All he could do now was accumulate strength, and the realm of consciousness that could be touched had expanded a lot compared to the beginning, but it was not enough for him to take back control of his body. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But how much time had passed as he had gathered strength? there was no day and night, no physical changes, not to mention any other tools to know the passage of time, locked in almost maddening darkness, all of which had lost their meaning.

In the past, he didn't think he was an easy person to give up, unlike those who made smart decisions quickly, and gave up when he realized that his chances of success were not high. However, such a character may not be considered a virtue now, because it is easier to give up thinking.

He wondered if he would go berserk with emptiness before giving up, or if he would lose his mind and forget his goal. In any case, at that time, he will no longer have any chance to escape, and even the will that he has finally awakened will be dissipated in the darkness.

And so the irony of all happened when the intermittent interrogation of those men turned out to be a lifesaver for him not to go mad because of claustrophobia. The voice from outside, though faint, was a sure reminder that time was slowly passing.

What information did that -- or those-- guys want to get out of him? He couldn't understand the value of those almost madman's babbling words to get them to devote so much energy and resources to a man like him.

He also noticed that the darkness that shrouded his consciousness would become stronger from time to time, especially when the answer given by "himself" was obviously not as expected by the other party, and the darkness wrapped around the outside would quickly squeeze over, as if to crush the realm that he had so hard to expand.

Dissatisfied with the results, they apparently stepped up their efforts to control him, as if they thought that they could extract more and more accurate information from him through this forceful method.

He didn't know if those guys had pried his throat open and sent some dangerous alchemy potion into it, or if they had directly used spells to control his mind and spirit, but in terms of results, they didn't do anything other than make him recover a little mentally and fall into chaos again.

But as he did, he became aware of the way they controlled himself—like placing the "dreaming" spell used by a sorcerer backwards on him, locking his ego in a corner of his soul by forming a kind of cage-like spiritual realm.

He noticed that the darkness that enveloped him was part of the prison, and that in addition to several barriers separating different areas of consciousness, there was a more coercive force far beyond that severed the connection between soul and body, immobilizing him.

Just thinking about these things, he already had a deep understanding of how bad the situation he was facing—they had penetrated into the study of the soul in the realms while it was still superficial, and could perform delicate manipulations on different parts of the spirit.

What's more, common sense is constantly reminding him that the flesh is the vessel of the spirit, and the spirit is the support of the body, and the connection between the two is so strong that almost only death can separate the two. However, he also took into account that the ethereal feeling of the present was something he had never experienced before, because even if he entered the deepest dream with the help of medicine, he could feel the connection between body and soul.

And now, not to mention calming down and feeling the body that belongs to the material side, he has not even found a void body constructed of spirit and soul. It was a prison under deep water, and he was a ghost imprisoned underwater.

He had the "privilege" of visiting a water dungeon deep beneath a medieval castle in the past, and he was extremely impressed by the cold and damp space of the room. But if you compare it to the current scene, that dark and cramped cell is obviously too far away.

There is not much oppression here, except that you can't see your fingers, and it is not filled with the eerie damp and cold air...... Rather, the space in front of us can be seen as almost a manifestation of the word "void", and even the concepts of temperature and humidity do not exist.

The boundless darkness enveloped all areas outside of his consciousness, and only the points of light that occasionally flashed shattered images still brought some light to the place. Questions from the "outside" echoed in the void, followed by flat, monotonous answers.

The area he "saw" was at best an empty corner in the middle of a black square, with only a small amount of light as comfort. Beyond that, there was nothing else, and beyond this small area of outward sprawl, it was as if everything was nothing.

Even his own "existence" can't be confirmed, I'm afraid that the literal "walking dead" is slightly better than him, and he is only worthy of being able to compete with the fragments of thoughts that barely have some kind of obsession. If it had developed to that extent, then he would no longer even be a "living being", and he would have become a fragment of the past.

Of course, there are indeed records in the past that some magicians did not successfully return to their bodies after performing the ritual of "dreaming", and the vast majority of those who were separated from the body were lost in the spiritual world, and even if they rarely found the direction of return, they could not get rid of the end of weakness and death.

To put it mildly, if he hadn't "heard" his own words in response to the other party's question, he would have even thought that his soul had been pulled out of his body. Morality does not bind the magicians at all, as long as there is something of experimental value, they will try to put it into practice.

Indeed, if only on the basis of the part of his knowledge, no country has yet developed the technology to forcibly separate the two systems of living beings, the spiritual and the material, which are closely integrated. However, given the mastery of the soul realm, it is not surprising that they possess some esoteric methods that are ahead of their time—it is likely that they are the main culprits hindering the progress of research in this area.

Before he knew it, he had already thought of the charges for those who kept asking him all kinds of questions, as if in the midst of nothingness he could barely stabilize his shaky self-consciousness. He hoped that those guys had better show their flaws soon, and that the situation would only get worse if it went on like this.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but the interval between the visits of those "voices" was not fixed, sometimes it was a bombardment of questions that lasted for a long time, and sometimes it was a long time before asking questions. He tried to find clues in the other party's conversation, but other than the questions addressed to him, the private communication between those people seemed rather hidden, as if deliberately avoiding other information from affecting him.

"I propose that in the future, when conducting experiments, the administration of drugs should be appropriately reduced, and that appropriate relaxation of the constraints on the subject should be considered to ensure the scope of information. ”

Until he heard someone say, "We've gotten some fragmented information from him in past experiments with these drugs, but it's obviously unwise to put all the chips on one bet because of that." As you know, this potion, while powerful, is also extremely uncertain, and the worst possibility is not to destroy his spirit before important information is obtained, but to give a message mixed with the wrong fragment because his spirit is overwhelmed. ”

He quickly recognized from his voice that this person was one of the subjects of his most frequent questions, and most likely one of the organizers of the "experiment". Clearly, he has some say in the way he is disposed of, and he believes that no substantive progress can be made in this way.

It seems that after repeated attempts, the "experimenters" finally discovered that forcibly suppressing his spirit did not achieve the results they wanted, but only made the information he spoke more fragmented. Not only the talkers, but quite a few of them already felt the need to start adjusting the direction of the experiment, although it would mean relaxing the control over him and making it easier for him to get out of this state.

The question in front of those people at this time was almost a dilemma, so it set off a lot of discussion among those experimenters, but unfortunately he could not hear it clearly. The potion that had been injected into his body had indeed had an effect, so that the outside world was once again indistinct.

Perhaps they had already thought that the controlled person would find a way to free themselves from their restraints before carrying out the plan, so they put a lot of effort into the measures to restrain the prisoners. But because of their confidence in their own construction techniques and some subtle arrogance, they didn't realize that he had broken free from some of his shackles.

Several times before, he had almost thought he was dead, and only now did he clearly realize that he had become a test bed for others. It was probably only slightly better than the worst, and his conviction became stronger after learning the almost unequivocal information.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and after the voice proposed the adjustment plan for the experiment, many small discussions immediately rang out around it. He couldn't hear what they were all saying, but he eventually came to the conclusion that "his opinion was informative" and was ready to look for the right opportunity to try.

It seems that this matter is moving in his favor, and all he needs to do now is to expand the realm of perception without arousing the other party's vigilance. If you have the opportunity, you will start looking for the loopholes in the potions and spells, and finally regain control of your body.