The battle observed in the speed-skimming state is obviously different from the battle observed in the non-speed-sweeping state, and the difference in speed leads to different observation angles, which is the case with human beings. However, from this point of view, if something can always remain in a stable state when viewed from different angles, doesn't that mean that the thing is abnormal? In my eyes, the Flesh Swamp, the Black Tentacles, the Crazy Sora, and Tomie are such anomalous beings. Tomie's battle is difficult to observe, and even if the chain judgment is always maintained in the range of no less than 50 meters in diameter, Tomie's actions cannot be observed in the same detail as other movements.

I could feel Tomie's movements, and I could get a general idea of what she was doing, but when it came to the details of these actions, a lot of joy was missing. I knew she was attacking, and I knew she was punching, but her actions weren't exactly just punching, and in her, what should have been coherent movements were divided by some strange force, whether it was "impossible to keep the impression" or "impossible to see at all", all in all, I couldn't paint a detailed picture of how she behaved in the fight - I knew she wasn't going to lose, but I didn't have a complete picture of how exactly she ensured this outcome.

I also don't remember how Tomie won in the past apocalyptic fantasy. I must have recorded the scene in my diary, but the seemingly detailed action that I recorded was definitely not the whole thing that happened at that time. I didn't describe, or rather, it was impossible for me to record every detail of Tomie's every move in this diary, but now that I think about it, there is something wrong with me—is it that I can't record it, or is there something that I don't want to record? I didn't record everything about Tomie, was it my own choice, or was it a forced choice? If so, what are the factors that cause it?

If there were no mysteries, I could blame everything on my penmanship and my own habits, but in this apocalyptic fantasy that hides countless terrible secrets, I can't be confident that the reason is just that. All the grotesqueness and anomalies that have been seen in the past, as well as the malice and anomalies that are happening that are being seen now, cannot but make one doubt oneself deeply.

I have to face this profound question: where does the consciousness of the self come from, where does it come from, and what factors influence it? In this question, Dorothy's questioning of whether I am really "Takakawa" is not unreasonable. I am convinced that I am "Gao Chuan", but this is only my perception of myself, however, this cognition itself is based on my own limitations, I am not omniscient and omnipotent of myself, so in this logic, my perception of myself is not completely correct.

I'm just subjectively insisting that I am the origin of "Takakawa". Of course, I generally think that just thinking about it this way is enough. However, I am also very aware that my "thoughts" no longer belong to me from the common sense when I am infected with doomsday syndrome. Thoughts that I think are enough can't prevent thoughts that I don't want to produce from happening in my mind, and the hallucinations I often see are the best proof of this fact.

Now, I'm hallucinating again, and I'm having thoughts that I shouldn't think about it. I love "E" so much, but I can't help but doubt Tomie, as if this doubt has nothing to do with whether I love her or not. When I realized that I was suspicious of Tomie, I understood that the factors that hindered the plan had arisen, and that this doubt itself was the most difficult obstacle. It doesn't matter whether Tomie should be suspicious or not, the important thing is that if the plan is to be successful, such targeted doubts should not appear in his mind from beginning to end.

My deep, crazy, paranoid, stubborn, twisted, hysterical, unseemly "love" that cannot be seen with common sense is being weakened by these constant doubts, it is softening and turning into another color, and while this change may not be considered a bad thing in many ways, it is the worst thing for my plan against the "virus" alone.

My love for "Jiang" is the cornerstone, the core, and even the whole of the plan, and if I want to rely on "love" to save something, then this "love" should not be soft. Even if my love cannot be called love in the eyes of others, it should be hard enough to be hard enough to be eroded by anything, no matter what it is, no matter what it is.

Now I am aware of the fact that the very foundations of my plan are being shaken—and I am quite sure that this wavering has only come from my own participation in this deviant ritual, or rather, it is at this time that the softness of this love manifests itself in that crazy and involuntary thoughts.

I know, and only I know, that this is a terrible situation.

The strangeness and mystery that the deviant ritual is producing, the deep source behind the extraordinary fear, and the results of the ritual that can be intuitively felt in the dark, are having a powerful enough impact on me that will destroy my plans.

I heard a lot of voices, not the battle on the ground, not the sound of the current situation - I don't have proof, but I just know that it is definitely not the sound that should be in this fight. It was as if it were coming from far away, and it seemed to be within us, like the air, like the stars, like the radiation, like the dark matter that is invisible to the naked eye but does exist. Of course, this kind of conviction does not require any proof, as long as the voice is heard, it can be assured, but this conviction undoubtedly leads to the involuntary question: Why? Why? Why? Why......

The questions are swelling, and the questions that are inflated cannot be answered logically. These questions, which have no final answer, are destroying my thinking in a terrible way, in a way that I cannot resist.

Everything that was happening before my eyes became ridiculous and false. It was a subjective decision for me to stop, but when I realized I was still where I was, I had no idea how much time I had wasted.

Mistakes, huge mistakes have happened to me. Neither my thoughts nor my actions are interfered with by the mystical influence of the incredible, unsightly phenomenon. I'm making mistakes, and I'm making mistakes, but even if I realize I'm making mistakes, I can't move my feet.

Equally anomalous, even if I stopped where I was, the enemies who were supposed to rush up and shoot me or kill me had no intention of attacking me at all - as if I had disappeared from their perceptions, and I was standing here, but the core of the battle had been tilting towards Tomie's side.

The mysterious experts were sent flying by Tomie one by one, and all the strange phenomena that arose around them were all in even more bizarre coincidences, and they could not cause real harm to Tomie. Fast Attack, High Energy Attack, Tough Attack, Coverage Attack, Targeted Attack...... These attacks, which are enough to make people feel that Tomie who is under siege will never be able to escape, will always fail in front of Tomie. Even if Tomie's actions are more like a simple punch and kick beating, he is always able to actually hit the enemy, causing terrible damage to these mysterious experts who know to be powerful at a glance.

Tomie's "absolute strength" is extremely strongly reflected in the stubborn resistance of these mysterious experts, and no matter how they try to fight, their defeat seems to be doomed. Every time they collided with Tomie, whether it was a direct physical collision or an anomalous phenomenon, they couldn't make the onlookers feel that they had a chance to win. Their strength has become an even more powerful foil for Tomie.

Gradually, these mysterious experts who were able to deal with Tomie had become very weak, and this weakness was reflected in their actions as well as in my intuition. Maybe at first, they could have made me think that I could have a good deal with Tomie, but now it has become the idea that if I just rub Tomie, I will be seriously injured enough to die.

In my observations, the decline of occult experts is becoming more pronounced, and no matter how much they struggle, the description of "struggling" is enough to show the truth.

"If you want to win me, practice for a few more hundred years, ahahahaha-" Tomie's maniacing voice became as if it could overpower the concerto of the ritual performers. Like a spider, she uses her hands and feet to dodge bullets, throwing knives, energy attacks, and spatial phenomena with ease, but she can't do it completely. Even so, in my chain decision, none of the attacks she dodged left a trace on her body, and it was more like these attacks were powerless than physically strong - however, doesn't that feel contradictory to the previous logic?

Tomie had the upper hand, and such a state of affairs could not be felt "normal" at all, even at first I thought that Tomie would definitely have the upper hand.

Another mysterious expert was hit by Tomie's whip leg, and the whole person arched his body like a shrimp, and his facial features were twisted by pain, as if an impact burst from his body, trying to push his eyeballs out of his sockets. The next moment, a silver bullet pierced the shoulders of the mysterious expert and suddenly shot at Tomie. In my chain decision, the trajectory of the bullet overlapped Tomie's heart, and Tomie's movements did not allow her to dodge the bullet in time - it should have been, but Tomie still easily dodged it, and I only knew the result, and I could not trace the details of her dodging the bullet.

Then, several mysterious experts were put to the ground by Tomie in the blink of an eye, either seriously injured or dead. The only mysterious experts who have sensed the beginning of the battle and participated in the battle are the two "old friends" of File and Billy. Of course, there are a number of mystical experts around, but these occultists seem to be all distracted by the ongoing deviant ritual and do not react to the imminent battle.

On the other side, I could feel that the enemies invading this underground hall were becoming more sophisticated, and the estimated time to get here was further shortened.

File and Billy were certainly no match for Tomie, but, after only two people remained, Tomie also paused from the stormy onslaught and met the two with the eyes of a predator. File and Billy are also experts with a lot of combat experience, but everything that should have made them appear strong is only highlighted by Tomie's posture, as if their strength is just porcelain that will break when they fall.

Tomie's arms are crossed in front of his chest, which brings out the size and straightness of his chest. However, these postures and postures with strong sexual characteristics did not make her more feminine, but rather another abnormal feeling, as if there was something hidden in that lustful appearance that could not be described as "feminine...... No, it shouldn't have been described in the first place, using the word "feminine" to describe human beings.

In the face of Tomie's sinister smile, File and Billy have a slight back-off reaction, and they have a dream-like expression, but it makes me think that they may be more willing not to wake up. I know that when they face Tomie, they must have a stronger and more direct feeling about Tomie at that time than I did—what kind of thing Tomie is.

"Oh no, file, this is obviously the final ......weapon," Billy finally spoke, and I felt that his hoarse voice was like he had to make a sound before he lost the courage to fight.

"I've never seen a final weapon like this, but it's probably the final weapon." The file said the same, and compared to Billy's sweaty head, most of her sweat was behind her back, soaking the black elastic tank top through. There were no wounds on the file's body, but her coat was already tattered and seemed to be in the way, and she tore off the tattered fabric that hung on her body with all her strength, leaving only the underwear that was close to the body for easy movement.

Of course, the file is also a beauty, a beauty with the smell of gunsmoke, and the figure is also excellent, but when compared with Tomie, there is always a feeling of falling behind - maybe I prefer Tomie to feel so, but on the other hand, Tomoe's unusual abnormality is indeed more exciting than the file at this time.

The two sides seemed to be at a stalemate, and after about two or three seconds, the shadow at Tomie's feet slowly extended forward, as if the light source in the underground hall had changed direction. At the same time, just as I instinctively sounded the alarm, the file and Billy's expressions tensed.

We all know that the change in Tomie's shadow is definitely not normal, but some kind of omen.