooked mouth after a stroke. You can clearly feel that your mouth is crooked at an abnormal angle, but you can't consciously correct the body's mistake.

Inoue Hideka felt the same way; his body was no longer under his control, and perhaps his consciousness had even left his body.

Then at some point, Inoue Hideka lost consciousness.

Then, I woke up again.

In different scenarios, he repeatedly experiences death in various styles, but the conclusion remains the same.

……

……

When pain becomes a daily occurrence, can people get used to it like they live life?

When newborns are no longer unique, will people still fear the coming of death?

The answer is no.

The answer is still yes.

Inoue Hideka summarized this fact based on her own experience.

I've lost count of how many times this has happened.

It is also impossible to determine how much time has passed.

Inoue Hideka endures constant pain and experiences death again and again.

The numbness in his body permeated his brain's tactile nerves, eroding his once clear consciousness.

Perhaps it has happened tens of thousands of times already?

Perhaps decades have already passed.

Inoue Hideka stared blankly into the distance, facing his impending death once again.

Before me were thin steel wires, their destination unknown.

In the endless darkness, these steel wires have no visible source and no visible end.

The only thing known is that all the steel wires were uniformly threaded through Inoue Hideka's body.

They are not parallel.

The crisscrossing steel wires passed through Inoue Hideka's body, arms, face, ears, legs, and feet...

then.

It creaked and groaned as it moved through the air.

Inoue Hidekazu doesn't know what the material of this steel wire is, but there's no doubt that it can pass through the bones inside the human body.

The tangled steel wires pierced through the flesh and bone marrow, but left some vital organs untouched.

Inoue Hideka's heart and other organs that would cause death when damaged were not pierced by the steel wire.

Tools that damage the eyes and eardrums, which would affect the effectiveness of torture, were also not used.

The scraping sound continued, the steel wire rubbing against flesh, spinning back and forth incessantly.

Red liquid kept flowing from Inoue Hideka's body, soaking through his skin and washing his clothes with blood.

Even so, Inoue Hideka, whose consciousness was on the verge of collapse, could not possibly suffer any more pain.

His body automatically stopped its ability to think.

Now, this body is like a walking corpse that still breathes and can feel pain, numbly accepting the death and torment given to it by Othinus.

What are you doing now?

What's the point of doing this?

Inoue Hidekazu didn't know, nor did he have the ability to think about it anymore.

What kept him going was only a certain belief.

But what is that belief?

Is it for some other reason, or is it someone whose name I can no longer remember, doing all this?

I can't remember.

Or rather, they no longer have the energy to think.

All Inoue Eika knew was that she had to continue, and wait... wait for the moment when she could be freed.

Before that, you absolutely cannot let your will surrender, and you absolutely cannot admit that you can't hold on any longer.

but.

How much longer can it last?

A cycle more agonizing than the most inhuman torture in the world—how long can someone endure this?

perhaps.

next moment,

Am I about to be swallowed up by the boundless darkness?

perhaps.

next time,

Will I never wake up again?

……

……

then.

then.

Inoue Hideka suddenly sat up from the bed in a small room!

His forehead and back were covered with a fine layer of cold sweat.

A cold wind blew into the room from outside the window, and Inoue Hideka shivered and shrank back.

Looking around, there was a familiar arrangement of things.

But the memory was too distant, and Inoue Hideka couldn't help but mutter in a daze:

Where am I?

Chapter 496 Time Flies By, Like a Dream

Was it a dream?

Inoue Hideka looked around at everything familiar with a sense of bewilderment.

No, that's not right.

The realization came in an instant.

He realized that he seemed to have changed in some way.

By comparing his most recent memories, 'he' could sense that the version of himself who experienced those deaths was different from the version of himself he is now.

In a distant and hazy memory, 'he' remembered that he was once called Inoue Hideka.

Before that, in memories even more distant than those of the tens of thousands of deaths, I was called Li Mu.

He turned his head blankly and saw a white Huawei phone on the bedside table, as well as a neatly folded resume.

Cell phone? Is that what it's called?

He picked up the square object with white edges and a black center with a puzzled look.

His finger unconsciously pressed the unlock button. He didn't know why he was doing it. His mind was in turmoil due to some unpleasant experience, and he had no clear understanding of anything.

The black area in the middle lit up, and a nine-grid virtual numeric keypad appeared on it, but 'he' didn't know what to do next.

What number should I enter? Or is it something else? If it's a number, what should I enter?

I have no clue.

He decided to stop thinking about it, put down his phone, and picked up a stack of papers next to him.

This is a resume.

There were many words written on it, as if they were engraved in the deepest part of his memory. He recognized the words without having to think.

At the very top, after the name column, are the words 'Li Mu'.

Oh, right. My name is indeed Li Mu.

He said this to himself silently, and acknowledged his identity—Li Mu, a recent graduate of S City Medical University!

In an instant, memories flooded my brain like a tidal wave.

Li Mu remembered.

I have a job interview today.

He finally passed the written test for a Grade II Class A hospital in the city, and now he is going to the interview.

After spending about 10 minutes sorting out his jumbled memories, Li Mu picked up his phone from the bedside table, checked the time—6:41 a.m.

After unlocking, Li Mu saw the alarm reminder displayed at the top of the phone screen. He opened it and saw that there were still 4 minutes left until the next reminder.

The alarm was set for 6:30.

So... you were just woken up by the alarm clock?

So, those blurry images were indeed seen in a dream?