BGM: Wandering Star (Yu-Gi-Oh)

In the long, long ... After the "Beyond the horizon".

Magpie felt a moment of peace, the picture in front of him no longer switched, and all colors disappeared.

Everything in front of me was swallowed by the invisible hollow siphon whale, and the ordinary and strange scenes were rapidly regressing, as if time was going back at this moment.

"Hmmm... ”

Magpie shook his head, there was no discomfort, but he was a little dizzy after seeing too many things just now.

I'm still in that classroom.

Or rather, it's a meeting room for the school councilors.。

The rest of the group remained in place, keeping an eye on their side.

"Uh... How long has it been?"

Magpie turned his head to look at Lei Jun.

It's more agreeable to ask the autumn god here, but it also seems very impolite.

"Exactly three minutes. ”

Lei Jun stepped down from the podium, his pale green military uniform fit his body, his waist and back were straight, his spirit was high, and he had the characteristics of a soldier who was alive and well.

The chalk handwriting on the blackboard faded.

"Que, you must have felt like it's been a long time, right? But I didn't lie to you. ”

"The scene you just saw is the product of a special technology that is highly condensed, so it will give you a different feeling. ”

"Well, like he said. ”

Autumn God took over, "Magpie, how do you feel, is it interesting?"

Magpie stretched out his left hand and flicked his eyebrows, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

At this time, the black man looked at him with an inexplicable meaning.

"It's funny, in every sense of the word. ”

"If you have the chance, you should try it too, my friend. ”

"Ahh Next time. ”

The girl turned her head away.

"Well, next time, with me. ”

Magpie nodded earnestly, then looked back at the blackboard.

Driven by an inexplicable premonition in his heart, Magpie stared at the blackboard that was already empty, and did not look away for a while.

The few people around didn't say anything, and they seemed to be faintly sensing something.

Just when this strange atmosphere was about to continue.

——"Yes"——

A word popped up on the blackboard.

There seems to be something that identifies with Magpie.

Something accepted Magpie's joining.

Inclusion with "everything" as a guarantee.

Integration, recognition, consent, containment.

This sense of identity has gone beyond emotional identity in the normal sense, and its essence is not the recognition and support of another individual by an individual, but from a larger object.

。。 Pan-human consciousness? Or is it something else?

Magpie narrowed his eyes, his consciousness was suddenly pulled by some kind of foreign object, not coercive, full of a gentle sense of strength.

Slightly let go of the spiritual barrier, this force will automatically take a wisp of the magpie's stream of consciousness away, directly step out of this small and independent classroom, and fly high in the sky of the main material plane.

- "Boom ——"

Magpie subconsciously raised his head, his pupils shrunk slightly.

I didn't think it before, but at this moment, with the help of his own wisp of consciousness, Magpie sensed the unknown mysterious power from outside the sky very clearly and clearly.

Under the weaving and support of that force, the simple and meaningless fragment of his own small thought underwent a reaction similar to nuclear fusion, and instantly completed the process from collapse to expansion.

The terrifying ownerless stream of consciousness formed a tsunami, radiating from the sky above the school headquarters, and in the blink of an eye, the entire sky was filled, rising and expanding towards infinity.

It was simply an ocean of the mind, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that the whole world was awakened.

In the magpie's vision, it was an endless tumbling cloud, a rumbling thunder, and he had now become a part of the wonders of the world.

It is possible to sense something ... Something that resembles the "flow" of the world, or the trajectory of fate, the truth of all things.

Such flashy descriptions, and indeed they are, to be more specific, is "fluttering fairy".

Hey, hey. It's an amazing thing.

Magpie tries his best to shrink his ontological consciousness so that he will not be assimilated by the endless "big self".

If it's really the collective human consciousness, or the information complex, the Akasha Records, or something like that, then it's very likely.

Only a being of that height can amplify his small stream of consciousness enough to cover the entire world.

It's completely another level of things, even if it's a candle flame, it's not qualified to match.

Magpie felt as if he could control the flow of the cloud of consciousness, but feelings were just feelings after all, and in reality, Magpie was more of a passive state.

Expanding, expanding, stretching, crossing mountains and the earth, temporarily becoming a part of nature.

The scenery seen along the way is clear and blurry, and the changes are so great that it is impossible to form a complete impression of the world after looking at this circle.

There are civilized fortresses, uninhabited oceans, deserts, and even the polar night land shrouded in shadows all year round, separating the abyss of the two continents.

Group portrait of man, silhouette of God.

Let's not talk about the magpie's own condition.

Outside.

No matter where you are in the main plane of matter - even slightly closer to the outer space.

All transcendents felt some kind of inexplicable consciousness rising and looking down, watching and thinking.

Even the inhabitants of the surface world who are slow to perceive can more or less feel the throbbing in their hearts, listen to the work in their hands, and subconsciously be in a daze.

From those old antiques that live in historical myths, to humans with IQs below seventy-five, the simplest microbes in structure.

Even gods who are supposed to be enemies

- All living creatures feel indescribable shock and touch, and this situation is difficult to describe.

It's like a newborn smiling when he sees the remnant sun under the South Ring Road and the red glow of the red sky at dusk, and the old man pushing the stroller next to him sees the fiery sky like the morning sun, and he also smiles until he bursts into tears.

Inspiration from life, whispers from the heart.

This is from. Bird's-eye view from the crown! The light and heat of the candle flame!

In the world, there is another flame that thousands of beings hope for, and everyone will pin their hopes and pay the most sincere reverence.

On the barren loess desert.

The earth suddenly heaved, like a whole desert raising its head—it wanted to see another rising star in this ancient land.

In some bloody place that resembles the digestive tract.

The bright yellow light flickered and flickered,There was an inexplicable crazy murmur in it.,Tiny spots of light began to converge in the direction of the school park.,It seems to be sensing something.。

In the deepest darkness.

He curled up with his emaciated body and raised his head slightly.

The countless virtual electronic screens around him lit up rapidly, and his head turned in an exaggerated arc, and the inorganic lenses were facing the distant place, which was now the high-pressure center of the world's consciousness air mass, constantly radiating in all directions.

In a dessert shop.

Xiao Yi stopped the spoon in her hand, her cream-stained eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and then gradually widened her eyes and looked at the girl sitting opposite.

"This feeling. . . That's right! It's him! Magpie!"

"Hmm. I'll wait until you're done. ”

。。。。。。

At last.

Somewhere where heavy rain is pouring down.

There was no one around, only empty concrete complexes.

The supple front hair is wet with rain and flutters gently in the wind.

Raindrops slowly left behind the snow-white neck, soaking through the thin white sailor suit.

Clean as new sailor suits.

Half of the braid had been loosened and draped over the left shoulder.

The knife in the small hand is as smooth as a mirror, clearly reflecting the trajectory of the raindrops.

The petite girl took a step.

The smooth little feet are not shoeed, and they loom under the cold rain, with a strange beauty.

His lips were slightly open, and he sang a silent unknown tune.