Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Erni suddenly felt a shudder and agitation like an electric shock—the current seemed to surge from the middle of her spine, piercing all the way into the back of her neck, and then madly crashing into her brain:

It was completely bright, with a golden hue:

Everything in reality and digital space overlapped and mixed before her eyes at this moment.

Some kind of inexplicable message followed the explosion, rushing into Erni's consciousness and occupying her heart.

She finally found a gap and allowed the distracting thoughts to reenter her brain...

Vaguely - as a newbie who had rarely sensed the existence of digital space, Erni was only aware of her current situation in a hazy state: some extremely magnificent online changes were happening to her.

Erni clearly remembered that apart from the brain chip implanted when she worked at "Bida Express", there were no other online mechanisms - even the mind-wandering interface installed on the back of her neck was physically restricted by herself for the sake of safety during combat.

Now, where is this terrifying and huge flow of information rushing out of my mind going?

She felt it: this was a bomb, a bomb that had been buried deep in Erni's mind at some point in time, a bomb hiding deep in her brain chip.

For unknown reasons, the information bomb in Erni's brain did not take her life...

Instead, it stirred up the turbid and chaotic waters of the ocean of information and uncovered the dusty objects at the bottom of the abyss.

Uncontrollably, Erni raised her head: her sight passed through the deep sea of ​​numbers hanging upside down in the sky, and pierced straight into it——

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So she saw, heard, smelled, touched, and tasted...

That thing on the bottom of the sea.

It seemed to be just a thin and incoherent image, like a portrait inserted into a twenty-four-frame movie, flashing before her eyes from time to time; there were also scattered fragments of text in all languages ​​since the birth of mankind, and words that seemed far and near, coming from countless voices and tones.

Apart from this, there seemed to be much, much more; too many to count - Erni was like a born blind person who suddenly regained her sight, and was at a loss in the world overflowing with colors and graphics.

In the end, she only received one message amidst all the chaos.

There are countless colors in the color field, and at the same time there is an endless ocean without any color; that is the sea of ​​numbers.

And at the deepest part of the ocean floor, the remains of the dead...

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"Ah...ah!"

The invisible giant hand that seemed to have pierced through her ribs and grasped her entire body suddenly disappeared; and Erni finally regained control of her body as time went by.

I don’t know how long it has been since I fell into the state of being out of control.

only……

At this moment, she would rather not feel the existence of her limbs:

Compared with the pain now, the pain I felt all over my body right after the operation was done was like a relaxing massage or a nap after soaking in a hot spring for a long time.

Erni suddenly changed from standing upright to kneeling on the ground again, supporting the ground with the tip of her prosthetic hand - the prosthetic hand seemed to become confused because of the pain of its owner, and kept changing its posture; sometimes stretching and sometimes contracting.

"There's a body on the bottom of the sea. There ...—it's going to float up, it's going to float up..."

There were crackling sounds coming from her cartilage and joints. Erni's muscles spasmed and contracted uncontrollably; if she hadn't modified the output of her muscle bundles, her bones would have been broken by her own muscles.

With the meaningless words——

Vomit kept pouring out of Erni's throat, rushing out of her mouth and nasal cavity; it almost choked her to death: this is an acute symptom of someone who has never been accustomed to daydreaming, and suddenly encounters the shock brought about by the real and digital space.

But even so, it still couldn't stop Erni from mumbling non-stop: and even Erni herself didn't understand what she was saying. These sentences didn't seem to have any real meaning to her, just like nonsense in a dream.

Erni could no longer bear it and fell to her knees. The metal knee pads hit the ground, and the crisp sound seemed to stimulate her nausea even more:

"Wow!"

This time, only gastric juice and bile were left. But even as her lips and tongue stirred in the constantly flowing body fluids, Erni still unconsciously repeated her murmurs; only this time, there was a whole new content in her murmurs:

"Bai Shisheng. Bai Shisheng, there is Bai Shisheng's body on the bottom of the sea - it's about to float up."

"Bai Shisheng".

This is the name of the corpse - or rather, what it once was. Today, this individual no longer exists, either in the physical world or in digital space.

But he or she, or even it, after "death", still left behind a name... and bones.

Who exactly is "Bai Shisheng", or what exactly is he?

Erni didn't know——

There was only light. A bright, all-filling glow burst forth from Erni's mind, and then poured into the network of Luzon, where a tsunami was already sweeping across the land.

On the edge of consciousness, Erni recalled some of the past: how she had once ventured into the dead city outside Kuala Lumpur with the Savage Tribe, and how she had seen the dying Buddha in the dead city...

"It turns out that the bastard planted a bomb in my brain at that time."

Ugh, ugh…

She opened her mouth again, but only a trace of saliva came out. Just like her digestive system that could no longer spit out anything extra, Erni felt that her soul and heart seemed to have become empty.

Without external intervention, nothing will stop...

Summoning up her last bit of reason and courage, Erni suddenly raised the tip of the jade bamboo shoot and smashed it on her own temple.

With the impact and concussion of the brain in the skull; relying on this instinct, Erni finally fainted -

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After that, no matter in reality or in the digital space that coexists with the real world, endless storms and tsunamis have been set off.

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Chapter 286: Greed (Part )

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The mist in the sky seemed to be thicker, becoming more like sparse dark clouds, but the light that shone through them was still so warm, illuminating the pale earth and the endless river.

The Nameless Man floated across the waves of the Red River, his body rising and falling with the water that was no longer calm.

At some point, he finally woke up from his dream, but the distance between him and the black abyss in the distance did not shorten. At the end of the crisscrossing river, the round, huge blood waterfall was still beating down on the vermilion river water.

This made the Nameless Man a little confused - he wondered how long he had been asleep. Judging from his floating position in the river and the distance he had traveled, he should have only slept for a few breaths.

As he slept, the vermilion river stirred up waves in the windless air, gently lapping against his torso; the water splashed in the air and then turned into a light pink mist.

On both sides of the turbulent flow, there was an endless sea of ​​flowers made up of bright pink, vermilion and white. The slender and winding blood-red branches stretched out from under the flower buds made of swollen sacs, and they were also shaking quietly, dancing and swaying rhythmically with the contraction and pulsation of the ground.

All senses are so clear that people cannot distinguish the distance between reality and dreams; but the atmosphere is psychedelic and hazy, just like observing everything around through a CRT monitor illuminated by neon light.

"How long have I slept?"

The Nameless Man murmured for a moment, and suddenly remembered the "Xihe Girl" who had grown out of his torso like a parasite - in a daze, he remembered that the other party had said: She was just a product of the Nameless Man's fantasy.

But he received no answer:

On the contrary, the Xihe girl suddenly asked a question to greet his awakening.

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The torso of the Xihe girl, which extended from the spine of the nameless man, had two eagle-like bird legs that had grown out at some point. Ten claws with spirals and grayish-yellow tips were entangled in the flesh; standing on his shoulders. But the nameless man did not feel any pain - the sensory system in the turtle's breath seemed to be different from reality:

"You said before that you didn't know who you were; right?"

The nameless man raised his head; the light from the mist in the sky shone directly down, casting the face of the Xihe girl in a vague shadow. He was a little confused by this unreasonable question:

"Ah? Hmm. Name and what I did in the past - I don't remember anything."

The Xihe girl came closer. The face without any facial features, only with ups and downs, seemed to have a pair of pure black eyes in the empty eye sockets as the light and shadow changed:

"Have you ever thought that... once you get out of the turtle breath, you will be transformed into a completely different person. You know: people's personalities, thoughts, their souls - they are all shaped by their past; and you have no past."

"When you regain your memory and remember everything from the past... it will be impossible for you to think and view the outside world the same way you do now. Unless you lose your memory again... but then, you will be different from now."

"So, if you wake up from this dream, you will be dead. Is that right?"

After the Xihe girl finished her long string of words, the anonymous person rubbed his scalp with the first knuckle of his right hand; the Xihe girl's trunk scratched the back of his head like a vine, making him feel itchy:

"Well...I haven't thought about that."

This thought had indeed never occurred to Nameless. In a sense, he, who was now floating on the Vermilion River, was indeed unique. But what was the necessity of such uniqueness for him? Nameless felt that it was debatable.

After all, he was just soaking in a warm river of blood with a strange talking creature growing on his back; he didn't actually do anything... It wouldn't matter if such a self disappeared, right?

The Xihe girl was still interrogating him, staring at the Nameless Man viciously. The Nameless Man held down the Xihe girl's head and pushed it upwards:

"While I was sleeping, you were thinking about all this nonsense. I think you should get some sleep too... It looks safe around here, so you don't need to stand guard."

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The Xihe girl retracted her head in dismay, shaking it crookedly from side to side: she seemed not very satisfied with the answer given by the anonymous person, but did not continue the topic.

The anonymous person was a little confused by the topic that the Xihe girl suddenly started, but then he felt relieved. In this almost empty world, according to the Xihe girl, she was taking a rest, people would always start to wander their thoughts randomly because of the boredom of the emptiness.

For a moment, neither Nameless nor the Xihe girl spoke. Nameless was still immersed in the afterglow of just waking up: it seemed that as long as he could remember, he had never been grumpy when waking up.

But the silence between the two did not last long. Compared to the anonymous person who preferred to be in a daze, the Xihe girl seemed to find this kind of dullness without anyone to talk to even more unbearable.

She suddenly spread out the large leaves without a network of veins on both sides of her body, and slapped the two gray-yellow bird claws that had grabbed the nameless man's shoulders:

"You see, my body can be transformed; I just discovered this. Pretty cool, right?"

The anonymous yawned. Even though he had just taken a short nap, he was still drowsy. He even wanted to take another nap:

"Didn't you tell me that we are in a dream... In a dream, we can do whatever we want? Look, let me create one for you."

As he spoke, the Nameless Man raised his hands, ready to demonstrate the changes in his physical form to the Xihe girl - but no matter how hard he tried, or how hard he concentrated his mind and imagined his palms expanding like balloons... his palms still didn't change at all, only the skin was wrinkled because he had been soaked in water for too long.

So he coughed softly again, pretending to be choked by the splashing water - and then put his hand back to his side.

The Xihe girl didn't care. She waved the branches like a child, fully immersed in showing off her new discovery:

"If, I'm like this now—"

As the Xihe girl spoke: first there were weak pointed buds - then two thin flower buds grew from the branches, symmetrical on both sides of her body.

Then, as if in fast-forward, the buds developed at a high speed, and as the cells stretched and the cell walls relaxed, the petals opened and blossomed—but the stamens and pistils were skipped, and the flower withered in silence. A little later, the style degenerated, and the anthers developed into two green-mango-like fruits.

The fruit was still changing shape - it seemed as if countless wriggling larvae were living in the peel and flesh, causing the oval green fruit to twist and deform constantly.

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Chapter 287: Greed (Part )

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In this ugly and horrifying, yet slightly miraculous change, suddenly:

The two green fruits were no longer plants, but human-like palms, with five fingers, lines, distinct and raised joints. However, they were obviously much larger than normal people's - the left and right palms were placed side by side, and could even completely cover the belly of the anonymous person.

Then, a thin membrane grew out from between the fingers at a speed visible to the naked eye: now, like the webbed feet of a duck, there is a film-like adhesion between the five fingers.

Snap, snap, snap…

The Xihe girl twisted her body, causing the two inhumanly huge "duck paws" to slap the red river water beneath them fiercely, stirring up circles of water waves; although it was far from enough to allow them to swim upstream, it did make the Nameless Man and her stay where they were; they no longer continued to drift downstream.

"Look, it's like a rowing oar, right? If I just push harder, we won't fall into that big black hole."

The Nameless Man looked at the waves spreading out in all directions around him - they spread out in circles until they hit the river bank and disappeared into nothingness.

He turned his head and looked at the Xihe girl. Of course, it was difficult for Wuming to find any expression on that face without any facial features. Suddenly, he had a little doubt about the Xihe girl.

"She doesn't seem to want to fall into the big hole at the end of the river? Does this guy know something and isn't telling me...?"

But in the end, Anonymous just shrugged and acknowledged his only companion: