Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2263 The Star of Bone Attachment
Is this the unique sense of relaxation that dreams offer?

Actually, what I just told the lobbyist was to find the one who escaped so that I could execute him, and the lobbyist's voice is still echoing there.

When the witch asked which door led to the messenger, he simply ran down to the next floor without any apparent unease.

Subsequent discoveries proved that there was indeed nothing wrong with it; the "lobbyist" had indeed appeared directly on this lower level.

It's clear that the witch who asked the second question had a similar imagination to herself regarding the scene behind the door—the prisoners would most likely not allow it, as it was yet another entrance to a deeper part of the dream, and instead, they wanted her and her companions to go in circles here.

In this situation, it's perfectly normal to open the door and find a "lobbyist" again.

Through her connection with the moonlight in the corridor, the witch's perception of this place may have deepened further, and she may have already sensed much more than the deduction process described above.

In any case, the witch was clearly prepared for the welcome she received behind the door.

So much so that from the moment he entered the room until the "darkness within light" solidified in his hand, there was no hesitation whatsoever.

Although the specific effects of the numerous lightless stars that have separated are still unclear—

"You've adapted very well, and I'm increasingly looking forward to your performance after you become permanent residents."

In comparison, Mr. "Li the Persuader" is much more conspicuous.

Just as the ancient darkness in the witch's hand once again shattered into countless stars, her comments continued unabated.

"Hometown, corridors, nightmares, honorific titles... are merely shackles that bind us, even escape is..."

"Join this unique transformation, and cast aside meaningless observations..."

As the dialogue became increasingly ambiguous, and the scenes were almost a copy-paste of the previous layer, changes began to occur again.

Behind the numerous rusted weapons, the insect limbs that were initially only vaguely visible rapidly became clearer, as if they were truly passing through a curtain.

Although the design isn't exactly appealing, classifying it as an insect is, frankly, a mercy from the experts.

The tangled flesh and blood, the overflowing bodily fluids, and the seemingly inhuman structure create a striking visual impact.

Fortunately, they were much more polite in comparison, and they did not continue to attack with their weapons.

Instead, they pierced into the surrounding bodies in unison.

"Woo——"

The force and scope of the attack immediately provoked cries of despair from many "lobbyists."

Indeed, just like before, that one still multiplied into countless forms during such movements, attaching itself to each and every insect.

Considering the eerie change in tone at the end of the wailing, Fu Qian even detected a certain pleasure in the person involved.

It's as if this action was made solely to experience the feeling of being pierced a thousand times over, and to express it through this stirring harmony.

It even demonstrates what it means to exclude the eyes—although the weapons pierced the body, there seemed to be something strange flowing out of the wounds, as if a giant eye had been pierced through the shell.

……

Your Excellency, the "lobbyist," seems to be in an excessively wonderful state of mind.

The change happened in the blink of an eye, so much so that the excessively melodious and prolonged wailing had not ended even after Fu Qian had finished observing.

The first conclusion reached was that it was related to the person involved.

To be honest, you could sense his extraordinary nature from the way he appeared on stage.

And as it has developed to this point, its infectiousness has become extremely strong.

Even the act of being too lazy to introduce oneself has been subtly given a reasonable explanation—names are meaningless.

In short, it somewhat contradicts the imagined mindset of prisoners. This character's dialogue, surprisingly, suggests they aren't entirely opposed to imprisonment and assimilation?

That's why they were chosen to stand up.

At that moment, Fu Qian shook his head inwardly.

As I commented before, no matter how fragile they are, the fact that they even dared to step forward and touch them already demonstrates the courage of the prisoners.

Looking back now, it might have been a bit of an overstatement.

After a fierce battle, the player who was ultimately chosen was the one who cared least about the outcome.

The subtle nuances suggest that the courage level needs to be discounted.

Although the "lobbyist" should not be underestimated.

It was previously speculated that he might be a mentally inclined player, and this unusual state of mind seems to confirm that.

It's not entirely unimaginable that someone with insufficient sensitivity, if imprisoned for too long, might develop some strange, almost supernatural, intelligence.

In the midst of empathy, the "speaker" finally brought his joyful chanting to a close, and Fu Qian's gaze naturally fell upon the insects.

Visibility was still very poor, but it was still possible to see that the weapon used to stab the body was changing.

We just described a weapon that resembled a biological limb; now, all the weapons connected to those different limbs are adopting the same style.

Ultimately, all these bodies seem to truly merge into one in this way.

……

Is this a manifestation of "sublimation"?
This expression can be described as vivid and expressive.

As a neurological player who is similar to the mental type, Fu Qian said that it was not difficult to understand some of the implications.

It must be said that the dialogue and actions of "The Persuader" were quite well coordinated, even reminding one of the prisoners' current state.

Of course, expressiveness is one aspect, but Fu Qian wouldn't be so naive as to think that it has no lethality.

While you, "Li Shuo Ke," may be abstract, just as you know to run when you encounter danger, guerrilla warfare ultimately requires "fighting." You should still possess these most basic common sense principles.

The ecstatic wails had just ended when the rust on the many bodies that had merged into one was rapidly evaporating, rising in wisps.

It blended into the original mist, turning a color like putrid blood, yet miraculously maintained a clear boundary.

The final scene was as if a sea of ​​blood was upside down above one's head, constantly pressing down.

"It's just the surface. If it completely covers the entire space, it will have a significant impact on our situation."

Almost immediately, the witch spoke up to warn that this was not air pollution, but some kind of powerful, channeled attack, which was clearly a conceptual attack.

"Woo!"

"Woo!"

……

As if to complement this statement, the "lobbyist's" gleeful wails reappeared, one after another like a countdown, constantly marking the arrival of that moment.

"Woo——"

However, that last sound was suddenly drawn out, as if it had witnessed something terrifying.

But then, one after another, dark arcs appeared, their tips emanating from the witch's hand—a lightless star—that tore through the sea and fog, instantly locking onto a certain location.

Sorry, the next chapter will have to be postponed until tomorrow noon.