This time I chose Paladin

Oh, it turns out that this outfit is really the military uniform of the previous civilization... If Gamaliquin hadn't told him, he really wouldn't have known.

Also, this guy wanted to make his emotions fluctuate.

The other party was testing to see to what extent he would be provoked in a non-combat state before he would initiate an attack - every word was a hope, every word was an honor. If he was really a person from the former civilization, his fists would be hardened by now.

Administrator No. 2 made a movement somewhat in line with Gamaliquin's expectations: his head tilted slightly to the side, as if a slight emotion was stirring, or perhaps simply a change of listening posture. But the light on the crystal fragments floating beside him flickered slightly for a moment.

Gamali Quinn: "..." Doesn't this guy have any vocal organs?! No, he's become like this now, this guy may really have no vocal organs...

Never mind, never mind, it’s at least a reaction.

Gamaliquin's fists clenched and unclenched. It felt like it hadn't been many years since it had carefully guessed the thoughts of a living being. But it had no other choice: next to it, several sky-crossing demons of higher rank than it were staring at it, trying to measure the emotional fluctuations and mental properties of Administrator No. 2.

"That's not right," a Sky-crossing Demon muttered, caressing the horns on its head. The golden ornaments adorning it jingled. "It's completely incapable of sensing emotions... Have you explored its mental strength?"

"Not yet. We might need it for another high-intensity attack."

"Gamali Quinn, lure it to attack and fight it." Panjiao Dukongmo ordered.

Gamali Quinn: "..."

It widened its eyes, pointed at itself, and then pointed at the green illusion and the black figure in the picture.

I hit this thing? Me?

I'm a phantom of consciousness, barely even an avatar, supposed to attack an unknown, intelligent target capable of destroying a bone shrine with a single blow? Aren't you planning on sending me back to that planet?

"Your Excellency Gamadosia..."

Panjiao Dukongmo glanced at him coldly. The extremely exquisite female face almost glowed with a certain brilliance, but it made people dare not look directly at her.

"Follow my orders, my servant," she said.

Gamaliquin lowered his head helplessly, without any intention of resisting: "Yes."

It was the other party's servant, a servant in essence, a slave, a plaything, a tool, and a warrior. Its only two strengths were its mastery of illusion and deception. If it lost Dorthea's favor, it would likely be repeatedly dispatched on missions of avatar advent, facing dangers that would truly harm its true self.

It must obey Dorsia's orders.

The claws of the Sky-crossing Magic Elephant glowed green, and strange runes lingered on them. With a lightning-fast claw, it grabbed at the back of Administrator No. 2! But Administrator No. 2 seemed completely unaware of it.

Green light flashed by!

Administrator No. 2 was still floating in the air, his cape and cloak fluttering. He turned his head slightly and glanced at the Sky-Driving Demon who had just been talking about his concern and friendliness.

Feeling Dosia's gaze, Gamaliquin's heart sank.

"Illusion?!!!!" Its scream almost broke the wind.

— Damn it, the Second Administrator in front of it was an illusion?! What the hell was this thing that could actually play an illusion with Tolienga?!

The fragments of the Heart Prism exploded, shattering the green figure. Gamaliquin, traumatized, screamed and clutched his head. Meanwhile, atop the outer peak of Xun Mountain, Nie Weiyang, dressed as the number two administrator, sat leisurely on a boulder, shaking his head.

"You've failed to perform your duties effectively. You failed to detect an illusion when you were in close contact. Gamali Quinn, you're going to fall out of favor again~" He snorted and laughed. "It doesn't matter. Even without me, you'd be judged less valuable for other reasons and continue to be sent on missions. That's Tolienga, isn't it?"

"Oh, right……"

Nie Weiyang opened the map and found a special white light spot. Its name was 'Mei Yan'. Its current location was 'Zhongzhou No. 2 Xunshan' and its status was 'fused with the player [Day Master]'.

Nie Weiyang snapped his fingers and detonated it.

"--Now, they are going to take their anger out on you," he said.

In the distant No. 2 Xunshan Mountain, the spirit of the Sun Master gradually became fuller. Even if he could not be resurrected, his existence as a spirit was a second life for him.

Now, the golden mask is his true body, and the robe is an extension of his own spirit and a part of his body.

At this moment, on his spiritual robe, painful faces were floating.

Mei Wan and a male soul tore into each other, screaming and roaring as they devoured each other. A female soul, with regret and hatred on its face, had just approached Mei Yan when she suddenly looked up, her face filled with intense pain and despair that reached deep into her consciousness.

"Why?" she murmured. "Why?"

I have already given away everything that is most precious to me...

why?

Why can’t I be happy and become the most important person?

The white light in Mei Yan's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Finally, it exploded!

"Um?!"

A white sun lit up on the body of the Sun Lord who was caught off guard, and in an instant it engulfed the entire interior of the No. 2 Bone Sacrifice Hall. Under the spiritual resonance of the Spirit Messenger, the souls of hundreds of elite believers were overwhelmed by pain, and their pain in turn tore at the Sun Lord, making him roar and scream.

In the distant realm, Dukongmo's analysis finally yielded results. The white light representing the spiritual power of Administrator No. 2 flooded the mechanical statue. Within the light, something flickered intermittently.

"Detected the Netherworld signal, detected the Blood Moon signal, detected...

"Shit! The Sapiens' sea of ​​mind is fluctuating! Run!"

Green light flashed on the bodies of the Dukong Demons, and they retreated more than a hundred meters in an instant, but at this moment, a sign flashed in the white light.

It was a logo composed of a golden record, a black hole, a star ring, an antenna and stars, with [GLORY Space Station T⑥] written on it.

——Glory Space Station!

The next moment, another symbol flashed, replacing the previous one. Its base was a golden symbol composed of a circle and radiating lines, clearly a sun. Above it, a hollow triangle and a hollow quadrilateral interlocked, forming an upward-pointing, glowing white arrow. The words "HOPE space station" were a little blurry, but the seven stars and the simple, wing-like lines that supported the flag radiated a hopeful glow.

——That is, the Hope Space Station!

Like a white scorching sun descending, the pure white light submerged everything, including machines, halls, and weak Sky-crossing Demons. Almost everything here was reduced to ashes. Only a few Sky-crossing Demons were still alive, and they were knocked away for an unknown distance by the terrifying impact.

Gamadessia threw away Gamalequin, whom she had used as a human shield. The latter lay half-dead in the ruins, coughing up green glowing liquid.

The daylight in the distance had not yet disappeared, and the morning glow made Dorsia take a deep breath, but she was still trembling all over.

She stared at it intently, greedily and painfully, even though her eyes were pierced and green glowing blood was flowing.

“Administrator Number Two… is the Sapiens Sea of ​​Mind…” she murmured, “No—he’s the Administrator of the Sapiens Sea of ​​Subconsciousness!

“He is…the incarnation of Homo sapiens!!!”

I hope the space station logo will be posted in the easter egg chapter after this chapter tomorrow.

Good night everyone (Gaba coma

Chapter 136: Inventory of Harvest and New Puzzles

The sea of ​​mind, whose real name is the sea of ​​subconsciousness, is also known as the sea of ​​heart, the sea of ​​consciousness, the collective subconscious, the collective unconscious, etc. The prototype of this concept appeared when humans had some understanding of psychology and spirit. Over a long period of time, it is one of the very few concepts that has not changed around Homo sapiens.

"Lock on this 'Second Administrator'! We must get the Mind Prism!

"And... if there's a Number Two, there's a Number One! Issue the order to find information about 'Administrator Number One'!"

The information was rapidly disseminated around the world, spoken by the white-robed figures seated beneath the statues. And in the New Zhongzhou Bone Sacrifice Court, a chaotic formation of figures clad in golden masks gradually gathered in the air. The expressions on the masks shifted constantly, finally settling on an expression that seemed neither weeping nor smiling.

The day master? Or some kind of twisted complex, it has the day master's appearance, the day master's thinking, but it is more than just the day master himself.

Every soul that merged with it became completely one with it, a total of one hundred and twenty people, one hundred and twenty fanaticism, one hundred and twenty pain, one hundred and twenty despair and hatred for Administrator No. 2, and a fear and hatred for 'Nie Weiyang' that spread from the depths of a certain soul to all souls.

the most important is……

Hidden within these emotions is a sense of dissatisfaction towards the 'Gods'.

The dissatisfaction that came from nowhere took root deep in the soul like a poisonous weed.

The confused consciousness makes it difficult for Tolienga to read the specific thoughts of the current Sun Master. They will not know that the mental power fluctuations of 'Administrator No. 2' are exactly the same as those of 'Nie Weiyang'. However, after Administrator No. 2 appeared, their monitoring of Nie Weiyang was disconnected. There is no doubt about this.

"Focus on monitoring Paladin Nie Weiyang... Why hasn't the monitoring been restored yet?"

At this moment, Nie Weiyang had just walked into the forest outside Xun Mountain.

The enemy has disappeared, and there is no need for him to stay here any longer.

The Dukong Demons cannot descend and incarnate now, so they still have to rely on the Sun Master to do things.

The Sun Lord seemed to be somewhat special to them, and this matter still needed to be investigated. Nie Weiyang could only confirm that the guy was not dead, because the light spot on the map still existed - the remnants of the mental bomb explosion were inherited by the Sun Lord. Now, the name of this light spot was [[Sun Lord?]].

Nie Weiyang was not sure what would happen if a soul collection exploded from the inside but survived.

But he only needs to click to view the individual status, and he can see a string of debuffs such as [Chaos] [Madness] [Hatred] [Extreme Emotion] [Soul Fracture] [Rooted Mental Flaw].

He even saw a [Ghost World Intersection] effect - he had only seen this effect once in his previous life, when a soul was forced to stay in the material world after death and tried to resurrect. It absorbed too many other people's souls, inherited too many psychological flaws, and inherited too many "beliefs".

Every time a psychological flaw breaks out, its belief will be shattered, and one of its souls will be separated and go to the netherworld. Combined with the influence of this effect, it will trigger a small netherworld explosion with itself as the center.

The current Rizhu's buffs are too complete, even Nie Weiyang is amazed. If that thing maintains this state on a daily basis, let alone whether it can cause any harm to humans, it will definitely cause some harm to Dukongmo's plan, otherwise it would be a shame to such a complicated mental illness.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around and Dukongmo couldn't see him, Nie Weiyang pulled his hand out from behind his waist.

He held another fragment of the Mind Prism in his hand. Its shape was similar to the one floating in the air, yet different. It was the fragment with the "illusion" attribute that he had obtained in the Chaos Sanctuary before.

After trying, the two fragments could not be put together, and it was unclear whether they were different fragments of the same object, or fragments of different objects. However, their material was exactly the same, like some kind of... extremely pure crystallization of the mind.

Heart phase...

Speaking of the mind, Nie Weiyang thought of something else.

He still didn't know how to use that thing, but its origin was obviously related to the 'heart', and it also looked like 'white transparent crystal'.

Nie Weiyang opened his backpack, and when he flipped his hand, a small crystal appeared in his hand.

[[Proof of Trust]].

He obtained this crystal after ascending the blood moon. It was about half the size of a fingernail and could slightly change its appearance, but apart from this function, Nie Weiyang could not find any other uses for it, so he threw it deep into his backpack.

Now, looking at the Heart Prism fragment and this thing together, they really do look a bit similar...

With the mentality that it would be no big deal to give it a try, Nie Weiyang put it together with the light energy fragments.

——A flash of white light appeared.

In a flash of white light, the proof of trust transformed smoothly into light and merged into the fragments of the mind-phase prism. The fragments seemed to grow larger, and the player that had been playing music non-stop suddenly emitted two "zizi" sounds, followed by a familiar, melodious melody that quickly faded.

Nie Weiyang's breath paused, his appearance still as the Second Administrator, making him look like a black iron statue. He quickly and cautiously surveyed his surroundings, but found nothing unusual. After a while, Nie Weiyang regained his composure and began to ponder the source of the melody.

This melody was so familiar, so light and melancholic. He had to have heard it somewhere before. Had his Walkman played it before? Or had someone sung it around a campfire in a previous life? Nie Weiyang searched his mind for the past, his memories like a steed, returning one journey at a time, to the past, and the years before that. Soon, he suddenly remembered where he had heard it before.

On the Internet, in the player, at the university graduation ceremony.

This is an English song about home, with a simple tune and even simpler lyrics—truly catchy. A classmate sang it and was teased, "If you'd performed like this at the start of school, wouldn't you have had first dibs on choosing a spouse for the next five years?"

“Not a shirt on my back (Not a shirt on my back),