Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2314 Chain Collapse
Veron did not see it.

Because those who suffer have been saved and have reached the other shore.

To be honest, this was a somewhat unexpected situation for us.

Although the witch said that after the burial scroll was opened, she would become the core of the concept of the other shore.

However, the example of "world-weariness" serves as an analogy, showing that knowing there is a core entity is one thing, but it doesn't mean that the entity is in control.

On the other hand, the witch had already tested it, and nothing too strange happened.

However, this second use not only had the effect of artificial perception, but also brought additional benefits related to the attribute of the other shore.

Actually, there's another process in between. Before paying, you need to check your own health, which is no different from the first time.

However, when "self-examining" from the perspective of inner demons, it is discovered that some special operations can be performed.

The other shore is truly solidifying, with itself at its core.

To be more precise, it felt as if I were wearing the skin of an angel of peace.

Anyone can escape to the other side at any time if they wish.

As for why this change occurred, in Fu Qian's view, the inner demons combined with the indescribable are an indispensable factor.

From this unique perspective, time, space, concepts... everything becomes abstract, making them easier to extract and condense.

Just like when Master Yuhun was searching for the Abandoned Prison.

In short, Fuqian, who has never liked to reject new things, quietly pushed forward this change.

At this moment, he was absolutely certain that he only needed one thought to truly cut himself off from the world.

As for the one who was tragically shot in the head, the situation is even simpler—Fu Qian really did put that idea on him.

The medium is the mercy in one's hands, and it must be said that even the name of the gun is quite fitting.

From his own perspective, the sufferer still sits there, with a wild "eye" being lifted from above his head.

But in reality, his nature is just like the exploration team that entered the academy on the other side back then; his own existence has been directly removed from the audience's perception.

"Why did you shoot..."

Veron's reaction proved this.

After a long silence, he stared at the gun in Fu Qian's hand, seemingly finally realizing what he had just done.

"For treatment...of us?"

Before Fu could answer, Viron had already come up with his own excuse, his face contorted with rage.

"Weren't you all fine? Why do we need to treat you?"

Unfortunately, even so, Fu Qian still didn't let him off the hook, asking a question with a half-smile.

……

Of course, it wasn't just that suffering person who was being tested.

He had promised to help, so this was just a small reward he could easily collect.

Didn't they notice that the victim had already calmed down the moment they entered the other side?

That shot just now looked terrifying, but it was actually controlled with extreme precision, only slightly opening the skull.

Even a mentalist who isn't known for their physical strength shouldn't die so quickly.

The reason he stopped struggling as much as before was actually quite simple—he was forcibly disconnected from the internet.

The isolation of the other side has been proven once again.

Even this influence, which originated from the "indescribable," was forcibly severed.

One point to emphasize here is that after making contact, Fu Qian did not forget to confirm the question raised earlier, which was who the screenwriter was.

After all, it's really hard to imagine that someone like Master Yuhun or Wuchang, after achieving transcendence, would be doing third-rate screenwriting for no reason.

The final conclusion is that this script in a state of mental dance can almost be likened to a living being, surviving according to instinct while responding to stimuli. And what gives it this vitality is the indescribable natural order.

This means that even if you pay in advance, it's not so easy to cancel directly.

Similar to how script content can be changed, a performance cannot be canceled directly.

If we force them to do that, it will be difficult to guarantee the actors' mental state.

The unlucky guy in front of us has already had it bad enough.

In short, to some extent, this can indeed be seen as a way of communicating with higher powers or the universe.

These patients with brain-induced ecstasy are like the legendary chosen ones with innate wisdom.

Of course, one of those wisdom roots had already been severed by his own spear, hehehe...

"why?"

He was laughing wildly inside, but Fu Qian kept a straight face and stared at Viron, asking him another question, not giving him a chance to evade the previous one.

……

Cutting the sufferers out of the internet is still not the ultimate goal.

For Fang Qian, doing this serves two purposes: firstly, it tests whether the brute-force cracking method from the other side is feasible; secondly, he anticipates a chain reaction.

By the time of Bairluk, Mr. Knight had already set an example.

When one person is missing from the script, the entire brain dance becomes unstable, to the point that the warehouse has to send someone to put out the fire.

what about now?

This isn't just about actors being absent due to illness; it's a direct mismatch between the script and the number of actors.

What kind of impact will this effect, comparable to meme erasure, bring?
"We... may need to confirm further..."

This was getting a bit too aggressive, and for a moment, even Grandpa Vilon was speechless. It was Professor Yang who stepped in with difficulty.

"Really? Then it seems I didn't pick up the wrong tools—but let me help confirm, really?"

Fu Qian nodded, the Compassionate Handkerchief in his hand swaying as if choosing a forehead, then changed the subject.

……

It seems to have begun; indeed, there are limits to how flexible adjustments can be.

The air was quiet, but at that moment, the faces of the two old men seemed to be filled with a lot of noise.

Unease, anxiety, anger... a variety of vaguely discernible negative emotions are rapidly intertwining.

Until it seemed it could no longer bear it and was about to completely collapse... but it suddenly froze there, losing all its vitality.

The legendary piece shattered gently?
Very good, quite efficient.

If it's any slower, I'll have to consider performing a ritual to help the dead pass on.

Feeling the deathly silence, Fu Qian couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

Because of his inner demons, he knew clearly that beneath the surface of peace, turbulent undercurrents were brewing.

The stage has collapsed, and the actors have washed away their glamour.

The antimemetic power from the Angel of Euthanasia was like poison to Brain Dance, causing a chain reaction of collapse in the blink of an eye.

The remaining owners of these talents eventually fell victim to Professor Fu's actions.

Hmph, this is what happens when you oppose me, Apocalypse.

"We've checked, you're fine."

The villain's murderous laughter echoed only in his heart. At that moment, Fu Qian nodded, did not press for an answer, and gave an optimistic diagnosis.

"He's the same."

At the same time, the gun was turned and pointed at a bloodied and mangled head next to it.