The world unfolded in Chen Ang's eyes, touched by the breeze blowing in his face, the slightest reaction of his skin, the cold steel under his feet, and the sound of electricity jumping in his ears, all real and empty.

Standing opposite Chen Ang, there was another 'Chen Ang' in front of the Earth King, just like a mirror, that Chen Ang took a step forward with a smile, his body suddenly flowed like water waves, his face was distorted, and when he reappeared, he was Professor X.

"Surprised?" From Professor X's mouth, it was Magneto's voice.

Professor X got up from his wheelchair and said with a maniacal smile, "Humans are such fragile things, do you believe it?" They rely on their senses to know and observe the world. This true perception is so fragile that their thoughts, their character, their cognition, and their personality depend on this fragile, ridiculous, false sensory perception! ”

And it is precisely the information that shapes a person's inner being, the source of which is confined to the human senses. It is from what we see and hear that we gradually complete the process of understanding the world and shaping our personality, and in turn, information can shape people, and nature can also destroy a person, as long as he is smart enough! Chen Ang smiled.

"You're a smart person, so you're a master of illusions, not a manipulator of the five senses."

"You're so right!" Jason said madly: "I am a master of manipulating illusions, I am a master of manipulating psychology, I mold those people into what I want to see, I am their master!" ”

He withdrew his trembling hand, looked at Chen Ang and said, "You are a different person, among all the people I have seen, you are the only one who uses these strange things to perceive the world. ”

Jason, who was disguised as a professor, sighed: "I think you can know me, you should know me." My father, ha! He is also a fool, he tries to shape me into a weapon, to control me, but there is a question, his extreme, his madness, his ridiculous thoughts, who created it? ”

"It's you!" Chen Ang said indifferently: "Of course it's you, his madness and anxiety, his hatred and extreme, he is your most successful work, you must be very satisfied, because you are not manipulating a person, but creating a personality, shaping a person, his hatred and love, his persistence and dreams, this feeling must be very good!" ”

"It's wonderful, his madness, his alienation from the world, his complicated feelings for me, what a contradiction and a great existence! Talent is the most beautiful work of art, the great, the vile, the infatuated, the unforgettable, which was originally the work of God, and now, another great artist, who is involved in this process of shaping. Jason's voice suddenly deepened.

"He is my father, he gave me life, he created me! I am his father, and I re-create zào him, what a wonderful cycle. Jason looked at his hands stupidly, he waved his hand to the sun, and shouted, "I am the sun!" ”

Chen Ang saw the sun in the sky melt and fall, merging with Professor X in Jason's disguise, turning into a light man with no face and no outline.

"Seems to be real and illusory, false and true, the brain in the jar, the master of illusion."

Chen Ang sighed: "I thought you were a scientist, but I didn't expect you to be an artist. ”

Chen Ang is a little disappointed, although Jason has really developed his own abilities in depth, but it seems to be completely different from his expectations, Chen Ang hopes that Jason is a calm, objective psychologist, a master of manipulating human nature. Through guò's study of the human heart, human nature, it destroys and reshapes people with the senses.

It's a pity that he only saw one, a madman who uses his abilities as a poison, he takes madness and madness for granted, just like a psychotropic drug, and uses his abilities roughly, he doesn't explore the mysteries of the human brain, and delves into the hearts of people that Chen Angdu is obsessed with, but uses madness and chaos to infect others.

Therefore, people can't play with art, and as soon as they engage in art, they will be wasted, at least half of them will be crazy, and once they go back to philosophy, the whole person will be crazy!

"Jason, your opinion is very interesting, but it's a pity that it's ......" Chen Ang said lightly: "If it's just like that, it's okay to be called an illusion clown, and you don't deserve the name of an illusion master!" ”

Jason's voice fell silent, the sunlight in mid-air suddenly became gloomy, and a hoarse voice, Jason's real voice echoed in mid-air, "I thought you could appreciate my art, but now it seems that you only deserve to be my art!" Little by little, the light vanished into the world, and the brimstone and flames began to scorch the space.

Chen Ang raised his head, his gaze was calm like a deep blue ocean, and around him, countless crazy, bloody, cruel, and dark and terrifying that shocked people's hearts were ignored by him.

The scorching lava, the endless abyss, the pain, the wailing, a qiē is like a real horror, but it can't cause Chen Ang to react at all, he can still control his body, behavior, as if in his eyes, there is no zài, he firmly goes in one direction.

Jason's voice suddenly came, with a hint of madness and surprise, "How did you overcome your subconscious?" ”

Even if you realize that this is an illusion, your subconscious will still be deceived, feel pain, you will withdraw your hand, feel the stimulus and react, which is not even controlled by the conscious, be scorched by the flames, feel the heat and pain, and the subconscious will feel that the body is injured and it is difficult to breathe.

This is the instinctive reaction of the human body, and it is not controlled by consciousness, and now Chen Ang has waded through the magma, stepped into the sky, and let the world change in a thousand ways, but his body has no reaction at all, which is not normal at all.

"I don't have a subconscious!" Chen Ang said with a smile.

"Impossible? It is impossible for humans to be without the subconscious! Jason's voice had a rare hint of anxiety, he could accept death, but he couldn't accept his failure, once the feeling of omnipotence was immersed, psychologically it was no longer acceptable, the feeling of powerlessness before.

"Nothing is impossible. Once your consciousness is able to control your body, control your breathing, react, process complex information, and even control your cumbersome biological instincts, is there still a need for your subconscious mind to exist? Chen Ang smiled: "People's psychology is very interesting, there are some ideological things, subconscious information, very exciting." ”

Chen Ang waved his hand lightly, and the world fell back into darkness.

"How is this possible? How do you control the world? Jason was completely shocked, like a child who had been broken into his forbidden area, looking at the secret base that used to belong to him, being broken into by adults, realizing that his territory was violated, and fantasizing about the helplessness and fear of being trampled on.

Chen Ang had no intention of taking care of Jason's fragile mind, he plunged the world into darkness, and when it lit up again, he had already stood on the Iron Throne again, and came to Jason's face, Jason was just a pale, thin young man in reality, he looked at Chen Ang with a pale face and trembling.

Chen Ang stepped forward and came to him, Jason stood unsteadily, and sat on the ground.

"In the human subconscious, there is a collection of information such as the concept of zài, what is the concept made of?" Chen Ang looked at Jason and smiled: "It is some attributes that human beings feel, weight, color, shape, smell, touch, texture, these things constitute a concept, as for the reality that the concept represents, it is even more huge, where we can't see, in the real world, there will always be a huge truth." ”

"Having said so much, in fact, there is only one meaning, that is, our concept of things, our understanding of it, is only a real aspect, obviously, Jason, you view and control my brain, but in the field of the brain, you are still far behind, you can only use your concept to describe my world."

Chen Ang lightly tapped on Jason's head and said with a smile: "Now, let's take a look at the world in my eyes, my understanding and concept of the world!" ”

"Ahh Jason felt a sharp pain in his head, countless complicated, complex information, poured into his mind, he saw the infinite unfolding of heaven and earth, one by one warped gravitational folds, space distortion, all over the world, he saw the earth condensed in a small point, and infinitely expanded, every inch of space, in that point, and everywhere.

Chen Ang took him and stepped into that point, they appeared in front of Stryker, took off his hat, they appeared in front of Magneto, leaving a piece of iron on the plastic, they appeared in front of the professor, the professor nodded gently at Chen Ang, they were in the White House, in the pyramids, in the Great Wall, in Red Square, in the Eiffel Tower, in the Colosseum.

At the same time, in countless places, Chen Ang unfolded the entire spatial dimension, appearing in countless places at the same time with Jason, and at the same time, these places collapsed into a small dot. The next moment, it was back on the Iron Throne.

This place has already changed its appearance, countless magical, indescribable existences, all over every inch of space, Jason can see fluctuations, filling the space around him, a special will, in this ubiquitous fluctuation, fighting with Chen Ang's will, he sees, the countless information carried in the fluctuations.

At this moment, the world unfolded again before his eyes.