Chapter 376

Very good, this time has exceeded the time to restore bullets. If you can survive for 23 hours and then make up a few more shots, you can ensure that Jianzi will not be threatened by this thing during the entire dungeon activity.

Gao Hai smiled as he thought of this, and in the corridor inside the door, Kita Yuyo, who had lost her target of confrontation, was stunned for a moment, then staggered around, and seemed to be planning to leave this place.

"Miss, don't be in a hurry to leave, you may have dropped something."

Then Gao Hai shouted while quickly pulling out the blood key and using it to open the second door, connecting it to the door held by another clone chasing Evalist.

[……]

You can feel the abnormal breath spreading.

After Gao Hai opened a space door, and pulled out the key without closing this door and then opened other doors, he immediately felt that the space door that lost the blood key began to show abnormalities, and began to have a tendency to lose control.

It seems that this key cannot be pulled out at will, and the space door without a key may have some problems.

Of course, there is no need to consider this issue for the time being, because Kita Ikuyo directly passed through the open door in the next second, stepped straight through another door, and walked towards the old man who was still confused about the situation.

[Please... escape from me as much as possible...]

When the other party passed by Gao Hai, Gao Hai heard Kita's weak voice.

Then, the old man named Evalist let out a shrill howl. He used at least more than 10 obsessions in an instant, but none of them really worked.

This is a matter of course. After all, it is the third core of the illusion, a weird thing of [non-existent root]. Almost no obsession can work on such a core obsession. Unless you get a core obsession of the same level to fight against it, the player will only have a miserable death in front of such a thing.

Bang!

The head of the clone summoned by Goto Ichiri who was holding the door has been almost completely split open, and it has begun to transform from a guitar clone to a derivative of Kita Ikuyo's ghost story.

Just like in Fujika Junior High School, this weird thing that possessed Kita Ikuyo needs someone to [open the door] for it before it can execute the killing rules. Then, as long as it successfully [opens the door] once, it can bypass the [opening the door] restriction by transforming the door opener into its own derivative, and continue to expand its number through killing transformation.

In the dream of the Japanese military, this thing should turn all enemy troops into walking ghosts and undead soldiers that they can drive. However, according to the survey results of players who have explored this copy, this illusory third core has been completely out of control since the first day of its birth, and no one, including Sato, can control the behavior of this thing. Because it does not have the [root] in the traditional sense of ordinary weird things, its most critical controllability is equivalent to zero.

Now this thing did not kill Gao Hai who opened the door with the blood key, but only killed a clone summoned by Goto Ichiri, which is probably the last stubborn resistance of Kita Ikuyo's consciousness. But as this thing starts to produce derivatives, Kita Ikuyo's consciousness will inevitably dissipate quickly, and the weird thing will definitely become more brutal and terrifying.

So, there is only one chance.

Gao Hai took a step and followed Kita Ikuyo into the space gate and came behind her.

The blood-red field continued to expand, but it could not produce any reaction to Kita Ikuyo and Evalist who were in it.

The old man's cheeks were cracked, as if he was repeatedly cut by a blunt saw, sawing through the flesh and bones bit by bit, and penetrating deeper into the head bit by bit.

This torture, which was no different from torture, obviously lasted for a considerable period of time. The strong vitality of the Red Moon-level players and the protection of various obsessions greatly extended the survival time of this believer, and also greatly prolonged his pain. I don't know what he would think about this.

Another clone summoned by Goto Ichiri followed up and directly pounced on the clone that had been transformed to prevent it from disturbing Gao Hai.

Gao Hai himself had already caught up, holding a small pencil that looked inconspicuous in his hand.

He wanted to draw the core obsession.

He wanted to take advantage of the moment when the strange creature attacked Evalist and the moment when the obsession belonging to the third core appeared, and draw that thing with this pen.

There was a great possibility of failure in doing so, after all, this core obsession had a strong information isolation characteristic, which would block all external forces that tried to have an effect on it. But Gao Hai still felt it necessary to make such an attempt, not only because the mysterious obsession might break this barrier to a certain extent, but also because of his own strong perception second only to Miko, and a sense of adventure before the crisis.

So he walked forward directly in the next moment, walked in front of Kita Yuyo and the old man, and the distance between them was no more than 1 meter.

Click!

Gao Hai's head was almost cut in half at this moment.

The blessing of immortality stubbornly protected Gao Hai's vitality, allowing him to continue to move even when his brain was split open.

He reached out and grabbed the shoulder of the old man who was howling in pain.

He had sensed the existence of the obsession, and the hand holding the pen had already begun to paint on Gao Hai's own clothes.

With Gao Hai's other hand, he grabbed the object that had the same aura as the strange thing on Kita Ikuyo, took it out of the old man who could no longer control himself, and held it in his own hand.

Then, he looked down at the thing.

This thing, it turns out to be...

Chapter 79: The true nature and call of [The Strange Tale of Nothingness]

That's a teacher qualification certificate.

The shell has aged and is covered with mottled marks.

When opened, it was blank, with no personal information on it, no photos left, and no teacher qualification certificate to fill in each column.

It's like waiting for someone to fill in the missing content on this certificate.

It's like from the beginning, I didn't intend to fill in anything here, just to keep this thing blank.

Just like that illusory core obsession, it has no shape, no sound, no breath, no trace of its own existence.

Gao Hai's pupils dilated at this moment.

His clothes were covered with blood stains, and the pen using his blood as paint had already drawn a pattern on his clothes.

No, it's not so much a pattern as it is just a random splattering of paint. This time the cunning pen failed to show its strength.

However, this is the only thing it can depict.

For something that has no actual root and no tangible carrier, this pen can only describe it in this way.

And he himself has already felt what belongs to this [illusory thing].

…

[How do we imagine something that doesn’t exist? 】

Blank room.

[It looks different from anything we know]

Empty chairs.

[Its cognition cannot be the same as the world we understand]

There was a person sitting on one chair, but there was nothing on the other chair.

[A world that is completely different from ours in its fundamental form of existence, a truly unprecedented thing. How can we imagine and think about the way this thing exists, structure its appearance and interior, and make it turn from false to real? 】

Is he talking to himself?

[From the birth of civilization to the present, can the knowledge and power we have mastered and understood really support us to go such a long distance? To achieve this is equivalent to a miracle created by God? 】

Or is he talking to the empty chair?

[I cannot deny that this is a ridiculous idea, but if I want to deny this idea, if I want to terminate the exploration of this way forward, I and other people who are blinded by interests can only see what fools are in front of them. the difference? 】

[I have obviously come into contact with a world that I have never been in contact with. I have clearly reached that realm. If I still only pay attention to the things around me after surviving, I will still only pay attention to what I can see as a human being. ...No, no, no, no, I can’t be called alive at all.]

[So it’s time to make a choice: to be like everyone else, or to find something that can make me different]

…

[First of all, it cannot be a ghost story]

[The path of ghost stories has been verified many times, and it is completely unworkable. There must be real victims for ghost stories to work. Otherwise, no matter how much atmosphere is exaggerated, no matter how many people believe in the existence of this weird story, the result will only be something as illusory as Hayatachi Elementary School]

[So the first step must be to ensure that the internal logic of this thing is different from that of kaidan, and we cannot treat it with the idea of ​​​​creating kaidan]

There was a pencil drawing something on the paper, accompanied by the sound of someone mumbling to himself.

[Let’s conduct experiments with this new batch of “Eriko Asamoto” first. The number of Eriko produced this time is quite large, so it’s okay to pick out two or three as research subjects]

[So since the path of ghost stories cannot be taken, it means that in order to shape this thing, "fear" and "death" cannot be used as the foundation of its existence? No... This will conflict with the power of the monster... But wait, maybe that's not necessarily the case. After all, the essence of the monster is still "mechanized" and "selfless", and killing is just this thing after all. It’s just the external manifestation]

[If something does not exist, then the first priority is to ensure that someone will believe in its existence]

[In the spiritual realm, material reality is not necessarily reality, and thought is the foundation of everything. As long as you ensure that someone can believe in this "non-existent thing", then the next steps will be much easier]

[So, how to define the identity of this “non-existent thing”? 】

The pencil finally drew the image of a girl on the paper, an image that looked like an ordinary high school girl.

…

The sound started to get noisy.

The picture became more and more seriously distorted.

The sound of a gun being loaded.

The roar of gunfire.

There was also the sound of someone roaring and cursing.

A document fell on the ground. It can be seen that the original title of the document was [Record of the Exploration of the Third Type of Existence]. This title was crossed out and deleted, and the title was re-changed to [The Ultimate Weapon Plan of Unreal Fantasy Tales].

The smell of blood permeates the air.

The desperate wails of the soldiers and the cries of the students intertwined with each other.

Blurred images flashed one after another. The specific content could not be seen clearly, but it could be clearly felt that everything was heading towards failure, and everything was falling towards destruction.

Some people screamed loudly in hysterical fear, trying to continue to issue some orders.

Some people plunged into the darkness in fear and despair, and were separated from the real world.

Some people bowed their heads and sighed in front of the doomed death, helplessly preparing to meet their own fate, unwilling to continue to escape.

[Eriko Asamoto]

Wrote this name on the paper.

Snap---

Many names were crossed out on the paper.

Next to the name [Eriko Asamoto], many names were crossed out, as if someone had a problem with naming difficulties, and repeatedly tried to describe a certain name, but never succeeded.

Then, Gao Hai heard the other person's voice again.

[I failed in the end]

[Even with the help of the companion of Bydos, after so many in-depth experiments, I still failed in the end]

In the sigh, there seemed to be some strange breathing and chuckles.

[Sato entered Takamagahara. He always struggled to move forward with all his strength. Even if things were at a dead end, he still refused to give up]

[But he won't succeed this time, just like my failure now. From the moment we were blinded by this extraordinary power, failure was doomed]

The speaker smiled helplessly, and scattered footsteps began to be heard in the background. It seemed that something had discovered him and began to approach him.

[I think after I die, I will become part of the ghost story. I will become a nightmare that cannot end itself, just like this eternally recurring school. I have nothing to say about this. Compared to the evil I have done, this level of punishment is nothing.]

[But my experiment will not end here. Eriko will continue to be born and will continue to be sacrificed. Every year, new students will enter this hell, be devoured, and assimilated into it. And as long as there are living people participating in it, each cycle will still produce new changes.]

[In the years, decades, or even hundreds of years from now, as long as no one stops this crazy cycle, this school will continue to devour more lives and continue to repeat the experimental process that I can no longer record. And that perfect third existence may be created in this process.]

The man's voice began to be mixed with other voices, as if there was more than one person in the room, and something else was imitating the man's speech.

[As for this failed product... huh, is it too late to deal with it? Forget it, this one is already very mild compared to the failed products I dealt with before, so I'll just let it continue to exist.]

[It's a pity, I actually like this place called Ghost Story Club. Although it's just a child's game, I still have a lot of fun playing it.]

[Well, this is the end. I am Kenichi Etani. This is my last will and testament to this world.]

[As for you, just do whatever you want...]

The laughter of countless young men and women drowned out the man's voice in an instant. Bones were crushed, flesh and blood splattered, and the dull breathing became heavier and finally disappeared.

Then, some kind of power began to work.

Along with a cold and hoarse cough, a voice that was somewhat similar to the man's voice just now, but without any human emotions and feelings, sounded.

[Welcome to the Kaidansha radio show. Our new newspaper will be published soon on campus. I am Kenichi Etani]

[Today we are going to talk about a strange story about a non-existent fake thing that gradually becomes real]

[I hope you will like this new story...]

...

The blurred consciousness returned to clarity again.

Gao Hai could not describe the emotion he felt at this moment, which was transmitted from the pencil.

It was a flawed and incomplete thing.