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I sat in a chair in my little shop, the chair I had just bought, so soft and comfortable that people didn't want to get up again when they sat down.

The curtains were drawn, leaving only a slit for me to see the street opposite.

People come and go, outsiders run to the shop across the street, and occasionally customers come to me to buy souvenirs.

Oh, that kid came to me a few days ago to buy a lot of things, and I just sent out his goods with the "universal wishing machine".

Truth be told, I thought I should change my shipment, and the out-of-town guests were not interested in the soothing herb packets, the mental and physical potions, and the stones and pendants with real guardian powers, but instead rushed to the electronics store across the street, taking with them the mediocre, factory-produced light bulbs, kettles, telephones, induction cookers, and even small toasters.

Many rushed in and ran out with messy electrical appliances in their hands, as if a wolf was chasing them.

It's just that compared to the people who just wanted to buy some souvenirs at the beginning, these people who come now seem to be here to buy goods. There was even a boss who didn't know where he came from, saying that he wanted to buy the whole hotel where he lived, and that he would install the whole heating pipe in his mansion, which made a big joke.

Really, aren't there any of these things out there?

I once went out to listen to their accents, and found that the most fierce people among them were from Intis, and even mainly Trier, and believed in the god of knowledge and mysteries. I asked them where they came from, and they began to say something they didn't understand such as chasing knowledge and mastering technology, and they were still babbling something to praise the god of knowledge, and thank the Abraham family for their generosity and sharing.

I looked at them again and saw that they often had gears, eyes and things like that.

Also, these wholesalers would discuss rituals and mechanics during the conversation, so I was sure they were connoisseurs of the occult and invited them to visit my little shop for occult souvenirs. They were a little surprised, so they crossed the street with more than a dozen household appliance packaging boxes.

However, they looked left and right, and said that I have all basic ritual props here, which are far less valuable than household appliances.

At this point, I had to ask them to see the "universal wishing machine" from the hand of the angel, but I didn't expect that when they heard that there was something that could make a wish, one of them ran faster than the other, and they refused to come back without reciting the honorable name.

Business is really getting worse and worse.

What makes me most helpless is that my highest sale in the past few days is actually a plastic armchair that I bought back from ■■■■.

I turned it out of the corner when I was tidying up the warehouse, and it was just outside the store to bask in the sun, but I didn't expect someone to pass by and was startled by this chair - I explained for a long time that this was an ordinary plastic chair, but the other party insisted that he had never seen such a lightweight, curved and elastic chair, and I had no choice but to tearfully quote a high price.

Watching him happily go back with his chair up, I felt that the world was so unreal.

Alas, I'm a little tired, so let's go buy something to eat.

……

I was awakened by a crisp sound of someone tapping on the counter with their fingers.

"Sorry, I'm asleep!"

It's all because of the cold weather outside and the warm interior, I don't even know when I fell asleep on the table. Rubbing my eyes, I saw the visitor with a beautiful flaxen haired girl, and her green eyes were like deep pools. The customer was an acquaintance of the shop next to me, and I couldn't help but smile, and I looked away from her face and turned to fiddle with the kitchen utensils that were still warm.

"Tracy, what do you want to eat?"

"I wanted a big piece of beef in the burger, preferably with fresh omelettes and vegetables, and a fries, Shanna's craftsmanship is the best in town. By the way, also have a cup of sparkling iced tea, with ice. Tracy smiled and nonchalantly knocked on the marble countertop to order, not looking for a place to sit down. As I put the beef on the frying pan, I saw several guests in the hall quietly watching this beautiful lady.

"I just tried a new flavor of fish cutlet yesterday, would you like to try it Tracy?" I chatted with her while frying meat, and by the way, I looked through the cupboards, "How's the business lately?" I see you seem to have a new curtain. ”

"Not bad." Tracy said, a smile on her face a little more, and walked to an empty table and chair in the hall, "Get me another fish cutlet, no one is coming now, I'll just rest here a little longer." ”

I was of course happy to see the increase in turnover and immediately replied, "No problem." ”

……

I secretly looked at the quiet and distracted beautiful girl, and felt that the burgers in my hands were not so delicious.

Of course, my upbringing taught me that it was very rude to peek at someone, especially at someone's face. So I wanted to pluck up the courage to talk to her, but her eyes kept looking out the window, and it was quiet like a flower blooming alone at night. I can't bear to break this beautiful picture, I have a hunch that this picture will continue to appear in my mind, even in my dreams.

The metaphor comes from a book of poetry, and the new friend who helped me catch a pickpocket tell me that reading poetry makes me more attractive.

Oh, it's not that I'm talking bad about him behind my back, his appearance already makes him attractive without doing anything.

It's a pity that by now, that book of poems has brought me more fun, and my colleagues at the police department have thought it is worthless.

Her name is Tracey, isn't she? The name, together with her appearance, has an indescribable beauty.

My mind was a mess, and it occurred to me that I had half an hour left on my lunch break. Accidentally, I bit my finger.

……

I played the lyre by the fountain in the town square, and I painted with my brush the images of inspiration that appeared in my dreams;

I use a knife and fork and cut the steak;

I am in the Cathedral of the Fools, telling the stories of the gods to the people who come to worship;

I stretched out my right hand, and with the courtful support of a gentleman, I left the carriage;

I got my long-awaited new dress and couldn't wait to put it on;

I was on four legs, being chased by a small child, and I laughed out loud and stumbled and played with a dog......

Klein has been in fantastic form all this time.

He felt as if he had completely divided into thousands of beings, each with its own will, thoughts, cognitions, and destiny. These fates and perspectives are intertwined, constructing a picture of life in a thousand forms.

However, on top of these many consciousnesses, there is a dominant main consciousness, which is constantly subjected to various shocks, and seems to be assimilated by the ocean of consciousness formed by itself at any time, but in the end it all persists, allowing Klein to maintain a certain level of sobriety.

His main body had been sleeping inside the "Source Castle", and his consciousness was sometimes floating half-asleep in the sky, sometimes sinking into his body.

The images of the clones flashed in his mind, like a dream made up of a large number of fragments.

……

On the source fort, the clone of Sequence 2 diverted his attention from the Western Continent, and suddenly found that his secret puppet town was actually burning.

He was taken aback, and though he was a part of Klein, he wasn't the one who performed the ritual at all.

Compared to the ontology, his connection with utopia is several times weaker, and he is not usually responsible for any affairs of utopia. After all, this is the ritual of the ontology, and the consciousness of the ontology sinks into each of its secret puppets, using this city as a stage to dance together, the ontology is only in charge of utopia, and the doppelganger is in charge of the city of miracles, "Poseidon", a member of the Tarot Society...... Everything but utopia.

Therefore, he realized that the cause of the Utopia accident was actually Leonard's prayer to report the situation to himself!

"It is suspected that there are a large number of sudden souls with strange negative effects that appear in Utopia, causing the inhabitants of Utopia to ...... The secret puppets who caused the utopia to be polluted by external forces and began to attack each other, showing strong malice? Well, this is undoubtedly an attack on the ontology and utopia...... There are very few guys with such powers, and I can guess who it is. ”

Crane immediately took action, but at this moment the utopia was completely in complete chaos, he used a miracle to filter out the travelers and foreign spirits in it, and then quickly built a new small building where Leonard is now, temporarily settled all of them in this safe place, and healed all the wounds on their bodies.

At Klein's will, these people fell into a deep sleep one after another, losing their memories of their time in Utopia.

Fortunately, yesterday Utopia's train station had just run a round, sending away the last batch of guests, and a total of 87 new people were welcomed, Klein counted the number of people, although they were injured, and even near-dead, there were no casualties.

From the perspective of the source fort, Leonard was startled by the sudden appearance of the building, he cautiously went in to explore for a while, and saw that it was full of beds and resting people, so he came out again and beckoned another person to go in and escape from the snow.

"Oh, Anderson is here too......"

He looked over and saw a familiar soul.

The appearance of the other party's soul here means that Anderson has died, and he suddenly has an indescribable feeling in his heart.

"I really miss the time when I was at sea."

Crane muttered, he sighed, not intending to delve into the reason why Anderson was here, but wondering if he should re-pinch the face of Anderson's possessed secret puppet later. After all, this secret puppet is just called Anderson, and it is a little prank of the body, and it is not the same as the "first hunter under the former demigods of the five seas" he knows.

But just as he was intervening in the problems that arose in Utopia, he suddenly saw the body on the other side of the long table move slightly, and the eyebrows hidden under the gray mist furrowed slightly, looking a little painful.

……

My heart is full of joy and I don't feel bad.

I even felt joy at the moment when I stabbed the knife to the heart at the man in front of me, and the warm blood sprayed on me was like a grace from the gods.

The spurt of blood tasted so luscious that it intoxicated me more than any other wine I had ever drunk, and I could no longer remember what had caused the dispute between us, and at one moment I was furious, and when he took the vase in his hand with one hand and was about to smash it at my head, my hand took a swift step and plunged the clenched knife into his chest.

I stabbed him with the knife again and again, and the blood gushed out, slowly turning from hot to slightly cool as it swiped across the back of my hand. It was winter, and he was soon bleeding no more, and my mind was dizzy, but it felt strangely empty.

I realized that I needed more blood to savor the joy I had just had.

……

I took a gun and hid in the corner of the second floor to hunt the prey in front of me.

These idiots are making a mess in the streets, and all they know is to beat each other roughly, and no one will look up and notice the muzzle of my gun quietly outstretched. All I had to do was pull the trigger lightly and I would be able to explode a nice blood flower in the scope.

I've wanted to do this for a long time, and from the day I got my shotgun, every time I aim at my prey with it, I've been thinking - what a great hunt it would be if I could shoot people with it!

……

Eye.

Human eyes come in many colors, blue, green, brown, black...... Wait, I think these colors are the most beautiful colors that come out of nature. My graduation project has obvious eye elements, and my teachers have expressed high praise for my colors, but I am just mimicking the glow and color of some people's eyes.

The internship at the eye hospital was very satisfying and I thought it would be enough.

But soon I realized that it was not enough to just look, that I longed to touch, to possess, so I moved to the morgue, where I could enjoy the eyes of the colors I loved.

The fly in the ointment is that the eyes of the dead are not as delicate as those of the living, and I can't take them away either.

When there was gunfire outside, it occurred to me that I ...... Maybe I'll be able to pick my favorite color now as I like.

……

I smashed thick glass bottles on people's heads and smashed their bones;

I cut open human bodies, tore out their intestines and tossed them aside for all who passed by to see;

I'm scooping up the stroller and throwing it down the slope;

I drove the carriage and trampled everyone in sight, laughing at their screams and scolding;

I tied them to the corner of the room, unscrewed the gas, and left behind a lead that was enough to drive them crazy;

I cut off someone's head and threw it down the window, enjoying the cries coming from below;

I took the torch and threw it into all the curtained windows......

I don't have any scruples, I just want to do whatever I want, it's better to kill everyone in front of me, destroy everything.

TBC

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The power of the abyss polluted all the secret puppets of the entire utopia, and every moment countless frenzied, extremely malicious thoughts rushed into Crane's mind. These malicious outbursts had no reason whatsoever, and had a huge impact on Klein's consciousness and logical thinking. The originally peaceful, calm and beautiful city life was torn to shreds in an instant, and his bloodthirsty and fanatical thoughts almost infected him.

His skin squirmed, and a large number of spirit insects swam, and then fell like rain from all over his body.

Only then did the clone realize that he didn't think there was a big deal about this attack, because it wasn't for him at all!

This attack is to reverse the influence of the main body through the secret puppet! It stands to reason that Crane's soul is protected by the Source Fortress, which can isolate external influences to the greatest extent, but his consciousness is scattered in the secret puppet town, and the secret puppet town needs to interact with the outside world!

I saw that those spirit insects did not flee in all directions after they landed, but immediately gathered together in twos and threes to bite and devour each other, and these contaminated clones were scattered around the seat of the "Fool", making Crane more and more unable to maintain the silhouette of a human.

Not only that, but after seeing the instantaneous deterioration of the ontology's condition, the originally unaffected sequence doppelgangers all showed signs of losing control!

It didn't take long for Him to pull at his hair and roll down the "world" position, turning back into a spirit worm, twitching and rolling on the ground as if he was trying his best to fight something.

After losing the outline of his humanoid body, Crane's will finally awakened from some of the spirit worms, and his consciousness flowed everywhere, so that he could feel his own disintegration and sudden intensification of schizophrenia more clearly.

Part of him roared angrily, cursing at those who had used him, who had hurt him, cursing at the world he didn't love but had to protect, claiming that if he wanted him to protect the world, he would let all the people in the world become his things, his secret mates; Part of him was trying to kill himself, but they hadn't succeeded, so Crane could clearly feel that a variety of different ways of dying were going on, and the feeling of death was creeping up from all over his body, eating away at his mind with despair; There was also a part of him who was dying, Klein was dying.

He desperately wanted to kill something, destroy something, to express his inner anger, despair, and all kinds of dark emotions that had been detonated, but he instinctively didn't want to do it, and as an ordinary person, he was naturally unwilling and didn't want to hurt anyone.

Klein wanted to cry, but he couldn't find where his eyes could cry, he wanted to shout, he wanted to pound something in anger, but his body had been scattered into countless spirit worms, fighting and biting internally in vain.

Even the doppelganger, who had maintained a certain level of sobriety, was eventually dragged into this avalanche of negative emotions.

Therefore, no one was in charge of the utopia, and it burned into a black silhouette in the flames with all the inhabitants and disappeared under the snowy mountains.

(End of chapter)