With the full level of enlightenment, you can rub the fruit of transcendence with your hands!

Chapter 600 Hagen
The changes in the spirit world and the cyber world are obscure and turbulent. As soon as the spirit world is formed, it absorbs the thoughts of all living beings, the desires of the two worlds, stimulates the devil, condenses the foundation of the extraordinary, ignites the fire of wisdom, bursts out spiritual light, and at the same time, gathers boundless madness.

The spiritual sea covers the two realms, like a veil covering the two worlds. It is both the source of madness and a barrier to reason, isolating madness from the mind. Only when the mundane comes into contact with the extraordinary can one touch the endless madness and receive the gifts from the spiritual world.

At the same time, those troubled, crazy and hysterical souls fell below the bottom line of reason in endless depravity, and felt the existence of the spiritual world for the first time. A grand ceremony of awakening the spirits began.

Hagen is a painter, a poor painter. He originally had a good life, a happy family, and a job that was enough to support his life.

But the good times did not last long, as accidents always came unexpectedly. Just after he finished a certain work, which was a portrait creation for an upper-class aristocrat, as a qualified artist, he was deeply loved by some noble ladies. Especially after the soul aesthetics gradually spread, hand-painted portraits became all the rage, and at one point surpassed AI drawings that were denounced as being too mechanical.

When he returned home with his drawing board, the scene he saw almost made him lose control: an open door, broken furniture, corpses scattered on the floor, his wife's empty eyes looking straight at the door, the only remaining head was placed in the most conspicuous position, and next to the head were two big words painted in blood - Art.

Hagen could hardly accept this fact as he walked through the room where blood was splattered everywhere in a daze. His flesh and blood pressed against the soles of his shoes, making a slight creaking sound. He walked through several small rooms and finally found his daughter.

The seven-year-old daughter sat there blankly, surrounded by blood. There was a circular mark with various patterns under her body, as if some kind of ritual was being performed, and the source of the blood was her mother.

When Hagen rushed into the room and picked up his daughter, he found that she could no longer speak and had almost lost response to the outside world. Her mind, which had just been exposed to the world, was blocked by a sudden disaster, and no one was allowed to enter.

The devastated Hagen almost lost the courage to live. He finally collected all the bodies of his wife. When he put them together, the scene almost pierced Hagen's soul.

He lost the courage to pick up a pen, and even though he tried hard to control his trembling hands, the works he produced were considered lifeless waste. Hagen soon lost his job, but for the sake of his daughter, he could only seek various ways to make money to treat her mental illness.

It is difficult and expensive to see a doctor. In this world, the rich don’t care about medical care because their assets are enough to support this service. The poor don’t need to care either because they can’t afford it at all. They either have to endure it or accept all kinds of harsh regulations and become the hospital’s experimental subjects.

As a member of the middle class, Hagen soon squandered all his savings on the treatment process. He found it hard to believe that the various technologies that were almost omnipotent and could make people immortal could not solve simple mental illnesses.

"Sir, your daughter must have suffered from mental trauma after experiencing severe stimulation. She is also mentally closed, unresponsive, and has a tendency towards schizophrenia. However, her nerve fluctuations are extremely active. After being stimulated, she closed herself off and built a mental safe house for herself, a closed world where her consciousness resides."

"She is afraid, terrified, and avoiding. In this case, we can provide psychological counseling and use virtual technology to conduct spiritual induction therapy to help her open up."

The doctor pushed his glasses and looked at the haggard Hagen and said, "But these methods are only temporary counseling treatments, and the effect is hard to guarantee. Perhaps you can try to shatter her memory, import new memories, and build a beautiful memory for her, but the exploration of the brain has always been a difficult problem in the world. Large-scale memory tampering is difficult to ensure the integrity of consciousness, and the birth of a new personality is also very simple. The slightest mistake will cause a more serious vicious cycle, and even brain death in severe cases." "Or, seal her in a life-support chamber that provides nutrition. After all, in her current state, it is difficult for her to even form basic physiological reactions, and her desire to eat is close to zero."

"Considering the expenses of various treatments and maintaining vital signs, I suggest you give up. Perhaps death is a good destination for your daughter, and you can create a new life with your wife."

The doctor's words were cold, but that was normal. When the treatment plan exceeds the patient's ability to bear, giving up is the most effective option.

Hagen shook his head, walked out of the hospital, and took his daughter around, hoping for a miracle. As his wallet became emptier, the way to maintain vital signs continued to downgrade rapidly, from life chambers to nutrient solution, and then to extracorporeal injections. His daughter soon became weak and sickly due to malnutrition, her hair became dry and yellow, her body became shriveled, and she was just skin and bones.

"The Mad Painter and His Little Monster"

This is what people on the street call Hagen and his daughter. The people at the bottom do not have extra sympathy for others because of the same suffering. Instead, they are more critical of Hagen's experience. They know that this is a former rich man who has undergone a class change and become impoverished, so they pour malice and sarcastic venom on Hagen with hatred for the rich and cowardice in the face of the upper class.

After a day's work, Hagen dragged his tired body back home, ignoring the colorful graffiti on the walls. Curses, trash, monsters, etc. were just the lowest level of means, and could hardly cause any ripples in Hagen's heart.

He opened the heavily sealed secret room, and saw his daughter lying there quietly like a zombie. Or perhaps she was even worse than a zombie because she didn't move.

"I'm back. Today is another tough day, but at least we still have hope. How are you, are you doing well, Windsor?"

He greeted them as usual, and got no response. Hagen took out the nutrient injection from his arms tremblingly. His hands, which should have been well cared for, were left with countless hidden diseases and wounds. Even if he overcame his inner demons and picked up the brush again, he was no longer the skilled and high-spirited painter who was sought after by countless upper-class people.

Picking up the injection needle, he carefully disinfected it and gently wiped Windsor's body. After hesitating for a long time, he found a less dense area among the dense needle holes on her arm and began to inject.

The deterioration of her body's functions has almost made Windsor lose her ability to heal herself. Her body can hardly bear the function of repair. Perhaps one evening, when Hagen's tired figure steps into the room, he will see the scene that he has imagined thousands of times but still finds difficult to accept.

"Perhaps only then will I have the courage to die, and then we will meet again and be reunited as a family."

(End of this chapter)