A huge and boundless whirlpool, crimson eyeballs emerging from the deepest part of the vortex, like the organs of some kind of mollusk, but not only that, it is a creep of life, a posture that makes people naturally feel awkward, uncomfortable and afraid. After the appearance of the crimson eyeballs, even the whirlpool itself seemed to be a part of this huge mollusk that could not see the whole picture—of course, it was not only that Takakawa of the prosthetic body felt, and such a graphic description could not fully explain all the feelings he felt after witnessing this, and the ensuing shock made him almost lose himself in some kind of unspeakable chaos.

He still remembered what it was, why he was here, but this clear intention and strong will, including all the factors that had kept him awake here, were not enough for him to keep his mind in front of the crimson eyeball. The once-calm thoughts and emotions seemed to be swept away by a great wave, heated by magma, and boiled again, and the reference for confirming one's own existence became the monster in front of him, and a sense of relative insignificance emerged from the deepest part of the mind. Prosthetic Takakawa was able to realize how bad a state he was in, and that this state would continue to deteriorate, and that even maintaining oneself in front of this crimson eyeball was exhausting.

Even though the crimson eyeball didn't seem to pay attention to anything in particular—it was open, but it didn't seem to be looking at anything, as if it had fallen asleep with its eyes open.

Among all the fears that Takakawa felt at this moment, there was this fear: this eyeball seemed to be as if it would catch a glimpse in the next moment.

What happens once you are watched? Prosthetic Takagawa has no way to judge at all.

What is this indescribably huge, majestic, distorted, grotesque existence? I am afraid that there is nothing else but the "monster of the collective human subconscious" that many occult experts believe exists. It may be difficult to have a visual understanding of the "monster in the collective human subconscious" before seeing it again, but after seeing this crimson eyeball with your own eyes, you won't hesitate to do so. Because, if we do not regard it as a "monster in the collective human subconscious", it is impossible to find a description of reason and cognition that is more in line with the feelings that this nightmarish existence brings to oneself.

The monster of the collective subconscious of mankind, the monster that the Doomsday Shinrikyo tries to summon in every possible way, the symbol of the end of this world, the existence of the prophecy, and the core of all current disasters will be involved. In a way, it is almost the core existence of this apocalyptic illusion than the "repeater", and it seems to be the end of a long story.

And what did you do to reach this end at this time? Although I have long thought about the possibility that walking too deeply in consciousness will give the consciousness walker a glimpse of something that no one else can see, but when I am really faced with such a situation, I still feel surprised, I only feel that it all came too suddenly, and I am not ready for anything.

No, in the face of such a monster, no matter what kind of preparation you make in your normal consciousness, it is insignificant, right?

The prosthetic Gao Chuan was completely speechless, and could only face this strange and magnificent scene in silence. Human language is no longer sufficient to describe all his feelings at this time. Therefore, it proves even more how much his sensibility has swelled, and the rationality that seemed to be strong and unified has already been shocked and struggling to survive.

In this world of consciousness, there is neither life nor death – this is not a physical phenomenon that can be empirically verified, but only a perceptual conclusion, and even then, no rational logical thinking is sufficient to refute this overly strong feeling. Prosthetic Takagawa only feels like an old man with dementia, who obviously has brains, but he can't function anyway.

Rather than the physical knowledge he knew, Takakawa was more inclined to use the occult and philosophy to explain all that he had experienced, because at least there was a way to explain it, but once he tried to make it scientific and data, he was completely beyond the scope of his own cognition, and he couldn't even do a simple description.

Are you going to die? In the midst of many thoughts, such thoughts pass by in a flash, and then they are filled with other thoughts, and they can no longer follow this channel to think about other things.

Prosthetic Takagawa only felt that there was an invisible hand that grabbed his neck, suffocating himself, and he was about to die. This feeling is definitely no better than before seeing this whirlpool. He couldn't tell whether he really wanted this "monster in the collective human subconscious" to open its eyes in the true sense of the word, or whether he wanted it to be so ignorant forever.

However, he had an extremely strong premonition that since he had come here and seen this thing, nothing would have happened, and he would return to the normal world safely.

It will surely open its eyes.

Just as he had this thought, the pupils of the eyeball, which looked like it was taller than a hundred floors, began to melt, and in a few moments it touched the whites of the eyes, and then even the outer shell began to melt. Prosthetic Takakawa still didn't know what kind of change this would bring and what kind of impact it would bring, but he gradually felt that the huge whirlpool, which had been running smoothly, was a little bit of an acceleration.

The dissolution of this crimson eyeball seemed to add a new force to the giant vortex. Following the vortex, many incomprehensible things were swept in, but there was no exit to let these things that were caught up throw away. From this slow-starting acceleration rotation, the prosthetic Takakawa saw one figure after another, and saw some scenes that were twisted but seemed to be familiar to him, and the strongest impression was to see the people he cared about, whether they were dead or alive.

When Takakawa heard it, the countless screams, cries, and wails made him feel that if someone else came here, saw the monster in front of him, and felt everything he felt, then this person would definitely go crazy. You can still be sure that you're alive – even though that sense of certainty is getting weaker – but you can't stop this cognitive decline.

In front of this monster, what is the meaning of the "living" that he chased in the past? Furthermore, even "being alive" itself has become a disingenuous concept. Because of this, if we can't prove that "I" am me, that "I" exists as I imagined, and that I can't prove the meaning of my existence, then everything is over for "me".

The destructive power shown in thinking about this is exactly the power display of the monster in front of him—the prosthetic Takagawa thinks so.

The next moment, the indescribable wonder in front of me shattered like glass, as if it was just an illusion, and I suddenly woke up from it, and even the memory of this illusion became blurred. In the retinal screen of the prosthetic body, the scenery of the ruins of the ruling bureau, the endless battlefield, the attack that has been spread in all directions in a short period of time, allowing him to have no way to retreat, the phenomena that cannot be thoroughly dissected are squeezed towards him in a more cold and real attitude.

- Back to ...... It's back!?

Such a thought flashed through the mind of the prosthetic Gao Chuan, and it was like a line of words that were as fragile as white ash, and they were blown away by the wild Lan in his consciousness in an instant. However, he immediately realized that this more real and full landscape was also frozen in his retina screen like a landscape painting, and he could not hear any sound. In the next moment, the sound of shattering like glass sounded in his heart again, and this landscape-like picture also appeared cracks along with this sound, and then shattered.

- This is ...... My consciousness walks!?

As the thought emerged, the battlefield in front of him changed, and the tangible and qualitative things, whether Nazi soldiers, security guards, or all sorts of constructs, melted and twisted like cheese, swept away by an invisible force of suction, and turned into a huge vortex, flowing towards a central point somewhere in the distance that they could not observe. If I had to describe it, it was like the water in the toilet being drained by the sewer pipe. The whole process is described as spectacular and slow, with a sea-like surge, but in that "sudden awakening" feeling, it all seems to have been completed in just opening and closing your eyes.

When the prosthetic Takakawa had the feeling of "suddenly waking up", only a flat and solid earth remained in the retina screen, and all the "ups and downs" disappeared, as if it had been bulldozed by an unimaginably huge force. There were countless Nazi soldiers, and there were no security guards left in the first place. The change in the terrain is enough to make people wonder if they haven't woken up from their dreams yet, or if they have fallen back into a new dream.

……

Silence, it seems, has been for a long time.

Prosthetic Takakawa looked at his hands with a slight trance, which were still wearing heavy power armor.

"What the hell did I do?" He asked himself, however, unable to answer the question. All this happened, both in terms of process and outcome, was very different from what he had envisioned, no, rather, his imagination had no such vision before it all happened. He couldn't tell whether such a result was good or bad, and what kind of emotions he should have.

Everything is gone, and there is nothing left - if it is limited to the local war in this ruling area, it may be a good thing, but how huge waves and chains will it create when magnified into the changes in the entire Doomsday Fantasy? There is no doubt that the Doomsday Shinrikyo will never be worried about this, and this terrible destruction, and the irreversible results that will eventually result, are the embodiment of the end times.

And the embodiment of the end is never what anyone trying to fight the end wants to see.

From the perspective of anticipation of the "doomsday process", Takakawa felt that he had made a huge mistake. His uncontrollable rampage of deep consciousness walking, without any repeaters, did not essentially hit the enemy. It can be said that the things he experienced, the scenes that unfolded before his eyes, proved that his consciousness walk skipped all possibilities that could turn the situation around, and went straight to the possibility that no one on his side wanted to see.

“…… Unexpectedly...... There was such a big deviation. ”

Just when the prosthetic body Gao Chuan was still in shock and couldn't extricate himself, there was a small sound behind him, just like a wake-up bell, which made him suddenly come back to his senses, and subconsciously turned his head to look, only to see another girl with the same dull and pale face walked out from behind the box of equal height, and she no longer had the slightest place to hide in this land that had become flat and endless. However, there is no need to hide anymore, all enemies, all attacks, all mysteries have been erased by the greater mystery beyond imagination, just like scraping a full landscape painting into a blank sheet of paper. And all this, in the feelings of this girl, how long is it? Was it a moment? A wink? One breath? Or is it just a disillusionment? Prosthetic Takagawa has no way of knowing.

"Huh?" Prosthetic Takagawa called out her name, but it was clear that she hadn't been able to recover from the terrible changes she had seen. She couldn't even answer a word.

The prosthetic Takagawa didn't urge, even if he himself, after coming back to his senses, he still needed to sort out his mood and thoughts again, trying to sort out the order and details of all this happening. It was too scary, dreamy, and crazy to be seen directly as something that had actually happened.

And then, there was silence again.

It wasn't until more than ten minutes later that he turned his gaze to the prosthetic Takakawa, stared at him for a long time, and patted his cheek vigorously, as if to calm his brain from the trembling. She took several deep breaths before she asked with a hint of trill, "Mr. Takakawa?" It was as if she couldn't believe that the man standing in front of her was who she thought he was, not in the form of some indescribable monster.

"Well, it's me." Prosthetic Takagawa replied.

“…… Exactly, what happened? He finally asked the question.

“…… I just did a consciousness walk. Takakawa replied, and he couldn't think of any other explanation at all.