Curse Reply: I'm going to fight the Myriad Corpse Immortal, the highest level one!

To step into the world of Xiu Yiyan, you must first understand two concepts.

There are two interesting psychological phenomena in humans, one of which is the uncanny valley effect.

This refers to the non-linear emotional response that humans have to human-like things.

When the resemblance between a humanoid object and a human is close to that of a human but with subtle differences, the observer will feel inexplicable disgust and fear. However, once the similarity between the object and the human exceeds a certain threshold, the emotional response will turn positive.

The brain can accept "human", "human-like" and "not human", but it cannot accept "human-like non-human" that lies between "human-like" and "human".

The second is semantic saturation.

When you stare intently at a piece of text for a long time, especially if it's complex, you might suddenly find the text unfamiliar at some brief moment.

The words are words I could write casually on any day, but the feel of each stroke and line is no longer familiar.

It's like resetting a wooden archive in a corner; you don't recognize it, and it doesn't recognize you.

But as long as you don't check it for a while, and the save file is restored, everything will return to normal, and it will still feel so familiar and comforting.

This phenomenon is also called "Gestalt collapse" and "graph saturation," and is essentially a temporary cognitive unfamiliarity caused by the fatigue of brain neurons.

If you were faced with an ordinary-looking human being, whose every feature and detail exudes the two effects mentioned above, causing your understanding of the concept of being human to be completely distorted, broken, dissolved, and disintegrated, how would you feel?

The answer is —

Confront the Ancient God! Confront the "Ancient God of Man" who embodies all the terrors and unknowns of the world!

First look at His black hair.

On the boundless expanse of flesh, there exist countless holes in the flesh, enough to drive someone with trypophobia crazy.

Endless, jet-black tendrils spread wildly toward the sky, like one nauseating, maddening giant tree after another that devours light. That dark and gloomy forest is an unbearable expanse, and also the ultimate dark and mad twisted crown on the chaotic flesh of the indescribable ancient god.

Next, let's look at the skin.

On the flesh-colored earth, one after another, the pupils of flesh opened, and from the deep crevices, dark, rough, eternally unchanging, and immobile tentacles emerged.

Without a doubt, they are the countless eyes, countless tongues, and countless mouths of the ancient gods that devoured all things in the world.

Its deep eyes never close, its wicked mouth is always open, and its tongue must stand forever.

Next, look at the eyes.

In the center of the pale, round celestial body filled with crimson rivers of blood, there is a circle, a hole, a cave, the unknown, and despair.

It is the abyss itself that cannot be looked at directly, the manifestation of a dark and hopeless fate in the human world, the primordial pore that permeates the mind and reality, overflowing with the chaos of ignorance.

Outside the body, there is still a body; outside the limbs, there are still limbs.

The boundless organic matter constitutes the infinite and limitless god before our eyes.

The god wasn't much taller than Shuichi, but in Shuichi's perception, He was even more majestic than the universe itself.

No, this can't go on! Don't think about Him, stop thinking about Him, forbid thinking about Him!

Shuichi closed his eyes in agony, clutching his head which felt like it was about to explode. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it could jump out of his chest, his limbs were numb and spasming, and his fragile sanity seemed to have already left him.

He dared not look anymore, could not think anymore.

Shuichi's inspiration was so high that he could glimpse the high concentration of humanity flowing from the God of Humanity, but his rationality was not high enough for him to recognize the God.

There are three levels of cognition: seeing a mountain as a mountain, seeing a mountain as not a mountain, and seeing a mountain as a mountain again. One can communicate normally with Xia Jie in the first and third levels.

Unfortunately, this unlucky kid named Shuichi was stuck in the middle, just like the late-stage Silver rank in the electric baton's words, unable to go up or down, stuck there.

"Hey? Friend, are you alright?"

Xia Jie noticed Xiu Yi's distressed state upon seeing her, and 0.00001 seconds after triggering a sanity check, she completed the restraint of her abundant humanity.

This deity, who treated humanity as divinity, truly did not expect that the excessive concentration of humanity would trigger an oversaturation of human concepts and a cognitive collapse.

Judging from the current effect, if the pigment of humanity were several times thicker, it might be able to project the concept of humanity outwards like radiation, coloring everything in the world into the most insane and bizarre form of humankind.

Trees transformed into fractals of hands, the earth into writhing skin, the air into warm breath... It's terrifying to even think about.

At this moment, the greeting from the ancient god Xia Jie reached Shuichi's ears as follows:

"■？:)，&#*∯？"

Xia Jie's high concentration of humanity has been completely suppressed, so her speech is normal. However, Shuichi is currently in a state of temporary "semantic saturation" with humans and is unable to understand human voices at all.

"Command: Brain Information Buffer, Target: Xiuyi."

"Command: Restore Rationality, Target: Shuichi."

"Command: Deep Mental Healing, Target: Xiuyi."

"Are you feeling better, Shuichi?"

Xia Jie walked towards Xiuyi under the fearful yet wary gaze of Tong Hui.

"Don't come any closer! I'll shout for help! Uncle Suzuki and Ms. Kobayashi's house is nearby! Do you want to be surrounded by the whole town?!"

The matter involved her own safety and that of Shuichi, and given the current bizarre situation, Kirie immediately exhaled in shock.

"You're not from this town, so how did you recognize Shuichi the moment we met? What's wrong with Shuichi right now?"

"What exactly is this 'instruction' you're talking about? Tell me now!"

Xia Jie stopped in his tracks with a calm expression. He could have easily taken the time to explain clearly, or spent a few minutes editing a knowledge package that contained the complete current situation.

But there's no need. Just tag Junji Ito and let him explain to the male and female protagonists he created.

If it is clearly explained that the tragedy did not arise from the comic, but was a coincidence under infinite exhaustive possibilities, the comic artist Jun Ryo should not have incurred the combined wrath of Kirie and Shuichi.

"You agree, right, the crossover web?"

"No, this varies from person to person. After the four conquered worlds merged, Gen Urobuchi, the writer of *Puella Magi Madoka Magica*—the Warrior of Love—was met with hostility and a beating from the magical girl Homura Akemi."

"Ah...that's easy, bro, easy. I reckon when the Type-Moon universe merges in the future, even more creators around the world will suffer."

"But to be fair, Type-Moon's unofficial histories are truly outlandish. I wonder what kind of sparks will fly when the female versions of Heroic Spirits meet historical figures."

Anyway, I'll tag you first as a sign of respect.

"@Junji Ito, would you be interested in visiting the world you created?"

"Don't worry, you don't need to feel guilty. Just like everything remained the same after you modified the comic, this world didn't exist because of you, so come and see."