Endless Debt

The light spear fell, the tentacles danced wildly, and the buildings collapsed one by one. Just when Bologg had no way to retreat, a safety door emerged from the broken wall. In the eye-catching green light, the safe passage opened to Bologg. .

"I knew it!"

Bologo shouted excitedly.

Freya succeeded. She really uploaded herself to the ruins area, but she didn't know what happened. The consciousness she uploaded was incomplete, leaving only the frail young version of Freya in front of her.

Think of Freya's difficult survival in the ruins area, plus the secret power she mentioned that can provide early warning.

That's not a secret power at all, it's one of the powers to control the ruins area.

"Flia!" Boluogo asked loudly, "You must have encountered many dangerous situations before. Is it true that every time you are in a desperate situation, a door like this will open!"

"Yes, yes," Freya closed her eyes in fear, letting the snake scale liquid float around her, "Didn't I tell you before? It's like there is a power in the dark. Helping me."

Boluogo dragged Freya towards the security door at high speed, and the roaring sound echoed.

"It's not some illusory power that helps you, but yourself!"

The dim light and security staff can mobilize the power of the ruined area, and so can Freya, but compared to them, it is difficult for Freya to actively control this power. She will only activate it passively when she is in a desperate situation.

Boluogo guessed that Freya's consciousness was diluted by the huge ruins. By analogy, it was like letting one person's consciousness control the administration of a city or a country.

The computing power of Freya's individual consciousness simply cannot support such a large consumption of computing power. Even if she can control the ruins area, the feedback of commands will be very sluggish, and the specific energy efficiency will be very weak. For this reason, only her own safety is really involved. At this time, her strength can barely show.

Comparing it, the others appear to be much more efficient. Since the computing power of an individual is not enough, then other people are added in. Each person's consciousness has been divided into different subdivisions and assumes different functions, becoming the master of this terrible machine. A screw, a gear.

Boluogo suspected that if Mamo could really connect to others before brain death, his consciousness would probably be used to maintain the sublimation furnace core. Relying on everyone's years of experience in life, these consciousness bodies do not even need training. You can take up the job.

"What am I thinking!"

Boluogo complained in his heart. In the extremely nervous situation, he unconsciously made a cold joke in his heart, and then accused the Bureau of Order of these fatal actions.

"Mamo! Mamo Payne, do you remember this name?" Bologo then asked.

Freya shook her head blankly, she had no memory of this name.

"Is it the loss caused by consciousness uploading?"

Boluogo deduced that he thought, forget it, don't embarrass Freya at this time. When he escapes to the void caking area, he will have plenty of time to torture this coward.

The scorching air flow rushed in, and the light spears all over the sky attacked Boluogo, piercing and breaking the ground. They followed Boluogo's figure, leaving a series of spear forests behind him. After a short delay, , the light spear exploded, and the pure ether set off turbulence, carrying the fragments and hitting Boluogo's body.

Bologg only felt a pain in his chest, and there was a fishy-sweet taste in his throat. The manic ether filled every place. As long as Bologg's ether spreads out of the body even slightly, he will be repelled by the strong ether. .

Usually in this kind of crisis situation, Bologo will release the protection and soul-sucking spirit. In front of the protection, these hostile ethers are like a buffet, allowing Bologo to devour and use them.

But after realizing the curse brought by the protection, Boluogo did not dare to activate the protection easily. Once he was controlled by paranoid jealousy and forced to do something, if it was just the thought of killing, it would be fine, but if it were some other , inadvertent ideas are enforced...

For example, just like the complaints in my heart and my thoughts about Mamo, would I try to kill Mamo out of paranoid thoughts?

Jealousy, terrible jealousy.

You must get what you want, and do what you want to do.

Whatever the means, no matter the cost.

Borogo calmly analyzed the nature of the curse, "irrational paranoia caused by jealousy."

"stay!"

The roaring sound came from the strange light group again. This time, the tentacles of dazzling light penetrated directly through the heads of the security personnel. They were controlled like marionettes. Excessive ether accumulated in their bodies, and the faceless heads His facial features actually appeared, and his eyes, mouth and nose overflowed with pure light.

Boluogo ignored the changes behind him and led Freya into the security door. He also closed the door thoughtfully.

The scorching temperature suddenly dropped, and the strange space entangled by the stairs came into view. With the sound of a heavy door closing behind him, Boluogo climbed over the stairs, dragged Freya, and slowly stopped.

Sitting on the steps, Bologg was breathing heavily, thinking hard while looking at Freya. She was sitting on the steps opposite Bologg, her body still wrapped in the snake scale liquid.

As time goes by, the cracks in her body are slowly healing, and they are not completely broken like a porcelain doll.

"me……"

Freya wanted to say something else, but she really seemed to know nothing and couldn't say anything in defense. In desperation, she looked like she was about to cry again.

Boluogo felt a little annoyed. It was the first time he met someone who cried easily, but it made sense when he thought about it. His broken and confused consciousness was hiding in the terrifying ruins area.

"Look at this."

Bologg threw the diary, along with the nameplate that Bologg took off the body. All these evidences prove that Freya is not an intern at all, but the product of uploading consciousness. Freya Bradley.

Freya sobbed softly and looked through the diary, the fear in her heart constantly amplifying... She was familiar with the handwriting on the diary, that was her handwriting.

Bologg could smell the fear emanating from Freya. He understood Freya's mood at this time. It was like one day, someone suddenly told Bologg that he was not a real life, but just a story. virtual characters in it.

Faced with this kind of thing, everyone will inevitably fall into self-existence doubt.

Not daring to rashly use protection to restore the ether, Boluogo could only use the most primitive way to absorb ether independently to restore his own ether. As for the potion containing the soul of Mang Yin, he stored it in Freya. Many were found indoors, but they were all destroyed in the previous battle.

After briefly reading it, Freya put down the diary, her eyes still full of disbelief.

"how could be?"

Freya tried to refute the facts. She tried to recall her childhood, but no matter how she recalled her memory, she could never get past a point.

After the shock of the Xilin invasion, she woke up in a mess. When I recall reaching this point, I find it difficult to move forward, as if there is nothing ahead.

"Nothing is impossible. There are many fatal things in this world."

Boluogo commented grimly that he must make Freya accept the reality quickly so that he can take the next step.

"You are Freya Bradley. After being trapped in the ruins area, you chose to upload your consciousness to the ruins area to extend your life. However, during the uploading process, your consciousness was inevitably lost, let alone you alone. Your consciousness cannot control such a huge ruin area, so you became like this."

Halfway through, Boluogo couldn't help but guess what the hazy light was. Compared with Freya, it was obvious that the hazy light was the master of the ruins area.

Freya shook her head, "No... Freya is dead."

"What are you talking about?" Bologg retorted, "Aren't you Freya?"

"If what is written in the diary is true and she really succeeds, I am...but not her."

Freya opened the diary and showed the last page to Bologg. There was a crooked handwriting written there, as if it was written by a person with his last strength before death.

"Consciousness can only be copied, not uploaded."

Boluogo was stunned, and then he belatedly remembered that he was used to using consciousness uploading to understand all this, but in fact, there is no so-called consciousness uploading.

To die is to die.

Even the countless consciousness bodies within the crowd are only copies of the consciousness of the living before brain death.

The real Freya died long ago, in the spire, but she continued in another way to appear in front of Boluogo.

Bologg stood up suddenly, and at the same time, there was a squeaking sound of metal friction. Bologg looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the safety door where the two came from was being slowly pushed open.

As Freya said, the void caking area is not completely safe, and it is still watched by the hazy light.

Tentacles of pure light stretched out from behind the crack in the door.