Latent Syndrome

Chapter 456 455. Corpse Hunting Fever

"Does free will exist?"

"Or is everything just an illusion manipulated by fate?"

The firewood in the stove was being burned, making the crisp sound of small pieces of coke exploding from time to time, and a few sparks shooting out.

The wooden furnishings, walls and roofs in the inn are all made of unpainted logs, making the place full of medieval style.

On a wine table, two unknown beings sat opposite each other.

"Please stop your pretense."

Another being said.

"If there is free will, not dominated by all causes and effects."

"Then there is a free decision that transcends the causal chain. This free decision is not produced for any other reason, but such a decision cannot exist because nothing can happen without a reason."

"It just means there is no free will."

"But the reason why everything happens is itself caused by other reasons. If you continue to trace it back, you can only push it to infinity. In the end, you can only stop questioning arbitrarily. The infinite chain of cause and effect must be established on a free The decision is made.”

"There must also be a need for... the existence of free will."

Ignoring the other party's scolding, he continued to add.

"Can you shut the fuck up?"

The other being was already getting impatient.

"I just want to relieve your anxiety. You are too nervous for this plan."

"This chaos will not stop."

"In this absolutely spiritual world."

"If time is finite, it means that before the existence here, there is still a stage. Before this world did not exist, it was empty before the beginning, but empty time has no change, so our time must be It’s infinite.”

"Just as we will never reach true death."

A being underlines this concept.

In this deep realm of absolute spirituality, there is no death. Even if it is destroyed, the thoughts will only be decomposed. They will be condensed together over the long years, but they will be like a newborn, without any memory and only possessing a kind of transcendence. sexual cognitive abilities.

But in a sense, it is no different from death. All wandering spirits or unwilling resentments, any wandering soul that cannot be erased, will suffer in this eternal hell.

The other being just couldn't take it anymore.

“If time is infinite, then there must be an infinite past, and in order to get to the moment we are in now, there must be an infinite wait.”

"But an infinite wait is impossible."

"It's all fucking over."

"So get down to business quickly."

"We have too many enemies to kill."

After saying that, Da Shock glanced at the dead souls in other inns with extremely fierce eyes.

Because of the chaos that continues to erupt at the edge of the deep world, a terrifying will is immersing everything, thus affecting countless eras and universes.

Too many undead souls in the material world, or the projection world, with endless resentment were swallowed up by the chaos and their wills were shattered. After a long period of precipitation, they gradually gathered in various places in the deep world.

The number of dead is increasing, and the rate of immersion of the terrifying will is getting faster and faster. In the end, it may return to Taiyi and return to nothingness.

Although it doesn't sound good, all the wandering souls in the deep world are in a state of excitement. It seems that this is a completely wrong world.

Corpse hunting fever broke out in various places. They didn’t care whether they were destroyed or not. When they were tired, it was over. As long as they felt good at the end, they didn’t care about the original chaos.

The monetary system, the economy, always exists in the cluster of all structures.

In the case of maximizing the use of multiple resources and efficient allocation or trading, they will exist in the form of bonds.

In a completely desolate and hopeless physical world, they will appear in the form of weapons and bullets.

And in this absolutely spiritual world.

It is the soul that serves as currency,

In this absolutely spiritual world, the era of great corpse hunting has begun. Dreaming of getting rich overnight, or directly devouring souls, maybe becoming the master, this is just a way of saying it.

The names vary from place to place. Places full of martial virtues are called masters. Places with wild scrawls are simply called authority dogs. There are also some places with unclear meanings that believe that this kind of existence is like an idiot, and it can only mess up a third of an acre. Damn it, you have the ability to put down the trouble.

But all the references represent the same kind of existence, that is, extremely powerful dead souls. Because their will is too strong, they can even become part of the framework of the spiritual world and interfere with the affairs of the main material world to a certain extent.

But now that the disaster is invading, the connection between the material world and this place has become extremely weak. It is impossible to interfere at all, and we can only set up a stick locally.

Having said that, most dead souls long to become this kind of existence, and many people are still trying to find themselves in this hell, find their first memories, and who they are.

Electric power and big shocks also join the corpse hunt, eager to get rich.

Because apart from the basic concepts, all the remaining existences here are the souls of the dead. They don't care about the name at all. They can be as awesome as they are, as cool as they are, as mentally retarded or as speechless.

"Is it impossible to wait infinitely..."

"Natural concepts, spiritual concepts, logic."

"The shackles of three."

"It's amazing."

Electric power says so.

"Stop talking nonsense."

"Gotta invest in some more weapons."

"Even if you can't find it then, you can still snatch it from others."

Da Shock was a little anxious, and his expression was extremely cold. He wore six human head pendants on his waist, all of which were souls he had collected that had not yet been devoured.

Although the names are very random, many of the dead souls were not even human when they were alive. However, they were influenced by some primitive things, and their spiritual forms were also alienated under various disciplines. They are generally similar to human shapes, with the main frame of limbs, trunk and head. Other aspects are various.

"Okay, go to town and ask if there is a weapons store."

“I’ve recently become obsessed with cyberpunk.”

Electric power says so.

"What?"

"What did you say?"

Shocked and confused.

The souls found in the corpse hunting craze can also be processed by craftsmen, and various weapons can be produced based on the characteristics of this soul. Even the most rubbish quality is far more useful than the Chaos Blade.

The Chaos Blade is a kind of thing between a pen and a sword. It can be picked up everywhere. No one knows where it came from. It may be a basic concept, but it is also the most useless weapon.

No matter how strong a person's spirit is, he can use the Chaos Blade to burst out with equal power, but here, it is just like listening to what you say. If you don't have the time to do it, you might as well go straight to it.

"Forget it, you are a mental patient, I won't talk to you anymore."

"Sister."

"Bill, please."

The Great Shock took a human head and put it on the table as wine money. These wines are actually souls. Some extremely weak souls will be mixed together by the chef to become fine wine.

The two left the inn to find out if there was a weapons store. Before leaving, they took a shocked look at the people drinking here.

Every fanatic who licks blood from his knife edge longs for the soul to become nourishment on the journey of finding himself.

Finally find your own essence.

But no one has ever done it.