Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

Kraft quickly jumped out of his hiding place and rushed to the place where the heavy body fell to the ground.

There was no way to know what effect the "spell" just now had, but it was certain that there was no need to worry about counterattacks for at least a short period of time.

He broke into the realm of the spiritual body and felt that it was in a complete chaos, waving blindly like drowning, like a flock of sheep without a shepherd, and only maintaining a loose form by the collective unconscious.

Although it was still so huge that it was frightening, an invisible beast in the void, the sinister will that dominated it had disappeared, and it collapsed due to the disorder of the material body.

Even so, it was still not possible to hastily judge its death too early.

This was the most dangerous opponent Kraft knew. Before seeing the real body and making up for the absolutely fatal macro-level damage, he would never let go of his hanging heart.

Obviously, there was more than one person who thought so. The clanking sound of metal collisions followed closely behind, moving in the same direction without reservation, and the heavy breathing of the survivors could be heard through the wall.

Finally, they saw each other again at the other end of a passage, and also saw that "thing".

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Consciousness is rising, or sinking, in fact, you can no longer tell the difference between the two.

The previous concept of direction has become flat and cramped long ago, and like the flattened memories of the past, it has gradually faded. These concepts are of course still preserved in the mind, but among the piles of new papers, a light old manuscript is rarely noticed.

New senses bring new directions, like a slug crawling in the mud discovering a climbing pea vine.

Although consciousness cannot fully understand that dimension, the body and mind can already move in that non-existent direction without the need for flexion and extension of the limbs.

You call it "floating" and "sinking", you know that it actually has nothing to do with up and down, but there is a natural lack of appropriate reference methods in the low-level communication method created by low-level senses, and you have to use this communication method to explain it to them.

Needless to say, the difficulty is no different from asking a blind person to identify colors or a deaf person to understand music. The information is distorted and deformed in the process of transmission, and it is even more unrecognizable than the corrupt remains dissected by the worst novice.

Fortunately, you no longer have to be troubled by this problem, and you can devote more energy to more important things.

Academic research.

From a certain time point in your memory, the gushing inspiration can't stop emerging, and the high wall that stands tall, infinitely high and infinitely wide, blocking more than a dozen generations, collapses with a slight push.

Suddenly, the moonlight penetrates the fog called ignorance and illuminates the scene you have never seen before.

You look down at the puzzle that has troubled you for half your life, just like looking down at a flat drawing. Those church people like to give it sacredness, calling it the most outstanding work of the Heavenly Father, a perfect existence.

And you know that the sloppy design led to all kinds of strange and large and small faults during the operation, and often irreversible chain errors occurred, which ended the operation time that should have lasted for decades ahead of schedule.

The simple cage imprisons the soul in a narrow cell, subjecting it to terrible torture.

This torture will continue endlessly, repeating itself on one individual after another as the pathetic race multiplies, until one millennium after another, someone completely solves the bottomless puzzle called life, or there will never be a chance.

The more you understand, the more you realize that this cannot be solved through academic research that was like children's role-playing games in the past. Children can take apart a bug a hundred or a thousand times, but they will not understand how the thing actually works.

Personal life history is not worth mentioning in front of the puzzle, not to mention those religious people who always hinder great undertakings.

Yes, those people are smarter than you think, and they took some time to discover your fake death. This is not surprising, because you didn't plan to fool around with those temporary corpses for long. Thanks to the church's ban, it is already difficult to find a source, let alone find one with the right size and gender.

Their subsequent sharpness is a little surprising. But it's just a little bit. Looking back, maybe it was Kalman who did something. Your long-lost disciple finally wore out his determination in a remote place and lost the idea of ​​taking risks for the greater good.

To be honest, you were quite surprised when he pulled out the short blade made of black stone and tried to stop you. But it was obvious that he couldn't understand why you could see what was behind.

Since he did that, it was normal to have other ideas earlier. Fortunately, there will be no second thoughts between you now.

You had to throw out some insignificant people and let them cause some trouble for the trackers who followed them. Anyway, those guys who were so obsessed with just a glimpse of the superficial fur were not as good as Kalman, at least the latter understood what your real career was.

Career.

You chewed on this word, tasting the more complex taste than the deep layer. It runs through the life of that ordinary person, from babbling to taking over the burden of the academy, and then like every predecessor, he stopped at the high wall and could not make any progress.

And now, you have taken the first step in the right direction, the first step to completely erase the concept of disease.

Of course, the power of one person is far from enough, even if you add Kalman, all your followers, and the pioneers on this path, it is still not enough.

It takes more, countless individuals, to unite as one, to break through that boundary, return to the source of this power, return to it, the one that has always been haunting...

[Moonlight]

You don't know why you suddenly think so much. Your consciousness is like being thrown into a long gallery, browsing an exhibition with yourself as the theme. The more you look back, the more bizarre the works are, painted with fascinating psychedelic colors.

Disciples, colleagues, apprentices, followers, and a few unfamiliar faces follow you, lowering their heads and saying nothing.

They don't seem to be here. You instinctively feel that this should be your own space, but there seems to be nothing wrong. Every time you take a step forward, they also take a step forward exactly, with incredible coordination, as if they are puppets pulled by the same line.

You continue to move forward, and you are surprised to find that you can experience the feedback of each person's different shoes stepping on the thick carpet. Your vision is sometimes on yourself, and sometimes in the crowd, staring at the thread ends and tea stains under your feet.

The endless corridor suddenly ends in front of you, and a blank picture frame is hung in the middle of the wall at the end.

Your consciousness tries to reach out and touch it, but fails; you try to recall how you got here, but your memory is like a key that fell into the cracks of the wooden floor and disappeared.

The sound of hurried footsteps approaches. Someone is running, more than one person, and the sound sounds like the close contact between hard boot soles and gravel, not the quiet sound-absorbing thick carpet here.

You want to turn your head away in confusion, but your body does not respond to the command of your mind, and your vision is fixed in the picture frame in front of you.

At this moment of distraction, the blank space has been filled with color, outlining an image that should perhaps be described as perfect to the point of deformity.

Pale skin color, eight staggered lower limbs with four joints, supplemented by delicate and complex muscle groups for control, and the soles of the feet composed of three sets of keratin toes enable it to move stably and quickly on any surface.

Two sets of arteriovenous circulation networks constitute the supply of this motor system, ensuring that in the event of blockage or damage, collateral circulation and another set of maintenance needs can be used, and important large branches are protected under thick muscle bundles.

He also has a human upper body, and four upper limbs that are not restricted by shoulder joints can be freely rotated to the back, or it can be said that it does not have a real back at all.

Dozens of slender and flexible fingers fully utilize the space extended by the metacarpal bones, and each can only identify at least two structures that should be "thumbs", so that it can grasp anything in both positive and negative ways without obstacles.

The head has a circle of crystal cluster-like protruding stones as His pale crown, and the eyes surrounded by gemstones may come from the eyeless face on the chest and abdomen. They merge with each other, pushing the solidified ecstasy to a surreal peak.

Two rough weapons destroyed the painting. One passed through the eyeball and pierced into the upper cranial fossa occupied by a large number of visual pathways, where there are not many fatal structures counterintuitively.

The truly fatal one, slashing the face on the chest, penetrated through the only remaining gap between the ribs, pierced through the two temporarily stopped hearts, and passed through the intervertebral disc horizontally with the weight of the weight, and hit the spinal cord that was too enlarged to control this complex body.

His increasingly slow mind analyzed those faces. They were very familiar, and several names were on the tip of his tongue.

There was no more time. The exhibition was over, and the opaque black curtain fell, blocking all light.

You witnessed the end of an extraordinary work. Although it was not perfect, the theme of the painting was not bad for Him. No life could escape this ending.

[Death]

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"Is it dead?"

"Probably." Kraft stepped back and observed for a while, feeling that the spirit of this thing was rapidly declining, and it completely disappeared from his perception in just a few breaths.

He returned to the corpse, struggled to pull out the long sword that was bitten by the plate-like alien ribs, and stabbed it again at a different angle to ensure that the structure of the suspected new central system hidden in the chest cavity was completely cut off.

Rationally speaking, he didn't think it was possible for this thing to fight back.

Overactivation of the myocardial sodium-potassium pump should lead to high potassium and low sodium in the cells, causing a series of difficult situations such as loss of excitability, ectopic pacing, conduction block, atrial fibrillation, ventricular fibrillation, etc. that make the electrocardiogram room and the cardiology department scratch their bald scalp.

If it is a calcium disorder, the situation is even worse. It is hard to imagine what muscle can operate under abnormal calcium concentration. The result is also a shutdown.

The dual circulation system is invalidated from the root, not to mention the problems that may arise in other tissues.

However, emotionally, no matter how sophisticated the theoretical analysis is, it is not as reassuring as stabbing two more swords.

He couldn't wait to cut off his spiritual senses and let the crowded and oppressive world swallow up his consciousness.