20demayo Chapter 415 Endless Tide
Chapter 415 Endless Tide
Chapter 415 Endless Tide
The Seven of Hearts tore off a piece of the messenger's flesh and swallowed it eagerly without chewing.
The first thing he tasted was a dull, fishy smell and a leathery texture that was hard to chew. Then a strange force flowed down his esophagus, burning his stomach all the way.
The broken body was pulled back from the brink of death, the grotesque power distorted the life state of the Seven of Hearts, and the strange pollution pushed him into the abyss of loss of control.
Then more cracks appeared on the contaminated body, and more and more black smoke and dust poured out.
Although she was getting further away from [normal], the Seven of Hearts felt that she was getting closer to the truth of the [story].
After all, the soft stomach was not burned with a hole. The hot warm current began to rise from the abdomen, rushing straight into the cranial cavity, pulling the brain of the Seven of Hearts all the way upwards.
Up, up.
The spirit is moving upward, the mind is moving upward, and the body is moving upward.
Under the surging external force, life climbs upward in a distorted form, opening for the Seven of Hearts doors that were closed by divinity and extraordinaryness, and sending his thoughts to a greater realm.
At this moment, the blasphemer usurps the right to peek into the truth, but the curse of knowledge is unavoidable, bringing endless pollution upon the thief as punishment.
The Seven of Hearts devoured the chopped flesh of the messenger in big mouthfuls, and finally untied the obsidian dagger from the spear, biting and scratching it like a wild beast.
The struggle and roar of the messenger gradually weakened until they were inaudible, but the Seven of Hearts still did not give up the chopping.
The piece of flesh washed by the unknown divine power continuously provided the Seven of Hearts with twisted energy and pollution, causing his life level to rise while he was hopelessly sliding towards loss of control and madness.
The more he devoured flesh and blood, the more his soul ascended, the more taboos his thoughts became, and the more polluting his knowledge became. However, the distortion of this pollution actually pushed his soul to rise further.
Think, explore, and feel!
Rise up!
In the fragments of blood and flesh flowing, the Seven of Hearts suddenly felt that she had figured out a lot of things. The originally chaotic thoughts and realities were suddenly arranged and combined in a clear and easy-to-understand way in the rising level of life, piecing together answers that seemed to be able to be interpreted.
The Seven of Hearts understood something all of a sudden, or rather, he was constantly understanding something. But when he wanted to pour out these magnificent thoughts, he found that he couldn't say them out loud.
The numerous and complex answers converged into a majestic torrent, drowning the spirit of the Seven of Hearts. He stretched out his hand to grasp some concrete truth, but the answer slipped away from his hands.
Unknown and neglected details keep jumping out from this vast stream. All questions are answered, all mysteries are revealed, and it seems that all destinies and causes and effects in the world have become clearly visible.
The torrent of answers was too sticky, and the knowledge from high positions washed down the climbing soul, so that the Seven of Hearts' perception of the world began to distort. Blue, white, red, green, muffled, crisp, clear, and loud, the five senses began to melt like butter, and blend like colors, indistinguishable from each other.
Finally, the perceived real world could no longer support this chaotic fusion and began to gradually collapse, as his thoughts and understanding were quickly deconstructed and turned into densely intertwined colorful threads.
Therefore, everything in the world is woven together by [threads].
[Thread] connects everything, [Thread] outlines the soul, [Thread] weaves cause and effect.
[Line]...is the most fundamental and basic answer in this world!
“…Wrong…Wrong!
"It turns out that the world I understood has always been wrong...
"No……
"I'm right! I'm always right!!
"It's them! The vulgar people in the world have misunderstood!"
More and more things collapsed into dense threads in the perception of the Seven of Hearts. His worldview and cognitive system were completely shattered by the flood of answers in his mind. He was struggling to reshape the residue on the ground with mud and water.
But the distortion and sublimation of the soul has not stopped. Once Pandora's box is opened, there is no turning back.
There was no longer any concrete thing in the world of the Seven of Hearts. All the concepts he had understood collapsed and deconstructed into unspeakable "threads". Even light was assimilated in this world of threads, and the abyss of darkness completely swallowed him.
But the Seven of Hearts felt that even though her five senses had been completely deconstructed, her ascent had not stopped. She was like a spaceship moving away from the real world she once was familiar with at a terrifying speed, floating upward along with countless silk threads.
All the lines stretch out from the twisted weave and eventually turn into smooth parallel straight lines, extending infinitely to the top of the Seven of Hearts.
The crazy and twisted desire for knowledge drives the Seven of Hearts to swim upwards regardless of everything, heading towards the end of a myriad of threads.
What is at the end of those [lines]?
The surging enthusiasm was like the gunpowder in a pump, pulling the hand of the Seven of Hearts and stretching it towards that distant place.
...closer...closer...
...Closer!
A cold feeling suddenly filled the whole body of Red Heart Seven, and she felt as if she was drowning and couldn't breathe.
The great being from nowhere finally noticed the sneaking blasphemer and cast his gaze upon him.
Under this gaze, the Seven of Hearts felt that she was as naked as a baby. Her emotions and thoughts, as well as her past and future, all the threads of reincarnation and reciprocation that constituted her self were completely exposed in this gaze.
"...Interesting...You actually broke the story I wove..."
His words are like paint, dripping into the pool of spiritual water that has melted into the Seven of Hearts.
"...Then, as a reward, I might as well give you some small gifts..."
His voice was hoarse and rough, and his laughter was full of mockery and madness.
As soon as the words fell, a straight black line pierced through the right eye of the Seven of Hearts like a bullet. Before she could scream, an irresistible force dragged the Seven of Hearts down.
"...Follow me, this is the punishment for destruction and blasphemy... and then...
“…Before the next story comes, try your best to escape!
"Hahahahahaha..."
The intense fluctuations and pain turned the spiritual world of the Seven of Hearts into a complete mess.
As she fell rapidly, the Seven of Hearts felt that she was suddenly caught by something like a membrane. Under constant pressure, the membrane finally broke and turned into a pile of torn paper, and the Seven of Hearts broke out from the pile of paper.
...Where...is this...?
...I was thrown out of my original reality?
This is... outside the world!
The strong sense of crisis and desire to survive forced the Seven of Hearts to struggle again and swim violently towards the direction from which it had just come.
He was thrown into a world that he could not understand at all. The vast amount of information and knowledge washed over and squeezed his body like waves.
Huge, strange and twisted books surged wildly in the waves, their spines towering into the clouds, their pages endless, stretching their limbs ostentatiously in the tides outside the world.
The Seven of Hearts realized that these tides were not real tides, and these books were not real books. The so-called outside world was originally something that mortals like them in a certain world could not understand.
It's just that now, in this unknown existence, he can barely understand a few words, so these bits of existence appear before his eyes according to the logic that he understands.
In the Seven of Hearts' concept, the incomprehensible great power outside the world is an endless tide, and other worlds that are far away and out of reach are thick books. Therefore, these existences show some of their information to the Seven of Hearts in the form of tides and books.
But with just this little information, it is impossible to correctly understand these concepts, just as the Seven of Hearts cannot correctly interpret this information.
Since we cannot understand the movement of molecules, the whistling of the wind can only be the power of God; since we cannot understand the propagation of light, the sunlight can only be a gift from heaven.
They may not be books or tides, but in the cognition of the Seven of Hearts, they can only be books and tides, and cannot go any further.
...Not this one...Not this one...
The Seven of Hearts moved forward anxiously in the tide, but he could not find the book he had just dropped. He could feel that his existence was gradually collapsing and disintegrating in this [Virtual Tide of the World].
There isn't much time left for him.
Finally, the Seven of Hearts felt her neck being tightened, as if a thread was being twitched violently. Then, with a strong sense of suffocation and pain, the Seven of Hearts covered her neck and was suddenly pulled out of the world and back into the pile of papers.
The Seven of Hearts suddenly woke up from his dream. He suddenly sat up from the sticky pool of blood and breathed in big gulps of fresh air.
The feeling of suffocation and lack of oxygen quickly recovered, but his right eye and neck were still burning with pain, reminding him that what he had just experienced was not a dream.
He took out the terminal tremblingly. The iris of his right eye in the camera was completely black, and no lines or pupils could be seen. A black rope was tied into a knot around his neck, and the end disappeared thirty centimeters away, extending to the end of nothingness.
At hand was the mutilated body of God's messenger, no longer showing any signs of life.
The Seven of Hearts looked blankly at the corpse beside her, then looked at the screen that reflected her own face, her eyes blank for a few seconds.
Then he laughed.
First his shoulders twitched slightly, and then unbridled laughter filled the entire cave, and he began to hammer the gravel floor hard, laughing until he was out of breath and wanted to vomit his entire lungs.
Finally, the crazy laughter stopped.
“It’s a good story.”
He staggered to his feet, and with his bloody and wounded hands, he pretended to brush off the dust on his body and straighten his tattered clothes.
"Did you like this story?"
The Seven of Hearts turned to look at you.