When I closed my diary and turned my head to look across the window, Dr. Nguyen Le was no longer there. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The room opposite the info window is gradually becoming monotonous, not because there is something wrong with the furnishings, it is not a change in color, and the details visible to the naked eye seem to have not changed, but perhaps because of the emptiness, there is always a feeling of "lack of soul". The room had become mediocre, more boring than the weird and amazing rooms, and even more undesirable to enter. I used to be able to look at the Dr. Nguyen Le who was also watching me, but her disappearance made me feel like a lot of things were moving away from me.

Then, in this distant atmosphere, I spontaneously developed a certain emotion. I can't put into words what it feels like, but I feel like it's urging me to act.

I looked at the wall again, where the clock was still there, the hands had stopped in one place, and I thought I should be able to tell the time clearly, but when I looked at the numbers the clock hands pointed, I felt a trance. I only had the feeling that it was late, but I didn't know the exact moment, and in retrospect, I didn't even think about checking the clock again. An irresistible inclination arose in my consciousness and prompted me to subconsciously turn my gaze to the side of the clock—I remember that there was nothing, but now in front of my eyes, there was a calendar hanging on the wall.

The date is a certain day in a certain month of 1999, and I cannot observe the specific date. I mean, even though I have the idea of knowing specifically, even looking at the calendar can't form the exact date information in my mind. This hazy feeling for no apparent reason made me wonder if I was still in a dream, a precursor to a nightmare.

Even so, I still know what decision I have just made and how I am going to act—the voice that comes from the depths of my body and my heart is urging me to act. I got up from my desk, sat down again, stood up again, sat down again, I didn't know what I was doing, and I knew very well that I should get out of this cycle and make up my mind to be enlightened. I felt that I was not like this, but I didn't know why I was hesitating, perhaps because, deep down in my heart, with the voice urging me to act, there was a great fear that could not be expressed, it was so deep, dark, so desperate, that it made people feel that they had to stop moving, do nothing, bury their heads in the sand, close their eyes so that all the horrors that came over me would not really exist.

But my eyes were still open, and an emotion as great as this horror made it impossible for me to do nothing—I stood up, sat down, stood up again, and this time, I didn't want to sit down again. So, I pushed the chair down, overturned the table, and I roared, trying to dispel the fear and hesitation in my heart with my roar, to fight against the cowardice that had always existed deep in my heart, covered with madness and pretending to be strong. I'm scared, I'm not afraid of a specific enemy, I'm not afraid of a future that looks dark, what am I afraid of? Maybe it's the uncertainty of jumping up in front of the cliff? Maybe it's the unknown that can't be known?

However, I was growling, but I didn't hear my own voice. I overturned the tables and chairs, and I didn't hear them hitting the floor. I feel like the black-and-white silent movie era, the silent clown who entertained the audience with exaggerated movements. A voice said to me: Takakawa, you must act.

Yes, I acted, I knew what I wanted to do, what I should do, what I decided to do, I used to act immediately, I wanted to be like my old self, like the fearless child who galloped on the wall. It's like a stupid person who seems naïve in the eyes of others, always doing dangerous things, and has no sense of risk. Because children and fools have more power to act than anyone else - no, not more than anyone else, but more power to act than I am now, more than I am here and now.

I just wrote in a Las Vegas repeater, but after I stopped writing, I became a forward-looking, cowardly person? What kind of joke is this?

I couldn't explain what had happened to me, I couldn't be sure what was affecting my supposedly formed personality, but I felt like my mind was still clear—I knew that something grotesque and untimely was happening to me, that I was in a strange situation that I hadn't been in before. I could vaguely feel that there was a force pushing me to struggle desperately, and at the same time another force trying to make me give up struggling.

What kind of unseen thing is attacking me in the Las Vegas repeater? Keeping my thoughts and actions out of alignment?

The table and chair tumbled to the ground, and I threw my fist into the air, as if to grab the invisible enemy, but there was no sound, everything around me suddenly slowed down, and the texture of the ground suddenly gave a soft feeling. The table and chairs were supposed to be motionless on the ground, but before my eyes, they jumped up as if they had just landed on an elastic cushion.

No, it should be said that it was as if the process that had already happened for several seconds was stolen, and the tables and chairs were as if they had just been toppled.

I saw things on the table, pens and diaries, slowly sliding out of the table and falling towards the ground, while the table and chair bounced off the ground out of sync - and it was all like a slow-motion shot.

What I saw was supposed to be coherent, but now it was more like a frame of images cut out of a coherent picture, staggered from the original timeline, and then stitched back together. Although on the surface, the process is still similar to the original, but the substance has changed greatly, and what should have happened in order is overlapping and intermingling, in a contradictory form.

At this moment, a more violent shock, and the shock caused by it, suddenly spread all over the range I could observe and feel. I almost thought that the entire Las Vegas repeater had been punched so hard that it was almost knocked off. My body was thrown up, gravity seemed to turn into an illusion, and I slammed my whole body into the ceiling, and the tables, chairs, and things on the table were also thrown up, smashing into the walls, smashing the walls and windows, which were not made of stronger materials than the walls, but now like cannonballs.

Incomprehensible, incomprehensible, absurd and bizarre, like ripples, spread out from the room I was in in all directions. Whether it is the chain judgment from the magic pattern, or the identity of the user of the Las Vegas repeater, all these things that give me strong feelings and powerful perceptions are all sketched in my mind such a scene: the inside of the Las Vegas repeater is like a Rubik's cube composed of countless blocky rooms, and this Rubik's cube is out of the pool, and the axis seems to be strained by some force, causing the blocky rooms to spread in all directions under the drive of inertia, and each other and their connection points are becoming alienated, and it seems that they will disintegrate at any time.

What's going on? I can't do a thorough analysis of the anomaly that happened at this time, and of course, there have been various speculations, but since I can't get a detailed understanding of the state of the Las Vegas repeater at this moment, I can't prove which one is correct. According to some reason, I have always believed that the person who really controls the Las Vegas repeater is Dr. Ruan Li, not myself, and I only indirectly decide the course of action of the Las Vegas repeater through Dr. Ruan Li.

Although I think so...... However, Dr. Nguyen Le disappeared. To be precise, where I could observe and understand, there was no Dr. Ruan Li, and she who was still across the window disappeared without a trace.

I tried to retrieve the clock and calendar on the wall, as well as the pen and diary that had fallen off the table, but when I came up with the idea, I couldn't find them either, as if they never existed.

The voice urging me to act, the terror that made me shudder and flinch, was so-for-tat, and so great and powerful in the-for-tat, that I felt that my whole being was going to melt in the scorching heat of this contradiction, until I stretched out my hand and subconsciously came to the door—I don't remember how I got to the door, I had just smashed on the ceiling, and now I was standing in front of the door intact.

No, I couldn't say that it was good, I was in pain, it was a pain that came from my bones, and on the inside of my right wrist, the magic patterns of the four ridges seemed to have just been burned into the flesh.

In the heat and pain, the feeling of "I am very powerless at this time" was finally crushed by some emotion, like a torrent roaring and directly crushing the river embankment. With the help of this force, I pushed the door open with force, which was a very simple action, but it made me feel that this door weighed thousands of tons.

There was nothing outside the doors of what should have been corridors and more rooms, a vast blank space that spread out into the distance, and the floor was covered with a material as transparent as glass panes, I could only be sure that it was not glass, but I could not be sure what it was. The line of sight is enough to see through the glassy ground and see further down.

I didn't see exactly what was under my face, but I thought I might have to go a little further to see it. So, I followed that feeling and did so. I stepped out the door and stepped on the transparent ground, and the scene of the underground suddenly became clear.

I stood on the transparent floor, as if I was suspended in mid-air, and I knew I was inside the Las Vegas repeater, but I felt like I was outside the repeater. Just below, a large, complex, mechanical silhouette is deforming, and no one can be sure what it wants to become, but it feels like it has been deforming all along, and there is such a sense of uncertainty. At the same time, you can also feel that in this huge outline, in this complex deformation, there is a terrifying power stored.

This strange and massive mechanical shell is not so much to attack anything, but to restrain the terrifying force within it. Two pairs of eyes were watching me, their gaze was so sharp, it also made their own presence extremely strong, I followed this gaze, and looked farther under my feet, and the owner of the gaze came to my mind—although the two of them were far away in the sense of distance, the appearance of the composition in my mind was as clear as if it were close at hand.

I immediately recognized the two of them - it was the other me, the prosthetic Takakawa, and the witch VV of the New Sense Gospel. I don't know what kind of image I have in the eyes of these two people, but I feel mixed emotions such as surprise and relief in the eyes that looked at me.

It's not just the gaze of these two people, after this, more gaze penetrates the distance and barrier, focusing on me, giving me a sense of pinprick in the eyes of the crowd.

In the next moment, I connected what I saw with what I had read in my diary: in order to reverse the sacrificial rites of the Doomsday Shinrikyo and to provide enough power to activate the time machine, the prostitute Takakawa decided to snipe all the repeaters according to the plan, and the assisting witch VV turned the entire Doomsday Shinrikyo shrine into a signpost that guided the way in the collective human subconscious. At this moment, it is the time when the repeater in Area 51 follows the road sign to come here, and the prediction made by Dorothy and others that "the young Takakawa and the Las Vegas repeater will also come" is exactly what I am in at this moment - the appearance of me and the Las Vegas repeater is like an inevitable link in their "script".

And then—

"The Las Vegas repeater will collide with the Area 51 repeater, and eventually produce a shock on the level of the collective human subconscious that will shake all human consciousness......" The voice told me in my heart. A strong emotion, not a negative emotion such as anger, but a more positive emotion, but so strong that it makes my soul burn, so that the thoughts that arise in this moment are burned one by one, leaving only a simple will: If you want, then give it to you!

The thought swept through my brain like a storm, like a sudden blow out of a candle, and the sound that didn't seem to belong to me, the intense fear that had always existed in my heart disappeared - I knew they would come back, but in this moment, I was fearless.

It was as if Dr. Nguyen Lê, who was driven by this strong emotion, this simple will, and like a ghostly hallucination controlling the Las Vegas repeater, accepted my idea, and the Las Vegas repeater fell suddenly—I felt the repeater falling, I saw the red-hot phenomenon and a large number of sparks that seemed to be caused by friction, and I felt the scorching wind sweeping in, and the intensifying sound, like a scream, an explosion.

The swelling, the burning, the whistling, all the phenomena that I see and feel, from the formless to the tangible, from the soft to the hard, from the plural to the single. They surround me and the Las Vegas repeater, like a giant drill with us at the core.

I was standing on the Las Vegas repeater, and the huge drill bit under my feet spun violently.

Space, time, dimension, all the concepts that can be perceived seem to be stirred up in this violent rotation.