Chapter 620

They never tried to move again. Those non-human creatures ignored them.

At this moment, the door behind Adam was unscrewed, the sound of the handle turning and the door hinge rotating clearly audible.

Adam didn't dare to look back.

"This is impossible!" his last bit of reason insisted.

"It is indeed possible," another voice responded in his heart. "There are indeed evil forces that can overturn the world."

But such things shouldn't happen; someone is responsible for protecting the human world from such harm, and these guardians protect ordinary people who know nothing about it.

The guardians would prevent all this from happening from the beginning.

They would intervene in this situation early on.

There would always be heroes who step forward at the last moment.

But this last moment had ceased to exist a year ago.

"Ma Ma Liang!"

A familiar name broke through the blockade of memory and surfaced in Adam's mind.

Everything about her, everything between them, from meeting, knowing, and falling in love, to Ma Ma Liang forgetting him, and then to him being forced to forget Ma Ma Liang.

Everything, like a torrent, washed away the memory erasure surgery the Foundation had performed on him.

"No!"

"Help!" Adam shouted helplessly toward the empty street.

Then, a strong sense of weightlessness surged from his stomach, as if gravity had reversed, pushing him toward the waiting non-human hands.

They grabbed him tightly, arguing about whether to start the transformation with his eyes or his fingers.

Until the moment before it truly started, he was still thinking, hoping: maybe it won't be that bad.

Bai Bai Xuan and the others stood in front of the stone sculpture; the person who had the sculpture erected could basically be regarded as Dan Heng himself from his appearance.

Although Jing Jing Yuan explained that the images of past High Elders were similar, everyone still compared Dan Heng with the owner of the stone sculpture.

March 7th: "Although the General has explained it, I still want to ask, Dan Heng, do you really not have a brother from the same parents?"

"Stelle" nodded affirmatively: "Similar, very similar."

Dan Heng shook his head: "Just a slight resemblance."

Jing Jing Yuan stood aside, looking at the High Elder statue that had weathered the wind and vicissitudes, and a line of small characters was engraved on its base:

"For the revival of the Ambrosial Arbor, the evil invaders invaded, prayed to draw the water of the ancient sea to cover the Luofu, and suppress the mysterious roots. Engraved on stone to record it, to be a mirror for future generations, never move it without authorization..."

The past of seven hundred years ago surfaced before his eyes again.

With a slight emotion in his heart, his golden eyes looked toward the sky.

In the rumors related to the Abundance, some races of the Abundance have ferocious faces, which look a bit like the converted flesh monsters in the files.

As for the scene of swarming up and pressing Adam to the ground, it looked exactly like some legends of cannibalism.

If reality would gently respond to every heart, how could there still be injustice, despair, and sorrow in this world.

What is crowned with the name "reality" is not some metaphysical god, nor is it a collection that all supreme divinities can simply encompass; it is all things.

Responding to Adam's fantasy were the waving limbs of the monsters and the incomprehensible noisy words.

The non-human monsters are ruthless.

They pressed Adam to the ground, held down his arms, pried open his clenched fists, and exposed the index finger of his left hand.

And after doing all this, a creepy thought began to hit his heart violently, eager to invade his inner world.

It was a twisted and ferocious existence, unimaginably vast, its surface slippery and full of poison.

Adam had a feeling in the dark that as long as he couldn't guard his heart and let Him successfully invade, He would sweep everything and fill his heart with dirty mud and broken glass fragments.

He tried to drown him.

He intended to replace everything about him and occupy everything about him.

He had already occupied the whole world and replaced everyone around him; only he was holding on.

But such resistance was too weak, like opening one's arms to fight against nature when a tsunami arrives; the result was doomed early on.

Deep in Adam's consciousness, more black rectangles began to surge; they tried to replace the language he was familiar with and replace the names of things in his cognition.

His thinking was full of black rectangles...

Black rect█, █-colored rectangle, bl█ck rectangle, █?█ rectangle, bl█ck?█ shape, █?█?█ shape, ?██?█?█, ?██?█?█?██?█?█

At this moment, not only was his thinking occupied by ?black rectangles, but even in his field of vision, large areas of black squares appeared.

██, or ██, everywhere was ██, endless.

Those things were like bone-attached gangrene; no matter how Adam shook his head, struggled his body, blinked his eyes, or turned his eyeballs, they were steadily devouring the world seen by the violinist.

Get out of my head!

Adam was still struggling in vain, but his thinking had been blocked by black rectangles.

As if moved by his unyielding spirit, a monster with a twisted head temporarily let go, and then took out a chisel from some unknown part.

█?█?covered everything else█?█

?█?█?Yes, he said, yes, he threw away the door, █?█?

?█?█?The world is destroyed.

?█?█?Beautiful things, crush them, or bury them with filth. Find happy people and trample them█?█

?█?█We, drowned in the brilliance of ?, are driven by it█?█?

?█?█?They, trillions of them, or █?█?for the engine?█?█

?█?█?In the center of the city█?█?where people can eat and lock doors?█?█?Irreversible█?█?

?█?█Intact, watching, ██?this last piece of Adam Wheeler█?█

?█?█Start acting against what he knows is a chaotic thing. ?█??█?

?█?█??There is a beam of light there, a narrow, bright yellow sunlight, it follows, █?█??on the wall. ?█??█?

█?█?And then outside the city, █?█?

?█?█?Far from the core.

█?█?Some kind of rope unfolds behind him, a kind of invasion█?█?

A black slug fell from the corner of Adam's eye and withered into the asphalt.

?█?█?

Even the Foundation's light screen seemed to have been infected, with large areas of black rectangles covering it.

In the end, only part of the entire screen could be distinguished, and the rest looked no different from a damaged screen.

"What the hell...?"

"Such an eerie power, this isn't just the power of anti-memetics anymore; the infection of black rectangles should correspond to the realm of memes."

"Thanks, I've already intuitively felt the pressure brought by █?. If one day my eyes were full of these ghost symbols, I'm afraid I'd have to commit suicide early."

"People infected by 3125 become aggressive; is it caused by these symbols? When people can't think normally and can't communicate normally, won't they become very aggressive?"

"I summon black squares in attack position to attack your thinking."

"Is the black slug some kind of protection mechanism? Uh... the Foundation's technology is a bit too shocking; can't you change to something cool? For example, dropping gems, or shedding tears of blood?"

"Suggest going to Penacony, there's everything in dreams."

"So, why did that group of monsters use a chisel? It wasn't to kill Adam, so what was it for? To create an open wound, replace the black square, and form some special imagery?"

"How does this relate to the 'Fifth Starfish'? Just call it 'Lord of Doors,' 'Key of Doors,' or 'God of Ten Thousand Doors and Ten Thousand Keys'."

"Wait... I suddenly realized something outrageous. This file doesn't have an 'Administrator' coming out to punch, and Ma Ma Liang of the Anti-Memetics Department is also dead. Could it be that Adam is supposed to destroy 3125?"

"Adam: Huh? I fight 3125?"

"This depends on the situation, but it should be Adam; it's just a personal opinion."

"It should be Adam. If he can awaken from the pain of losing his wife and ascend to a supreme divinity, he should be able to have a fight with 3125."

What am I...

Eyes slowly opened, and the skin felt a hard and cold touch.

When Adam fully regained consciousness and his eyes became lively, he turned his neck left and right and found himself in a spacious and cold corridor.

How did this happen...