latent syndrome.

Chapter 545 544. Correct Steps

Many people think so.

deep realm.

universe.

It is a purgatory of torture.

It's just purely for torturing people, and everyone in it is a demon, torturing each other.

This statement is not untestable.

Because of the source of the time scale.

The Aion is a prison.

In the middle of the highest floor of the tower, there is bound a person who has been tortured countless times since the beginning.

Time starts from here, flows to every place in the deep world, and then returns here.

When the nameless person entered the portal, crossed the black and white blurred desolation, killed several horrible existences here, the insignificant watchdog, and boarded the most well-known tower in the deep world.

The soil here is black and white and barren.

But the sky here is extremely chaotic, the colors cannot be seen clearly, only hazy and dark.

In the middle of this plane is a tall, pitch-black tower. Anonymous climbed to the top of the tower, etched by his own soul imprint, the last location.

There were countless people who came here before him, and Anonymous was not the first one, but he didn't know if he was the last one.

There is nothing at the top of the tower.

Anonymous is looking for the portal to the sea of ​​memories. According to Hugo, if there is a place that can lead to the sea of ​​memories, it must be the Tower of Eternity.

Anonymous has searched all over this plane, but he has not found a portal, only here is left.

But there was no portal in front of him, only a chaotic gray mist, and behind the gray mist there was a faintly twisted figure.

There was an incomparably painful scream and howl from that figure, sometimes holding his head in his hands, sometimes even rolling on the ground, going round and round, heart-piercing, suffering from pain that no one else could understand, and the painful screams shook the heart and spleen .

【This is obviously the correct step...】

【Obviously correct...】

The Nameless Man vaguely heard such a voice, but the voice seemed to have no source. He suspected that it was in the hazy gray mist, so he quickly stepped forward to grab it.

But when Anonymous stretched out his hand, the mist dissipated, as if the tortured person was in another dimension and did not exist here.

The trance figure was still screaming.

"useless."

"He doesn't exist in the deep realm."

"What we see is only his phantom."

"Welcome to visit the Tower of Eternity again."

Something is playing in the top corner of the tower.

Anonymous searched for the source of the sound, and found that it was not a living body, but a timing machine with self-awareness, a... wall clock hanging on the wall.

"You're just a clock."

"Apart from timing, do you really know what you're talking about?"

Anonymous mocked, because at this moment the minute hand of the wall clock was still moving crisply.

"Incomprehensible."

The wall clock played.

Anonymous repeated it.

"what?"

"Don't you know what you're talking about?"

The system that the clock uses to recognize speech seems to be malfunctioning, as if it were behind the ears of a person.

Wuming's eyelids twitched wildly, almost shouting and continued to mock.

"My existence is longer than yours."

"Knows more than you."

"I know what I'm talking about."

"You have come here for...the three thousandth time, Anonymous."

The next step is like the voice that comes with the system.

"I am a machine for calculating pain."

"The whole world is based on my scale."

"Every time a person in the gray mist experiences despair, my second hand will turn once."

"I am also a pain machine."

"Whenever a person feels that time is turning, I will take away a share of that person's pain, and correspondingly, give it to the person in the gray mist."

The playback sound of the wall clock is the default neutral sound that can be seen everywhere, and it feels cold.

Anonymous glanced at the gray mist that existed in another dimension, including the hunchbacked figure that was screaming and howling in extreme pain, and looked at the wall clock that had nothing to do with life, its second hand was moving crisply.

Anonymous doesn't know if it is precise or not, but the entire deep world is based on its scale.

It seems that something extremely terrible has been thought of.

"Is it always like this?"

Anonymous asked the wall clock.

But the voice recognition function of the wall clock seems to be broken, and only the default voice starts to play.

"I am a machine for calculating pain."

"The whole world is based on my scale."

"Every time a person in the gray mist experiences despair, my second hand will turn once."

"I am also a pain machine."

"Whenever a person feels that time is turning, I will take away a share of that person's pain, and correspondingly, give it to the person in the gray mist."

The wall clock is still running crisply, explaining it to itself, as if it is just a scenic spot prop, broadcasting like this for everyone who has exhausted all the hard work to get here.

heard here.

Even the ruthless person who is as nameless has a heart of compassion. He doesn't know what crime this person in the gray mist has committed to suffer this kind of torture.

Doe couldn't think of any crime.

"I rescued you."

Anonymous tried his best to disperse the gray mist without a trace, but nothing changed. The wall clock was still ticking, just as it played, the figure was in another dimension.

Part of the wall clock system was destroyed. Hearing this movement, he thought it was someone coming again.

"I'm a pain-calculating machine..."

Before it could finish speaking, the impatient Wuming punched the wall clock.

However, this wall clock, like the gray fog, exists in another dimension. The Nameless just destroyed the entire top of the tower, exposing the strange scenery of this absurd plane.

Looking down at the soil intertwined with black and white, the dark sky with hazy colors is completely chaotic and has no end in sight.

Anonymous still hasn't found the portal to the Sea of ​​Memories.

"What crime did he commit?"

"So that he was subjected to such a capital punishment?"

Anonymous asked the wall clock. At this time, it was hanging on nothingness, and it didn't need a wall. It seemed that it would always be satisfied with the setting of being hung.

"I do not know."

"As you said, I'm just a clock."

The wall clock played.

"Do you know where the portal to the sea of ​​memories is?"

"Incomprehensible."

"I came here for the [-]th time?"

"Yes."

"What's the name of the person in there?"

"Why don't you ask him yourself?"

The wall clock played.

Anonymous knew that he shouldn't waste time with this wall clock, and was completely misled. Just because he didn't exist here, it didn't mean he couldn't communicate with him. Since he could communicate with the wall clock, he must also include the people in the gray mist.

Maybe he was just in too much pain, so he ignored himself.

Anonymous continued to try to communicate with the figure.

But no matter what Anonymous said, the figure did not respond.

[This is obviously the correct step. 】

【Obviously correct...】

Such words came from another dimension.

"The correct steps..."

"What is it."

Anonymous asked.

The figure finally responded.

(End of this chapter)