Latent Syndrome

Chapter 406 405. Real Man

This kind of confrontation.

It can no longer be called a battle, it is not a fight between cold weapons, there is not even any gunfire, everything is abstract and vague.

The dissolving Joseph whizzed by from all directions like the passing wind of fear, creating bizarre images, distortions and pathos of thousands of years or even more.

It formed an ultimate technique.

This art is not magic, nor is it a performer's card trick, but human enthusiasm that has been plundered and has no place to evaporate.

It was not a technique released by Joseph.

Rather, it is a kind of "charm" of the entire history.

As a result, for a long time, the exploration of metaphysics has been completely stopped, and everything has become metaphysical and more specific. Everything is just for practicality, and pure things and true insights have been lost.

When looking back at the entire history of the world, anything that can be called a theory or system represents its criticism of the established ideas that were popular at the time, thereby inventing a whole new set of explanatory languages.

People fall into a fetish of practicality and explanation.

Once upon a time people knew where the destination was, they just didn't have the means to get there.

Nowadays, people have a way to get there, but they have lost their purpose.

As a result, history cannot be freed from the control of phenomenology.

All ordinary people's desire to reach contact with the deep world, those obsessive obsessions, and the "skills" of building bridges with truth were all suspended by Joseph.

If Arnold is the destruction and fury of the entire ancient history of mankind.

So this is the sorrow and...resentment of the entire ancient history of mankind.

Like a nightmare, full of fear and unknown things.

The fetus being roasted on the witches' Sabbath, the ugly old woman looking in the mirror, the lake of blood haunted by fallen angels.

All the curses, the blasphemies, the lamentations.

All the hymns, the ecstasies, the cries, and the tears.

Formless and formless.

Just like the wind of thoughts, it poured into every gap in Di Biao's body, submerged into his nose, pierced his eyes, drilled through his eardrums, and slid against the inner wall of every pipe.

An idea, a form, a being.

The leaden muddy Styx poured into his brain.

Even if Di Yi tore open his skull and scooped it up with his hands, trying to get the unknown water out, they penetrated into the cortex, penetrated into the soul, and penetrated into Di Yi's consciousness.

Lure him into the depths of a great nightmare, struggling with his hands in the mud, like walking down endless steps without handrails.

This is everyone's common nightmare.

It is also the news broadcast in the picture tube television.

This is something Di Wei has seen countless times.

The physical world.

No reflection.

It will only solidify itself more and more until it completely eliminates human will.

Everything is just a shadow play of the undead caused by practicality, efficiency, and power.

Once you realize this.

You can no longer break free.

Di Wei is fighting against the sorrow and resentment of the dead throughout history.

And Di Wei already knew.

When Joseph's true nature is revealed, Dickon has already won.

No one can resist the whole of history.

Except Di Bong.

Because he started doing that a long time ago and was quite successful.

Whether it's self-destruction, killing, bombing, or terrorist attacks.

Even.

Doomsday, nuclear winter.

He's been following through on this.

On the empty throne of power, confronting the God of Cyberspace that does not exist, or may exist.

It was born in response to the calamity.

This world is your cradle and your trap.

If you find a way out of your limitations, it is a trap, and the thought of escaping from it will only strengthen the trap.

Don’t do what you want to do, do what you have been trained to do that is completely wrong or even disgusting.

A person is born with a mistake that takes a lifetime to correct.

And Di Wei is the top officer of the entire "revision" organization.

The worker bees can fly away and the drones can leave.

Only the queen bee is eternally enslaved.

Practical and interpretive historical narratives infiltrated by superstition, intervened, influenced, and manipulated by the god of cyberspace in a hidden way.

in this system.

The sum of all remainders.

Dickey.

A resolution must be made.

The wasteland is littered with the falling embers of nuclear winter.

It's like nothing happened.

Both of them stood there extremely calmly, as if all the confrontations had been completed in another world.

A trace of blood oozed from the corner of Joseph's mouth, but he wiped it away without leaving a trace.

"We are already outside number and existence."

"We have arrived at the most important connection point in the circle of all things."

"You are even so crazy..."

"Do you even have to disobey this kind of power?"

The reason why Joseph entered the SCT was because he wanted to have a glimpse of this final cycle and reach the root.

But the person in front of him was completely blind, and his purpose was not even to dismantle order and power.

Now he wants to destroy even the truth.

"No."

"My madness ended long ago."

"But you're right about one thing."

"I'm going to kill the guy hiding behind the agent like a coward."

For Di Wei, he no longer hesitated or wavered at all. He didn't even believe in the truth, just like what he did.

Only by leaving everything behind can we move on.

Only by dying can we live.

Only the disintegration of truth.

Only then can there be... true freedom.

For him...

Truth is the Throne of Power, the Cybergod behind everything, the Abyss of the Stars, the Primeval Chaos.

Only everything falls apart, the Patriarch of Patriarchs, the God of Gods.

Until the God of God.

All dead.

Then there was a break.

"To be at peace."

Di Wei continued to add.

Joseph clapped his hands feebly and lightly, as if cheering for something that didn't exist.

"I know your tricks, that weird organization of yours that all shave their hair short like you."

"This is called……"

"A real man?"

Even if Joseph has lived for thousands of years, he has never seen anyone who looks like Di Bo. Although some people just want to see everything burn, it is also driven by some kind of power.

But this man.

It seems to be just the fire that burns the whole chaos, itself.

"ah……"

"That's true, Joseph."

"That's true."

"I'm what everyone wants to be when I'm killing people, and I'm what everyone wants to be when I'm fucking those women."

"It's like this now."

"Kill someone like you..."

"Second-rate character."

"You're only second."

Di Wei stopped talking nonsense and didn't even bother to use the vision. He just walked straight towards Joseph and rolled up his sleeves.

In a real man's way.

Use this body carrying a great will to beat him to death.

It seems to be some kind of subtle tacit understanding.

Joseph also stopped using boring techniques and stretched his muscles.