Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 323 Information Decomposition
The white robes fluttered in the wind as Chegodoa's expression turned solemn amidst the violent explosion caused by the collision of two opposing forces.

He could feel his pure white essence trembling because of the intense darkness emanating from the other person.

Instinctive fear?
incredible.

He stood firmly at his post, never feeling fear even when facing the dark world. In his mind, perhaps only when the rumored high-integration illusionary realm descended once more would it bring real pressure to the capital and the lamplighters.

And now, he had only come to pick up his good-for-nothing brother and take him home, but he has encountered such an outrageous existence.

It's utterly trampling on his worldview.

The floating cannons unleashed a massive barrage, chasing the rampant black shadow in the air. Each ray of light, if it were to fall to the ground, could easily pierce the earth's surface, ravaging the world.

But the "rabbi" simply spun the black umbrella lightly, and with a dance-like movement in mid-air, wiped away all the white light.

The umbrella, which had just been a strained burden in the rabbi's hands, suddenly sprang to life in its true owner's hands. When opened, the wide canopy appeared to Chegodoa as the gaping maw of an invisible monster.

It greedily consumes white as its food.

Seeing this, Chegodoa clasped his hands together, and the floating cannons beside him transformed back into wings, which then suddenly opened again. Centered on Chegodoa, a pure white color began to spread.

In the blink of an eye, it enveloped the "rabbi".

"Hmm?" Rabbi looked around with great interest at the changes. A pure white city appeared out of thin air, with many towers shimmering with light sitting in the city.

“It’s all true,” said the rabbi.

This sudden appearance all around, rewriting reality, is not an illusion, but another, more solid layer of reality.

“Nature is real. What we think can easily overwrite reality in this fragile, adrift world. It is only natural that such changes occur when we express our thoughts,” Chegodoia replied proudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the wings behind him transformed into floating cannons once again.

As he gestured with his hands, the white towers changed accordingly, with cannons extending to aim at "Rabi".

With a whooshing sound, several pristine white aircraft flew in from nowhere. They were of the standard type commonly used by the Dadu Wave Army, but no one was actually piloting them.

Tanks and armored vehicles were also seen driving out from the ground.

It's less of a city and more of a military base on the scale of a super-large city.

Deadly weapons were everywhere.

Rabbi remained unfazed even in such circumstances: "The fruits of the Seed of Light are mostly manifested by the mind of the holder. You look so refined, but you are quite violent inside."

“Oh? You know something about this?” Chegodoia raised his eyes slightly. “However, in your illusory understanding, is this considered violence? That’s a really low-level understanding. It’s normal that someone who likes to use the illusion of a little girl’s body can’t understand this kind of true mechanical beauty.”

"In the end, aren't you still going to go all out against me? Besides, what did this little girl eat of your rice?" "Rabbi" retorted mercilessly.

Chegodoya had no further intention of saying.

Raising his hand to issue the command, the floating cannon fired its first shot, and all firepower was unleashed on Zheng Fan without reservation.

The relentless bombing continued without pause, the roar never ceasing.

There was no room to dodge; even the strange black umbrella could not stop them.

Ultimately, it's just an illusion that allows one to touch reality through a weak body. No matter how powerful it is, without a highly integrated illusionary world and the support of the dark world, it would be impossible to defeat the Lamplighter in a one-on-one situation.

Suddenly, amidst countless bombardments and scorching white light, a terrifying black aura spread outwards.

Chegodoya's eyes widened, his pupils dilating. He looked into the distance in shock, only to see pitch blackness, a distorted reality in his world, a bottomless vortex.

The once pristine, armed city suddenly became riddled with flaws. Deep cracks appeared one by one on the white buildings, from which flowed a black, unidentified liquid.

As these black substances flowed, the world was instantly devastated.

In the vortex, Chegodoa could only see a pair of gray eyes, with red and black data flowing intensely in the center of the pupils.

While the rabbi's eyes were being modified by Zheng Fan's possession, the symbiotic relationship between the rabbi and the radish underwent a mutation, transforming them into a powerful tool that efficiently absorbs external information and even possesses autonomous analytical capabilities.

But this was of no use to Zheng Fan, because Zheng Fan was far better at absorbing basic information than the rabbi's eyes.

However, at this moment, Zheng Fan possessed the rabbi for the first time, and with his catalysis, his eyes underwent further changes.

It's still about absorbing information, but this time, it's about directly breaking down the objects you see into basic information and then taking it into your eyes and recording it in your mind.

The dissemination of information is a process of "copy and paste," but at this moment, these white and red eyes have turned this process into "cut and paste"!
When all basic information has been exhausted, the fate awaiting the existence constituted by that basic information is disappearance. Something that can no longer transmit information to the outside world is no different from death.

All the firepower was quickly disintegrated and absorbed into the "rabbi's" sight.

She doesn't have to do anything; she just has to "watch."

Chegodoya was already drenched in sweat.

The black umbrella in the rabbi's hand disintegrated into a cluster of fragments, which also formed a pair of black wings behind the rabbi.

“Indeed, even in such circumstances, you do not exude any real fear or wavering. Despite being impacted by this situation, the Lamplighter remains steadfast, contemplating his chance to break through my predicament.” The “Rabbi” looked down at Chegodoya.

Chegodoya did not answer, but simply raised one hand to the sky, and the new tower was rebuilt and began to shoot beams into the sky.

The beam of light disappeared into the gloomy sky, and soon, a few white stars twinkled in the sky.

“I know someone who almost became the Lamplighter, but she failed and chose another path.” The “rabbi” did not look up or make any other movements, continuing to chat casually with Chegodoya.

“That’s a real shame,” Chegodoia finally responded. “Because she doesn’t want to give up what she already has. You should know that.”

Chegodoya fell silent for a moment.

“You really spoil your good-for-nothing brother,” said “Rabbi.”

To become a lamplighter means to abandon most of one's past, for the sake of power, for the sake of becoming a steadfast defender of the capital. One must restrain one's mind, remaining unwavering; only in this way can the fruits of one's labor provide stable strength, preventing one from losing one's way in the darkness.

Talent—to persevere longer, to stay a little longer with the few remaining attachments in one's heart before burning out completely.

Chegodoya was briefly lost in thought.

"Cegodoya!" At that moment, a voice brought him back to reality from his momentary lapse in concentration; it was Slovendo.

Chegodoya was taken aback, then his face contorted in pain as he turned and yelled, "Useless old man! What are you doing here?!"

Sloven was taken aback by his younger brother's outburst; his brother hadn't yelled at him so directly in a long time. But he immediately snapped back, "I'm here to keep you company!"

"Huh? I'm the lamplighter..."

"I may be a bit useless, but I'm not so blind that I can't see you're going to lose to the other side!"

Slovendo is Chegodoa's weakness, which is why he was able to enter this world from the outside without being affected by Chegodoa's power.

"Didn't you ever think that coming here would make you a burden to me?" Chegodoya said helplessly, suddenly feeling powerless.

“Oh, you dare to come in.” “Rabbi” interrupted their brothers’ farewell with amusement.

She stood in the sky, everything around her turning into black smoke and dissipating. Compared to what had just happened, the "rabbi" now seemed more like a demon king bringing everything to an end.

Slovendo, pale-faced, pursed his lips: "If I just leave like this, wouldn't I really become a useless piece of trash?"

It's one thing that he's useless, but the real problem is that he dragged his younger brother down with him.

Compared to his career or even his life, what he feared losing most was probably this. At the very least, he couldn't just watch him die here because of him.

Upon hearing this, his expression hardened once more: "Chegodoya, the entire force has withdrawn from this world!"

Chegodoya gritted his teeth and said, "Fine!"

He raised his hands, clenched them tightly, and burned his own Seed of Light in a final attempt.

The starlight that he had previously shot into deep space suddenly shone brightly and fell downwards at an astonishing speed from its high position.

"Pale Star"!
This ultimate blow, powerful enough to shake the very foundations of the alien world and directly dismantle it, is the final image of Chegodoa as the lamplighter.

In the act of burning oneself out, one shines with unprecedented brilliance.

Even stronger than that.

However, just as Chegodoah had when he first arrived, he treated the rabbis and spoke those words.

This is all meaningless.

Their anger and resentment are meaningless. Zheng Fan, now possessed by the rabbi, believes that whatever he does is unfair to them; existence itself is such a thing.

The stance has reversed.

Rabbi also silently watched Slovendo and Chegodoya standing together in his mind.

He couldn't help but let out a sneer.

"Go to hell."

Her voice came from the shadows.

Since everyone is taking action for what they firmly believe in, even at the cost of their lives, all the contempt, curses, and hatred, in the end, can only be condensed into such simple words.

At least these two brothers can at least die together.

The white star disintegrated just before it fell; "Rabbi" ultimately prevented it from falling.

She raised her hand, her fingers gently tracing her lower eyelids. The cold stream of data in her eyes dissected everything, and that "giant mouth" was still devouring and chewing.

It's like an information shredder.

Slovendo and Chegodoa collapsed together, unable to hold on any longer. Black smoke billowed from their bodies as they disintegrated under the watchful eyes of those eyes.

Chegodoya was the first to be hit; his eyes lost their last glimmer of light, and he slumped his head helplessly.

Sloven watched his brother die, and tried his best to look up at the person. But he had no strength left, and could only see a pair of boots.

His eyes were open, and his consciousness was the first to disintegrate.

The information that can be gleaned from it is much richer than that from Chegodoya.

Compared to his brother, he was indeed a rather unremarkable person.

It was uninteresting, but his death did have some significance for the rabbi.

With the demise of Chegodoya, the white city finally collapsed.

(End of this chapter)