The world suddenly went dark.

Make no mistake--- it's not just a nightfall feeling, as no natural barrier of darkness can create such pure darkness. No, no, no, no, it's a kind of prison darkness, the eyes are completely obscured, and the general suffocating darkness is completely obscured. Nothing could be seen, no light, no shadow, only a suffocating layer that obscured the vision, obscured the other senses. It contrasts sharply with the dazzling rainbow-like eruption of colors from the previous moment.

I'm struggling to figure out where I am--- where am I?

But no one answered me. And in the next moment, an even greater question swallowed me, erasing the previous one--- Who am I?

Fear floated from the depths of my heart, like a bubble floating from the depths of the sea, mixed with inexplicable anger, and it drowned me--- I don't remember, I don't remember who I am!

Calm down, you have to be calm, I told myself. Be calm. I suppressed the fear in my heart and resisted it with the strongest will I could. I can't let it surround me and then destroy me. After that, I asked myself: Do you remember anything?

The answer came out quickly: no.

But no, it's not always true--- there are some fragments. Battle after battle, battle after battle. Terrifying enemies, huge iron giants surround me, and I am so small. Betrayal, loss, collapse!! - Even though I can't recall the details, I can still feel the suffering, the loneliness, and the despair, the hysterical struggle at the end of the day.

And, of course, the hopes, the resolutions and the awakening ...

The solid touch enveloped me, suffocating me, squeezing life out of me little by little, and numbness creeping through me.

And then, that's it for now.

Where am I? I tried to stretch my senses, to look around me, my senses were vague and chaotic, but in the end, I came to the same conclusion: I was being transported.

I could feel the movement, slow and not vibrating --- the vibrations it was producing. Something cushioned me, surrounded me, cushioned this vibration in all directions. It's the thing itself that's moving, and I'm being carried by it.

I wanted to tap it with my hands, but my limbs couldn't follow the command. I felt collapsed, numb. My senses were dulled like time was slowing down, and my body was like being filled with lead, but my consciousness was strangely awake--- my body was burning! My flesh is wriggling! My cells are crawling, melting, changing!

I am changing ...

I could feel that there were other humans around me. They weren't as trapped as I was, they were free to move, and although they weren't at a high level of consciousness, it was true that they were carrying me in this container to my destination.

I can feel their thoughts! Like water, like a blade, towards the air, submerging me, cutting through me, passing through me... Part of me cowered and screamed, but the other, the new part, was shouting at their incursions. The new part swayed with their words and made my soul resonate with them and change me further ...

I was scared, so my consciousness stretched out and asked for help, any help. I shouted:

Harman !!

At the bottom of a peak in the Andes Mountains, deep underground, in the secret experimental base of Titans, Gu Xiang, the technical director of the Federal Army, who led the experiment, touched his stubble chin, and wrote a large section of his diary with red eyes--- which was used to record his dreams.

Gu Xiang felt that a reasonable explanation was that he was schizophrenic, at least he could explain his dreams, or that he knew that he was just unwilling to admit a fact--- the medical subject he was in charge of was affecting him, or affecting all the people in the base, because he heard more and more rumors that someone had nightmares, and the strict and even cruel secrecy rules of the base could not prohibit the private trend of insiders.

Ever since he was in charge of the project, those dreams had been lurking in his head like a viper, waiting for the moment he fell asleep every night, and they swept over him whenever his consciousness began to wander.

Nightmares, that's real nightmares. At first, it was exactly the same every time, and in the dream, he was trapped and unable to move, as if he was being shackled invisibly, unable to move or struggle. Vague and distorted shadows flickered around him, touching his surroundings, but all he could do was watch, he wanted to scream but couldn't open his mouth. It was a nightmare he had to experience every night for the first few days.

Gu Xiao suspected that this was what the subject had experienced--- the guy who had been immobilized in the culture tank was projecting everything he had experienced into their heads in a way he didn't want to understand.

However, after that, as the experiment passed day by day, the dream began to change---

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The low, but throbbing and uncomfortable tune in my chest was played

The song echoed through the beehive buildings, the tone pulled by gravity, zigzag between the buildings, and finally fell to his ears.

When I looked up, I saw that the buildings around me that looked like dolls playing with me, but were countless times taller, stood there.

I squatted down and began to draw cylindrical patterns on the sand in the playground for the children, which had been reclaimed by the people.

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The planed wooden pillars seem to have been decayed and old by time, and the ceiling supported by these wooden pillars is painted with white clouds and blue sky; And next to these artificially sketched landscapes, as if only separated by a line, is the real sky------ slightly gloomy sky with clouds rolling up because of the wind.

The vivid blue and white of the artificial painting stung his eyes, and he gradually moved his head leaning back in the chair forward, and as the rough blue and white scene disappeared from his vision, the gray sky that did not look very beautiful at first glance covered Guo Zhouyi's vision, making him feel comfortable.

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It can be seen that the supporting columns of artificial traces stand at a certain distance from each other, supporting the upper ones to prevent leakage, and tilting the arched ceiling; Beneath the ceiling are two rows of benches that look a little tattered even after manual maintenance, and at the end of these two rows of chairs, at the bottom of the holes, the floor is raised by a section, and an altar that is also almost decaying sits on it.

A red carpet covered in dust stretched out from the pulpit in front of the altar, and at last Haman's gaze rested on the man who was standing on the wall suspended from the depths of the cavern, beneath the figure of the crucified man.

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Gates and Fire Tigers, who were bitten by the floating cannons they released, and those camouflage balloons that should have shattered when touched by a beam saber, all of these scenes and colors were all wrong and chaotic through the black "color" filter.

If it was a real MS white-knuckle battle that destroyed "sex", those things should be bright red now, yes, they should be covered by the bleeding under their own eyes, and the bright red shown under the fragile human organs.

The impulse to think surged like a tidal wave, and the new human, who didn't feel hostile, sighed lightly, and gently handed the "" longitudinal rod forward, and the beam saber that pierced through the camouflage balloon was driven by the nimble wrist to cut off the arm of Gates who was lacking propulsion.

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Wearing the pale blue "color" dress, she reflected the light that made her heart intoxicated under the night in the colonial satellite. The artificial light source was for her at that moment, because a little more darkness or a little more light would have damaged her indescribable beauty. The light, gently fluctuating in her hairline, the warm glow on her beautiful face, her smile made her crazy, and the feelings she conveyed were quiet and magnificent, allowing her to follow her peacefully. The flower pendants around her waist and shoulders set off her smile, which I couldn't resist and made me want to rush up and hug her, but her eyebrows radiated a clear brilliance, leaving her with only calm joy.

When she walked, she was also so radiant, her face and eyes fused together, and in that moment and the eternity afterward, she transformed into an indelible soft light for herself.

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She lay in her arms, lifeless... She went to the other side of the rainbow

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Light, infinite light, in the light, people's thoughts are like water, like the edge of a knife, towards the air, submerging themselves, crossing themselves, passing through themselves.

These are his own dreams, Gu Xiao thought back to these dreams in the past, and felt a chill welling up, but he turned his head to look at the human body floating in the large cylindrical cultivation tank displayed on the monitor in front of him, and then took a breath--- soon these nightmares should be over, today, or rather, fifteen minutes later, is the moment when he wakes up.

Thinking of this, Gu Xiao rubbed his eyes, stood up and walked out--- he was going to supervise this last work.

Ten minutes later, Gu Xiao stood in front of the main console with some officers, he ignored the whispers of the officers behind him, and focused his attention on the matter in front of him.

"Those nanobots have been attached, very good, there should be no problem," looking at the cells displayed on the big screen mountain, there was a nanobot with a sensor chip adsorbed outside, Gu Xiao muttered, and then gave an order, "Start waking up the program." ”

The people in various positions soon began to get busy, and the radio waves, the medicines, and the people who were still sleeping in the culture tank...

In the culture chamber below, a young federal researcher Chris. An suddenly felt a slight vibration, and he turned his head to look at it, and found that the cultivation tank seemed to be radiating an inexplicable brilliance.

"It's so beautiful... Chris was drawn to the culture tank by a vague call.

As soon as his fingertips were about to put on the cultivation tank, he saw and felt the cultivation tank tremble--- Could this cultivation tank also be alive, thinking like this, the next moment, Chris. Ann's fingers rested on the culture tank.

Then, as if in response to this touch, or maybe the time was just right, he saw the human hand in the cultivation tank tremble violently, and then those fingers suddenly closed into fists, and the green light slid through the blood vessels, responding to the consciousness of the controller, the nanobot instantly hardened on the surface of the skin, and then the fist smashed into the bulkhead of the cultivation tank.

Under the powerful chisel blow after another, the bulkhead of the cultivation tank twisted and deformed, and then finally exploded like a rotten melon, and the heavy breath in the cultivation tank was released, forcing Chris to stumble back two steps, and the culture liquid inside also collapsed together, scattered on the ground, emitting a strange green light. But Chris didn't bother to care about the liquid on the ground, and his eyes never took off the creature that had "hatched" from it.

Chris is and Arrando. Arrando, --- Bakina had come into contact with during the preparation phase, was a fairly mild-mannered person, and although the skin on his body was as terrifying as a cracked lava field at the time, the intelligence of his conversation, his human abilities, and his legend made him a rather relatable person in the eyes of researchers, including Chris.

However, Chris felt that the person in front of him was not Arlando. Bakina.

His body was undoubtedly human, and the cracked skin had returned to normal, but as he breathed, Chris felt that every tiny vein under the skin seemed to pulsate and glow a pale green. Then the creature, or rather, the man, straightened up and let out a silent cry towards the sky.

But Chris felt that he had heard a "voice", as it had been for the past month, and the sound that had been only in dreams had reappeared, so fiery that it made his teeth tremble like an electric current, as if every medullary cavity of his was trembling--- trembling with joy, excitement. Like storm chasers in the vicinity of a storm, Chris and the others raised their hands as if they wanted to protect themselves in the storm.

It's called Arlando. The creature of Barkina leveled its gaze, a web-like green light streaked across its eyes, and then suddenly shrank back and vanished like a ball of thread that had been pulled back.

The feeling of being in a thundercloud storm is gone, Chris. An and the others put down their arms blankly, looking at Arlando in front of them, who suddenly became like an ordinary person. Bakina.

"Freshman."

Arlando raised his hand in front of his eyes and lowered it before spitting out the words.

In the fortress of the Empire, Gulen. Gast looked at the swirling swirls that faded from the screen like the typhoon displayed by the weather prediction program, and moved his fingers lightly to bring up the images and data just now:

【Psy-Storm-Detected,Quantum-Distortion-Detected,Strength-Level-Not-Registered-In-Imperial-DataBase】

The Supreme Military Commander of the Empire looked at the Earth, and the cries and pleasures of all individuals in the entire Empire after feeling the excitement of the Supreme Unit--- the Emperor came from the quantum network linking the souls:

【Willkommen-in-der-neuen-welt,eure-hoheit！ 】