Red streamers dragged long tails of flames, leaving narrow trails in the night sky, and those 'shooting stars' seemed to be self-conscious as if they were shuttling through the crowd in search of a suitable host, floating quietly in front of their chosen targets on the chaotic and changeable battlefield, quietly waiting for the chosen ones to reach out and accept them.

Brilliant streamer trails weave through the crowd, and one ring after another studded with rubies is slowly put on the finger.

Then a blazing spark bloomed in the crowd.

Those who were chosen and donned the Lamp Ring erupted with lava-fiery, viscous energy of rage, which then swallowed them like a raging flame.

The flames of anger seem to be given entities, and they wriggle, expand, contract, and extend on the skin of man; They are constantly changing their form, like amorphous slimes, and at this moment they are no longer the embodiment of some kind of energy, nor are they the embodiment of some physical phenomenon, but become more like some kind of living, tangible, visible and tangible creatures.

The Lantern Ring will always find its own users and teach them how to use the anger energy.

Using the lamp ring as a middle bridge, it promotes the further extension of the wearer's soul plasticity, builds a spiritual power skeleton for it, and guides the fusion of the surging anger energy, so that the emotional energy fuel generated by anger is an extension of a part of the body, such as the body and the arm, such as the arm commanding.

And this whole process of fool-proof operation, as long as the lamp ring is worn, the user can use the super technical black box product without any technical principles and scientific knowledge even if they don't understand any technical principles and scientific knowledge at all.

The flames gradually dissipated, and a tall being, which resembled a human, with a pitch-black body and a slender body of nearly three meters, walked out of the scattered sparks one after another, and the flames attached to the surface of the body had already turned into a pitch-black armor, protecting their fragile bodies as humans.

The hideous black armor is covered with terrifying sharp spikes, and the armor attached to the face seems to have returned from hell, revealing a smiling demon to the world, and the emotional energy that is the source of anger slowly flows at the joints under the armor, and the windless automatic flame cloak behind him hunts.

The heads of the pitch-black figures were burning with fire, and the steam and heat spewed out around them seemed to burn everything in the world to the ground.

So many years of oppression must be repaid!

Let them also taste what we have suffered

It didn't burn hard enough

Let's indulge in a fire in this life like a candle in the wind! Hahahahaha

Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!

Viscous, fiery angry energy reverberates with disorienting whispers.

There are roars of blood and tears, crazy laughter, and indignant roars.

But under the secret stirring of a huge consciousness, the hidden differences in these voices were constantly eliminated, and finally converged into a more unified goal.

Make a big aaaagh!

Tens of millions of people roared in unison, and the sound was like a tide.

The slender humanoid figure in black armor charged at the forefront, the red and fiery angry energy seemed to have become a part of their body, and as their minds changed into any desired form, sparks exploded in the insect tide, and the fire dragon writhed and writhed to devour wave after wave of insect people, and the blazing flame tornado rose from the ground

As more and more people put on the lantern ring and join the battlefield, the previously crumbling crimson tide is gradually gaining a foothold on the battlefield, representing the black tide of the insect swarm rolling forward wave by wave, and the two tides are being crushed, divided, and eliminated again and again.

But this impasse is only temporary.

If there is no light ring, the emotional energy fuel output by personal emotions alone is very limited, and it is not even enough to burn for a long time, or it will disappear in a few days.

Enthusiasm fades, hatred fades, and anger burns out.

Humans are much more forgetful creatures than you might think.

A lot of things that you think you might remember for a lifetime may be swept out of your life in just three days

, only a little place in the corner of the memory.

Don't take the keyboard warrior as an example, even an ordinary netizen with a normal personality will basically not remember what Weibo he reposted three days ago, and then what kind of grand wishes he posted on Weibo; If someone hadn't specifically mentioned it, or if he had a whim to look through the original blog record, I'm afraid he would have forgotten forever what kind of ambition he made when he was full of righteous indignation and enthusiasm.

Fortunately, the world does not require everyone to do what they say, otherwise there will be a big mess.

So people, it's not chilling to live and forget.

However, with the help of the lamp ring, everything is different.

The Lamp Ring does not only draw energy from individual anger, but also aims at a broader &ash;&ash; collective blindness and fanaticism, as well as the negative emotional fuel buried in the deep sea.

In an almost eternal and endless cycle, the tragedy that occurred in Night City actually played out countless times.

The cycles that Christina went through were nothing more than a drop in the bucket for the total number of cycles that were almost immeasurable.

In that near-eternal cycle, countless people desperately live in this doomed world, trying to leave traces of their existence.

All sacrifices, all devotion, all unwillingness, all pain and suffering, all emotions and knowledge, personality and self, will eventually sink into the deep sea of the origin of consciousness with the death of the subject, and become part of the sea of collective unconscious, returning to the source, regardless of each other.

That's how it should be.

But the infinite loop of virtual time will not let them rest in peace.

After each death, their 'self' will sink into the deepest part of the individual unconscious, waiting there for the day when it will disintegrate and return to the sea of the collective unconscious, but as the abandoned history comes to an end, their time will be reset to the historical node of the virtual time, and they will start over, and they will form a new personality without knowing anything, and live a life that may be somewhat similar.

Everything about the previous generation of 'self' will fall into the depths of the individual's unconscious, whether it is experience, emotion, unwillingness, or self, and will be deposited there as waste waiting for the day when it will be completely decomposed, digested, and returned to the deep sea.

It's just that at this moment, under the influence of the spiritual plague spreading everywhere, these magma that can only surge under the undercurrent of the stratum have finally waited for the day when they erupt.

Sure enough, these people have already experienced this point in Night City more than once.

Wu Ming refreshed a large amount of data in front of him, all of which were fed back from the wearers who wore the light rings on the front line, and the data on it faithfully reflected the reaction of each wearer, and the most eye-catching was the energy column.

That's a row of astronomical numbers.

The total amount of emotional energy fuel is not right, even the energy that negative fuel can provide far exceeds the total value that a person normally accumulates in a lifetime, this order of magnitude is more like thousands or even tens of thousands of years of accumulation

Combined with the memories that Wu Ming saw when he dived into the depths of others, as well as those different selves that were almost multiple personalities, he could already determine that it was the circular mechanism of discarded history that had an impact on him.

This time, Elizabeth's rare brain circuit channel and Wu Ming were on the same channel, and the blue-haired girl standing on the side frowned slightly, and her beautiful face showed a little sadness: Falling into the cycle of infinite reincarnation but unable to get liberation But why do you want to do such a cruel thing

Her words made Wu Ming fall into deep thought, the latter quietly looked at the countless data brushed in front of him, and his mind couldn't help but think of the few times he talked to the director about the information of abandoned history, he subconsciously summoned a bottle of Coke, sipped it and said in a deep voice: As long as the world cannot be saved, there is an infinite possibility of starting over

Before, when he just listened to the director's dictation of things related to virtual time, Wu Ming didn't have a real sense of the detachment from the abandoned history, after all, the world he handled was also smoothly transcended.

He was a little unimpressed by the difficulty of discarding history and grasping hope to escape from virtual time, thinking that it was nothing more than that, but after seeing the scene in Acha's heart, he changed his perception.

There are countless kat discarded there&ash;&ash; maybe each of them is just a waste product after the cycle ends, but to put it another way, every kat discarded there was once a person who tried his best to survive in this doomed pill world

Ah Cha is just a microcosm, apart from him, the people of Night City, and even the entire earth that are still tenaciously surviving, are trying their best to live, fighting against this cruel world all the time, trying to find a bright future on their own.

The weight of this sentence is truly heavy

Before the words fell, Elizabeth on the side suddenly moved, and then she opened her mouth wide as if an exclamation mark suddenly rose on her head, pulled Wu Ming's sleeve, and said very quickly: Big brother, big brother! Your son has reached me!

Burst! Wu Ming almost squirted out the Coke that had just drunk in his mouth, and while coughing, he wiped his mouth and asked: The spiritual link has been restored?! What's going on with the Institution Incarnation?

I'll help you connect him. Elizabeth was busy with great interest, her hands swiping across the void, and a connection line that could not be seen or touched, but actually existed, was gradually erected under the busy work of the girl.

With an inexplicable noise coming from the spiritual level, Wu Ming felt that there was a new consciousness connected to his spiritual link, and when this familiar connection port was established, he immediately felt a consciousness coming from the other side.

Father! I miss you!