Infinite Chimera Creation

Suddenly, Yuan Yuan snapped his eyes open, a hint of bloodshot appearing in his usually calm gaze. With a flick of his right hand, six chains of spiritual energy shot out, roughly binding the weapon types, with one chain even around the neck of one of them.

With his left hand outstretched to the side, unlike his usual precise control of spiritual energy, Yuan Yuan unleashed it with unprecedented ferocity. Clearly, even Yuan Yuan was inevitably affected, becoming somewhat irritable.

Driven by the burst of spiritual energy, Yuan Yuan pulled on the chains and rushed swiftly towards a body of water that appeared completely normal.

With a splash, Yuan Yuan burst out of the Red Water with his eyes closed. He was panting heavily as he roughly threw the weapons on the ground, ignoring their instinctive groans, and cautiously surveyed the surrounding scenery.

The scene before me was strikingly similar to the entrance to hell, except that there were no evil people everywhere. It was a complete replica of the entrance to hell.

Unlike the entrance to hell, which was only shrouded in a faint miasma, Yuan Yuan did not sense any corrosive negative emotions here. However, he did feel a strong sense of crisis and oppression. This unprecedented sense of crisis caused Yuan Yuan's lips to unconsciously curl up as he carefully observed his surroundings.

"It seems to be finally getting interesting."

"Damn outsider, since you find it amusing! Then die in your own amusement!"

Suddenly, a thunderous roar rang out behind Yuan Yuan. Without turning around, Yuan Yuan slashed his sword behind him.

"Damn outsider, you think such a weak attack can hurt me? Die with your dreams!"

Although Yuan Yuan dodged when the roar sounded again, he was still a step too slow.

Feeling the excruciating pain in his left ear, Yuan Yuan gently touched his now sticky cheek, his eyes turning colder than ever before.

"Damn outsider, although your strength is as weak as an ant, your meat is surprisingly delicious."

The burly man, who was at least three meters tall, laughed maniacally as he threw Yuan Yuan's left ear into his mouth and began to chew it fiercely. Blood-stained saliva dripped down his chin, making this madman appear even more insane.

"You inferior creature, like a beast, you have personally extinguished your own hope of survival. Hado #91, Thousand-Armed Sky Cannon."

A demonic energy, powerful enough to instantly kill a high-level Adjuchas, shot out from Yuan Yuan's hand, striking the burly man's body with unimaginable speed and precision.

"Damn outsider, do you think such a weak attack can hurt me?"

Amidst the smoke billowing from the ghostly path, a roar identical to the previous one rang out, and the unharmed, burly man suddenly charged out, tearing off Yuan Yuan's right arm before he could react.

As he chewed on Yuan Yuan's arm, the burly man's smile grew even more unrestrained.

"Foolish weakling, no one can hurt me. I am absolutely invincible."

Despite having his right arm torn off, Yuan Yuan showed no sign of pain; instead, he managed a smile.

"Stupid? That's really interesting. This is the first time I've ever been called stupid, especially by a brainless idiot."

The burly man was clearly enraged. He roared and thrust his right hand into Yuan Yuan's chest.

The burly man's speed remained impossibly fast, but strangely, despite Yuan Yuan's chest being pierced and blood gushing out, he showed no sign of pain, instead sporting a cold smile.

"You think you can fool me with such a stupid trick? I have to admit, I was really underestimated."

The world seemed to shake, and the world in Yuan Yuan's eyes was plunged into darkness.

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Chapter 44 Brain Support

With a sharp click of his tongue, Yuan Yuan opened his eyes, looked at the space before him filled with black mist and iron chains, and rubbed his temples vigorously.

"To fall for such a flawed illusion as soon as you enter is quite embarrassing. However, directly using external negative emotions to trigger the negative emotions of the person entering, thereby creating an illusion, is indeed an interesting way of manipulating emotions."

As Yuan Yuan said, the burly man he saw earlier was an illusion created by his negative emotions. If the only thing triggering his emotions was the black energy, then even though the amount of black energy was enormous, Yuan Yuan believed he wouldn't be dragged into the illusion. However, because he had deliberately lowered his guard in the Red River in order to find the deepest part of Hell, which was this place, Yuan Yuan was affected by the Red River and developed a violent temper.

In the outside world, Yuan Yuan could quickly suppress his minor bursts of anger, but this was the deepest part of Hell, filled with negative emotions accumulated over thousands of years. Direct and massive contact with this black energy, which had undergone a qualitative change from [spiritual energy tainted with negative emotions] to [an aggregate of negative emotions with spiritual energy characteristics], amplified his slight anger, dragging him directly into an illusion.

In other words, Yuan Yuan had a strong ability to control his own emotions, and he had been exposed to the black gas leaking from here for a long time in the laboratory, which gave him a certain degree of resistance. This allowed him to confirm that he was trapped in an illusion in a short time and escape through death.

As for whether this illusion is really as terrible as Yuan Yuan said, just look at the withered corpse with both hands holding a knife and plunging it into its own chest, the moonlight tearing its own throat with its own hands, the dark figure slicing itself in half at the waist with a knife, the Jueyin tearing off its own muscles piece by piece with its finger bones exposed, and the tomb guardian who died with wide eyes and no external injuries, and it will be clear.

Of the six weapon types who came with Yuan Yuan, apart from the Wraith who possessed some resistance due to his own abilities, the rest all died at his hands because of the illusion. Even the Wraith who survived was clearly exhausted, and now he would probably have difficulty even standing up.

Of course, it's not fair to say these weapons are weak; it's just that they pale in comparison to Yuan Yuan. Consider the villain who provided Yuan Yuan with the first bit of black energy. Despite possessing the strength of a peak vice-captain, his soul was corrupted by a wisp of black energy leaking from here, turning him into a mindless monster, unable even to fall into an illusion. In comparison, being able to fall into an illusion instead of going insane is quite remarkable.

Looking at the six people lying on the ground, a look of disappointment flashed in Yuan Yuan's eyes, but not much sadness. Although the weapon types, like West and the others, called Yuan Yuan "Father," in terms of sentiment, as consumables produced, weapon types were nothing more than works that were just passable. It was best if they could serve their purpose, but if they broke down without being useful, there was nothing to regret.

If we really want to rank them, although the weapon types that have mastered all the Bankai are not weak, in Yuan Yuan's mind, their status is only slightly higher than the insects produced in the last world to kill elves.

After applying several healing ghost spells to the only surviving demon, Yuan Yuan completely set it aside and began to observe the space where chains hung everywhere.

"Black energy can force both living and non-living things into a frenzy, while golden spiritual energy can stabilize living things and most non-living things. Although there is a difference in strength, they are clearly the same thing. Moreover, the mechanism of action should be to forcibly coat other objects with the same qualities as itself by using the emotional characteristics it contains."

Therefore, after receiving the special injection of the golden spiritual power generated by Ikkyu's absolute belief in himself, Utsuro also exhibited the characteristic of absolute belief in Ikkyu.

Rubbing his forehead, Yuan Yuan was somewhat troubled. Although the surrounding black energy could not truly corrupt him, it still had a significant impact on him, noticeably slowing down his thinking speed.

"Although this method has significant side effects, there's no other way in this situation."

Muttering to himself, Yuan Yuan pulled a handful of tiny white particles from his pocket, clearly the dormant insect eggs he had used before.

"The auxiliary brains are constructed by writing human brain information into the first seven original eggs, setting them to build a human brain three times the size of a human brain, responsible for logical analysis. The original eggs from the eighth to the twenty-third original eggs are written with elf brain information, constructing a prototype elf brain, responsible for analyzing mysterious characteristics. The original eggs from the twenty-fourth to the fortieth original eggs are randomly written with life information, constructing a prototype brain, responsible for random thinking and generating inspiration. The lifespan of all auxiliary brains is set to forty-eight hours."

Information written complete, sufficient energy for survival and growth, activation initiated, 3 minutes and 21 seconds, growth complete, mental wave synchronization complete, analysis initiated.

As Yuan Yuan muttered to himself, the insect eggs in his hand slowly floated in mid-air and began to grow rapidly, eventually developing into all sorts of brains.

These brains come in various shapes and sizes. In addition to the pre-programmed human and elf brains, there are also small, dark-colored giant brains; blood-red brains of banshees with seven hemispheres; enormous brains of giant octopuses that resemble giant water balloons; and brains of mountain giants that glitter and look like diamonds.

These minds floated in the air, slowly rotating around Yuan Yuan, much like galaxies revolving around a star.

The moment the words "Analysis Begins" were uttered, Yuan Yuan's eyes, which had been cold but still occasionally flashed with emotion, became completely empty.

The emotionless Yuan Yuan once again took out a handful of insect eggs, which bred a batch of parasitic tentacles that could share the host's senses. After parasitizing himself, they began to use dozens of dancing tentacles to explore the secrets of the black energy.

"Target information analysis: 3,417 material information can be explored, 1,364 known information. 79,601 mysterious information can be explored, 13,454 known information. Unknown information will be re-entered. Begin analyzing information one through one thousand."

"The analysis results of Information 1 caused a slight stimulation to the soul site 941."

……

"Analysis of information 3,451 indicates that it caused moderate damage to point nine, the link between the soul and the body."

"information……"

……

A cold, emotionless voice rang out incessantly, and the information from the black mist was deciphered at varying speeds. Time passed slowly, and finally, the forty-eight hours that Yuan Yuan had set beforehand arrived.

In an instant, all the floating brains vaporized and disappeared into the air like dry ice.

"Phew, thankfully I had set the lifespan of the auxiliary brain beforehand, otherwise, given that state of absolute rationality, there would have been no need to restore it to its original state."

As if he had exhausted a lot of energy, Yuan Yuan was panting heavily. After he recovered a little, he tore off all the tentacles from his body with a look of disgust.

"Damn it, I knew that once I got into that state, I would definitely put some useful but low-level stuff on myself. It would only take a few more minutes to create a non-parasitic sensory sharing device, but I had to use this kind of low-level stuff. It's so unaesthetic."

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Chapter Forty-Five: Decay and Arrogance

"Although the auxiliary brain is useful, it suppresses emotions to an extreme degree each time, causing an emotional rebound every time it is deactivated. This makes me extremely emotional and prone to doing foolish things. To prevent it from affecting my image in your eyes, you should take a nap for a while."

Muttering to himself, Yuan Yuan rubbed his temples, extended his right hand, and aimed at the unconscious Wang Liang, quickly uttering ten consecutive "Fainted" commands.

However, Yuan Yuan didn't realize that because of the emotional backlash he spoke of, he had already done something foolish. Normally, he would never have cared about his image in the eyes of the absolutely loyal Weapon types. To Yuan Yuan, the Weapon types, just like their names, were merely weapons; who would care about their image in the eyes of a weapon?

"We've roughly analyzed the information about the black energy, but there are even more problems. Undoubtedly, the source of this black energy is the negative emotions accumulated by people over thousands of years. High concentrations of negative emotions have gathered together due to the unique environment of hell, and this quantitative change has led to a qualitative change, producing black energy powerful enough to affect non-living things. But…"

What is this golden spiritual energy of Ikkyu that resembles black mist? Could his single conviction be comparable to the rage of a million sinners accumulated over a thousand years?

Sitting on a horizontal chain, Yuan Yuan rubbed his temples hard, looking troubled.

“I understand that Ikkyu’s ‘firm belief’ is very strong. After all, he was able to prolong his life for another thirty years even though he knew there was no Buddha in the world, because of his Buddhist belief in ‘saving all sentient beings’. But even if it is strong, it is too far-fetched to compare one person to the entire hell.”

"Yuan Yuan, you are truly corrupt."

Suddenly, a sigh-filled voice echoed in Yuan Yuan's heart.

Yuan Yuan was slightly taken aback, then a cold smile appeared on his face, and he spoke in an icy voice.

"What, Red Star, you can't hold back anymore? Do you want to take over my body now that there's negative energy everywhere, the perfect time for you to make your move?"

"I have absolutely no interest in defeating you as you are now."

However, the usually frenzied Red Star seemed somewhat disheartened at this moment, his voice lacking any of its former madness.

"Yuan Yuan, haven't you realized it yet? You've really begun to decay. Think back to the last world, how confident you were when you faced me. In your eyes, no one could compare to you."

With a deep sigh, Hongxing spoke again, but Yuan Yuan didn't interrupt him, sitting quietly without saying a word.

"Look at you now. Both the research results from the lab and the analysis results from the auxiliary brain have clearly laid the answer in front of you. [Ikkyu, his belief alone is comparable to the entire hell.] However, because of your subconscious lack of self-confidence, you refuse to acknowledge the facts before you time and time again."

"How ridiculous, Yuan Yuan, that you actually think you're inferior to others. Yuan Yuan, are you really not corrupt?"

Gripping the chains beneath him, Yuan Yuan opened his mouth with difficulty, emitting a dry and unpleasant sound.

"Ikkyu is not compared to hell. Compared to hell, he is like a seedling compared to a towering tree."

"Avoiding my questions, trying to change the subject, it's blatant evasion. Tell me, is this something Yuan Yuan would do?"

Before Yuan Yuan could answer, Hong Xing's voice suddenly rose.

"No!! Yuan Yuan, I will never run away!! But look at you, look at you who have already begun to decay, what have you done?"

Yuan Yuan's fingers, gripping the chains, had turned pale. He couldn't refute Hong Xing's words; he had indeed instinctively tried to escape.

"Do you remember what you did in the last world when you knew you had to face me? That's right, you recognized your own heart. At that time, you were the strongest version of yourself. And what you should do now is to examine your heart once again, to return to your peak, to that arrogant Yuan Yuan who looked down on the world."

The things he had been subconsciously ignoring were now laid bare before him, and Yuan Yuan could no longer escape them. He closed his eyes and began to ponder what had made him become unlike himself.

[When I first entered Soul Society, I was clearly in perfect condition. I was still Yuan Yuan, still confident, calmly planting my spies even in front of the strongest Shinigami in a thousand years.]

[Twenty years after entering Soul Society, I established the Technology Development Bureau, but I only delegated some repetitive verification experiments to them. I still conducted the important experiments independently. At that time, I still had absolute faith in myself.]

[When the Technology Development Bureau celebrated its 30th anniversary... I delegated some less important experiments to researchers because I began to grow impatient with the slow research progress... No, that's not right. The real reason I delegated these projects was, was, because I began to feel fear, because I had spent three times as much time on experiments as in the last world, yet I couldn't achieve results comparable to those of the last world.]

Really? I actually planted the seeds of insecurity back then without even realizing it.

Is this the power of time? Has time decayed me? No, that's not right. The ultimate reason is that I didn't change my mindset in time. Although I gained the lifespan of an immortal being, I lacked the leisurely pace of those who complete a goal over thousands of years. Did my lingering short-lived mindset cause the part of me that belongs to humanity to decay?

Since human thought has led to my decay, then simply discarding my human nature and learning to live like those immortal beings will easily solve this problem. I am still Yuan Yuan.

[What a joke!!! I am Yuan Yuan!!! If I abandon my human side, am I still Yuan Yuan?? I can change bodies, because that's just something like an accessory; it won't affect my thinking. But how could I possibly abandon my way of thinking?!]