What exactly the soul is, no one has yet been able to give an answer.

But what Orlanto knows from countless practices is that matter determines consciousness, and as long as you can completely control the body, you are not afraid that you will not be able to control the soul.

"I control the tiniest nerve signaling in your body, do you know what that means?"

"The soul is the brain, and the brain is nothing more than a slave to nerve signals."

"You know the knee reflex, right?"

"Just a gentle tap on the ligaments under your knee will cause your quadriceps muscles to contract uncontrollably, causing your calf to respond with a sharp forward kick."

"Although the neural activity of the brain is far more complex than the knee reflex, the principle is pretty much the same: as long as I send the corresponding nerve signals to your brain, you will have a false and real feeling out of thin air."

Orlanto's voice was like a demon—

The voice did not come out of his mouth, but directly in Fugar's head:

"Just like now..."

"I didn't speak, but your brain still 'heard' me."

"Enough... That's enough! ”

Fear already appeared on Fuge's face.

As a high-level intellectual who could be admitted to university at the age of 13, he certainly knew what Orlanto's words meant.

Just like the science fiction blockbuster "The Matrix" that was just released in the past two days, as depicted, if there is a way to completely control the brain, then human beings can even be imprisoned in a completely virtual world without realizing it.

"Haha, it's not as mysterious as you think."

"I'm not a supercomputer, but I don't have the ability to create such complex and realistic illusions."

"Otherwise, what's the point is for you to give in, I can control you directly with the illusion."

"But don't rejoice too soon..."

"If it's a scene that already exists in your memory, or some relatively simple physical feelings, I can still simulate it perfectly."

Orlanto's playful voice resounded in his mind again:

"That's right... Don't use the movie that has just been released as an analogy. ”

"I haven't seen "The Matrix" yet, and I let you give it a spoiler."

"You?!" Hearing this, Fogg became more and more panicked: "How do you know what I'm thinking?!" ”

"Difficult, isn't it..."

"You can still read the thoughts and memories in my brain?!"

He reflected on what Orlanto had just said, and a wave of despair that had never been seen before hit him:

Even the most private and core brain is subject to people, and I have completely become a slave to this monster.

There is no power to resist at all...

Only... Can only obey?!

Wait a minute...

An even greater fear welled up in Fogg's mind:

"Where did the pessimistic idea come from?"

"Is that how I feel myself, or is it the idea that the monster forced on me with nerve signals?"

"Damn!!"

He clutched his head in pain and despair:

"Bastard, don't mess with my brain!"

"You disgusting parasite..."

"I'm going to kill you... I'm going to grind you into pate! ”

The long-suppressed mania in Fogg's heart poured out like a flood bursting its banks, and it actually produced a kind of effect of fighting poison with poison, and forcibly suppressed the false thoughts that Orlanto had imposed.

"There is such an ugly truth hidden under the well-mannered exterior, and this manic mood resists my mental suggestion?"

"What a surprise... Alas..."

Orlanto sighed helplessly, but there was no panic in his tone:

"Looks like we've got a lot of effort to waste."

As he spoke, he also used his eyes glued to Fuge's chest to carefully observe the movements of Li Qing, Giorno and others:

Really..

They don't move at all, or they can't do anything if they want to.

At this moment, Orlanto's body had completely merged with Fugar.

The disgusting mass of flesh adhered to Fugar's shoulders, arms, chest, waist and abdomen, and merged with Fugue's own flesh and blood.

Even the most skilled surgeon can't separate the two people who "have me and I have you".

In this case, Fugar's life is tied to Orlanto's.

Li Qing and others threw rat traps, so they naturally didn't dare to act rashly.

"Very good, since everyone is free, then I'll train you well!"

"Hey, hey... Dear Fugue, you brought this on yourself. ”

Orlanto's wicked laughter resounded in his mind again:

"The feeling of being stabbed with a knife just now is exciting enough, right?"

"Now I'm going to simulate what it feels like to be stabbed through your body by ten knives at the same time?"

As soon as he finished speaking, an unprecedented pain rushed through Fogar's brain like a tsunami.

Obviously he didn't suffer any physical injuries, but Fugg could still feel it clearly...

His arms, shoulders, chest, thighs... In this instant, they were pierced by an invisible steel knife!

The experience of the blade slicing through the muscles was so real, the feeling of the blood gushing out was so terrifying, and the endless pain made him so uncomfortable that he couldn't survive or die.

"Satisfied?"

"The human body has a self-protection mechanism called 'shock', but..."

"I'm helping you check the gates, it's impossible for you to faint in pain!"

"It doesn't matter if it's ten knives, a hundred knives, or three thousand six hundred knives... Either way, you won't be unconscious, and you won't die. ”

Orlanto's voice was demonic.

Only then did Fogg understand why Fernando had such a solemn expression when he warned him before he died:

"It's boring to use a knife alone, let's try something else... Ha ha! ”

"The feeling of being hit by a car, the feeling of being killed by a gun, the feeling of being killed by lightning, the feeling of being drowned in water..."

"I can make you experience countless different ways to die, and you can only live in this false hell forever, and you will never reach the "truth of death"!"

"Ahh

Fogg let out a roar of pain.

And what's really terrifying is that he can only shout this roar in his heart.

Because he was worried that Li Qing and the others would not be able to interfere with his host's training when they saw this, Orlanto even blocked Fuge's control of his facial muscles and vocal organs, so that he could not show his pain to the outside world.

At this moment, Fogg can only bear this despair alone:

"I... How many more times am I going to die? Next... Death... What way will it be? I.. What should I do? ”

"Don't... Go on again!! ”

Orlanto didn't speak, he was still inflicting a false and true punishment on Fogg's body.

But at the same time, he was also slightly surprised, even annoyed:

Because although Fogg was in pain and in utter despair, he still did not give in.

yes, his soul is not yet bowed.

Under the impact of death again and again, Fugue's spirit almost collapsed, but he never begged Orlanto for mercy.

"What a terrible will..."

"The average host can't even survive the spiritual hint of the first level, but he can withstand such a cruel death experience and persist until now."

"Cut... It's a troublesome guy this time! ”

Orlanto scolded helplessly twice, and deliberately observed the movements of Li Qing and the others:

After a short wait, they seemed to be unable to hold back to make some small moves.

"Damn... You can't use a host that hasn't been trained. ”

"You forced me, Fuge."

Orlanto's voice was completely cold:

"The way I train my host is not only painful, but also more terrifying... That is to impose fear. ”

"Now let me take a good look at the memories in your head, and let you carefully experience the most terrifying scene of your life!"

As soon as the words fell...

Fuge's spirit was in a trance, and the scene in front of him was changing like a marquee.

Finally, a bad memory buried in his heart was ruthlessly turned over by Orlanto, and then restored to the present with the most real feeling:

That was more than a year ago, when Fogg was still in college.

To be exact, it was the last day before he was expelled from college.

And the reason why Fuge, a genius boy, was expelled from college was precisely because of what happened on this day-

That day, he used a four-kilogram Encyclopædia Britannica to smash a respected university professor into intensive care.

Fogg did this because of his manic episodes, and his manic episodes at the time were actually stimulated by external factors.

And this external stimulus is now being "replayed" in Fogg's mind in an incomparably real way:

"Fogg."

"It's a good figure, it's quite sturdy."

In the university library, a male professor in his fifties was patting Fogg on the shoulder affectionately and talking in a flirtatious tone.

"Professor, what are you doing?"

"How old are they, and they're still so shy. I don't think you understand it at all. ”

"Understand, understand what?"

"You know, I have some good ones in my office."

"Okay? Is it to teach your thesis? ”

"What a thesis! More interesting than papers... I can also teach you to be an adult..."

“.......”

Halfway through the memory, Fogg succumbed:

"Enough, enough!"

At that time, he had a way to smash the professor's dog head with a book, but now he can only stand and let others slaughter him.

Fogg didn't dare to think about what he would experience next, but after hesitating for a moment, he gave up his resistance completely:

"Leave me alone... I'm willing to obey! ”