Latent Syndrome

Chapter 486 485. Apostle

Deep realm.

Spirit.

It is not someone's reverie, nor is it some abstract energy. It is different from reason and consciousness, and it is not a simple cognitive ability.

It is an all-inclusive, substantial, historical, and social subject.

Walking down the dim stairs, Anonymous was going to see the unit that Selene had mentioned to him, and to understand himself better.

"This kind of unit..."

"It's something you've been longing to erase."

"You mentioned it to me once."

"The Nature of the Universe."

"You have touched the ultimate truth."

"And firmly believe that everything will come back to life."

"This makes you a heretic, so you are also hunted by the ruling."

As Selene walked down the spiral staircase leading to the dark underground space step by step, the torches on the stone wall also burned consciously to provide illumination.

"Is it……"

Anonymous marveled that he could always break through the lower limit again and again.

It is rumored that the strange disasters that broke out in various places were caused by the return of all things.

He is indeed against the entire Deep Realm.

"so……"

"Me and those troublemakers who are fraying the basic concepts and destroying the framework."

"Is it the same position?"

Anonymous couldn't accept it. It couldn't be like this. He was many levels higher than those people.

"It's complicated."

finally.

Selene took Nameless Doe to the unit where people who were as unpredictable as Nameless Doe were detained.

Under the light of torches.

In the barricaded prison cell, there was imprisoned... a strange man with an expressionless face, his hair shaved to less than a centimeter, wearing a prison uniform, and his eyes were extremely empty.

I don’t know how to describe it, it’s just indescribably scary.

"This is that kind of unit."

"They believe in the return of everything just like you."

"Although they themselves are not powerful, and many of their indices cannot even reach one, they have amazing will and perseverance, and cannot ask anything."

"They are people who surrender to that truth."

"I also completely gave up on finding my own essence and returned to chaos."

"It seems to be just a... primitive creature."

"The carrier of truth, the host."

"They only have three qualities."

"Nothing will be mentioned."

"And there's never any doubt."

"The third and final one is to destroy everything indiscriminately."

"correct."

"I don't know if the last bit counts."

"They will always repeat the same sentence in a monotonous manner."

Selene explained this.

These people are believers in the return of all things.

The host of the original chaos.

In the beginning, the will was born from nothing.

none.

It can only be relative, only relative to what it denies and cancels.

It just points out a contrary existence.

There is no existence that is above, dispersed and distributed over all existences in their interrelationships, absolutely empty nothing.

none.

To complete the absolute emptiness.

So he was forced to achieve himself by creating all things and projecting them into the heavens.

It is also equivalent to saying.

Everything that exists is shrouded in the shadow of the original chaos, and will inevitably die to complete the absolute emptiness of nothing.

If we still insist on some way of knowing from the front what can only be expressed from the negative as the negation of the will, then there is no other way than to point out the state experienced by all those who have reached the complete negation of the will.

I lose myself, transcendent, universally illuminated, God is one, or Buddhists use nirvana to avoid it, returning to Brahma, or the so-called immortal.

These concepts that were preached as miraculous actually no longer have the form of subject and object. This kind of non-stop bustling and hustle and bustle that exists out of nothing and exists in it has been cancelled, and it is just a kind of primitive chaos and absolute emptiness. force.

In the end, the most common time and space are also cancelled.

Until the last embers that give life to the body and the spirit to consciousness die with the chaos, the endless impulses and pursuits continue to pass from desire to fear, from joy to pain, never satisfied. The unyielding hope, the hope that constitutes the life-long dream of a greedy man, is completely extinguished.

Primordial Chaos completely expands and completes itself.

These people are absolutely empty hosts.

It has completely denied itself and does not believe that it has its own essence.

For those people whose will has turned its back and denied itself, including all universes, deep realms, time and space, and seas of stars, that is.

Absolutely empty nothingness.

They are completing the return of all things.

Achieve yourself through absolute destruction and madness.

Abandoned everything.

To them, everything ordinary becomes a suggestion of omnipotence, everything becomes profound.

And all the painful nightmares, all the old worlds.

All just one.

deceased person.

Anonymous stared at the strange man imprisoned in the prison, his expression seemed to be so empty that he was placed outside of numbers and existence, transcending eternity.

These strange and troubled ones are the guides.

"Sir."

"Everything is under control."

"Sir."

They will always repeat the same sentence in a dull and numb way.

It seemed that he had touched upon some extremely painful obsession and evoked emotions from eternity ago.

This ultimate ultimate horror at the end of the universe.

Beyond what is, what has been, and what will be in the future.

Thought, reality, idea, the unimaginable.

To understand it is to understand existence, whose essence contains truth.

Mathematical, organic, metaphysical.

When it exists alone, it is just a symbol. When it is integrated with everything, it contains the power of the universe.

Completely out of your control.

Anonymous almost instinctively put his hand through the gap in the iron fence, and dug his five fingers directly into the weirdo's head.

Then there was a loud bang.

Blood, flesh and brains exploded everywhere, exploding into a shower of raindrops, spraying on the walls of the prison and on the face of the Nameless One.

suddenly.

The curse spread again, and the hand where the unknown person exploded was filled with extremely cold frost, making him feel like he was in the freezing winter.

"Are you OK……"

Selene was a little shocked. Although she knew the result, it had never been so serious before.

Even the nameless person let out a hoarse groan of pain. The extreme cold spread throughout his body, and the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly. Every breath he exhaled was filled with extremely cold air.

This coldness drove him crazy, and prompted him to plunder at all costs to find his first memory.

Come and solve this endless nightmare.

After a person dies, he does not actually achieve true death. The spirit he radiates still wanders in the deep world, and these spirits containing resentment or unwillingness cannot be erased and suffer in eternal pain.

Selene supported Nameless Doe, who was in a trance and hallucination, to prevent him from falling over. She couldn't bear to see him suffer forever in such a reincarnation. She should give him more time to prepare.

He has suffered too much in this hell.

At the same time, those detained in other cells were the guides of the chaos and the hosts of the original chaos. They all had different faces, but they were all weird men with shaved heads and ghastly faces.

"Sir, everything is under control."

These.

Numbness, terror, despair.

Endless repetition.