Latent Syndrome

Chapter 545 544. Correct Steps

Many people think.

Deep realm.

universe.

It is a tortured purgatory.

It's just for the purpose of torturing people, and everyone in it is a demon, torturing each other.

This statement is not unverifiable.

Because of the source of the time scale.

Aion is a prison.

In the middle of the highest level of the tower, there is a man who has been tortured countless times since the beginning of time.

Time starts here, flows to every place in the deep world, and then returns here.

When the nameless person entered the portal, crossed the blurred black and white desolation, killed several terrifying existences here, and the insignificant watchdog, climbed to the most well-known tower in the deep world.

The soil here is black and white and poor.

The sky here is extremely chaotic, and the colors cannot be seen clearly, only hazy and dark.

In the middle of this plane is a tall tower that is completely black. The Nameless Doe climbed to the top of the tower and saw the last place etched with the mark of his soul.

Countless people have been here before him, and Anonymous is not the first, but he doesn't know if he will be the last.

There is nothing at the top of the tower.

Anonymous is looking for a portal leading to the Sea of ​​Memories. According to Hugo, if there is a place that can lead to the Sea of ​​Memories, it must be the Tower of Eternity.

Anonymous has searched all over this plane, but has not found the portal, only here.

But there was no portal in front of him, only a chaotic gray mist, and there was a twisted and hunched figure vaguely behind the gray mist.

The figure screamed and howled in agony. Sometimes he held his head in his hands, and sometimes he even rolled on the ground. He repeated this over and over again, heart-breaking, and suffering an excruciating pain that no one else could know. The painful screams shook his heart and spleen. .

[This is obviously the correct step...]

[Obviously correct...]

The nameless person vaguely heard such a sound, but the sound seemed to have no source. He suspected that it was in the hazy gray fog, so he quickly moved forward to grab it.

But when the nameless person stretched out his hand, the mist dispersed, as if the tortured person was in another dimension and did not exist here.

The trance-like figure was still screaming.

"useless."

"He does not exist in the Deep."

"All we saw was his phantom."

"Welcome to visit the Aion again."

Something was playing in the top corner of the tower.

Anonymous followed the source of the sound and found that it was not a living thing, but a self-aware timing machine, a... wall clock hanging on the wall.

"You're just a piece of cake."

"Besides timing, do you really know what you're talking about?"

Anonymous mocked, because at this moment the minute hand of the wall clock was still moving crisply.

"Incomprehensible."

The wall clock plays.

Anonymous repeated it.

"What?"

"Don't you know what you are talking about?"

The system used by the wall clock to recognize speech seems to be somewhat malfunctioning, as if the person is deaf.

The nameless eyelids were twitching wildly, and he almost shouted and continued to mock.

"I will outlast you."

"Knew more than you."

"I know what I'm talking about."

"You are here for...the three thousandth time, Anonymous."

The next step is like the voice that comes with the system.

"I am a machine for calculating pain."

"The whole world is based on my scale."

"Every time someone in the gray fog experiences despair, my second hand will turn once."

"I am also a pain machine."

"Whenever someone feels the rotation of time, I will take away a portion of that person's pain and inflict it on the people in the gray mist accordingly."

The playback sound of the wall clock is the default neutral sound that can be heard everywhere, but it just feels cold.

Anonymous glanced at the gray fog that existed in another dimension, including the rickety figure in it that was screaming and howling in extreme pain, and then looked at the wall clock that had nothing to do with life, its second hand was moving crisply.

Anonymous does not know whether it is accurate or not, but the entire Deep Realm is based on its scale.

It seemed that he had thought of something extremely terrible.

"Is it always like this?"

Anonymous asked the wall clock.

But the voice recognition function of the wall clock seems to be broken, and it only starts to play the default voice.

"I am a machine for calculating pain."

"The whole world is based on my scale."

"Every time someone in the gray fog experiences despair, my second hand will turn once."

"I am also a pain machine."

"Whenever someone feels the rotation of time, I will take away a portion of that person's pain and inflict it on the people in the gray mist accordingly."

The wall clock is still running crisply, explaining to itself, as if it is just a tourist attraction prop, broadcasting this for everyone who has gone through all the hard work to get here.

Hear this.

Even the cold and unnamed person felt compassion. He didn't know what crime this man in the gray mist had committed to deserve such torture.

Jane Doe can't think of any charges.

"I'll get you out."

Anonymous used his best strength to disperse the gray fog without a trace, but it still couldn't change anything. The wall clock still kept ticking, just like what it was playing, that figure was in another dimension.

Part of the wall clock system was destroyed, and when they heard the noise, they thought it was someone coming again.

"I am a machine that calculates pain..."

Before it could finish speaking, the impatient Anonymous punched the wall clock.

However, this wall clock, like the gray fog, existed in another dimension. The Nameless One just destroyed the entire top of the tower, exposing the weird scenery of this absurd plane.

Looking down, I saw the soil intertwined with black and white, and the completely chaotic and hazy dark sky with no end in sight.

Nameless still hasn't found the portal to the Sea of ​​Memories.

"What crime did he commit?"

"To the point of suffering such a capital punishment?"

Anonymous asked the wall clock. At this time, it was hanging on nothingness and did not need a wall. It seemed that it would always be satisfied with being hung.

"I have no idea."

"As you said, I'm just a clock."

The wall clock plays.

"Do you know where the portal to the Sea of ​​Memories is?"

"Incomprehensible."

"Is this the third thousandth time I'm here?"

"Yes."

"What's the name of the person there?"

"Why don't you ask him yourself?"

The wall clock plays.

Anonymous knew that he shouldn't waste time with this wall clock. He was completely misled. Just because it didn't exist here didn't mean that he couldn't communicate with him. Since he could communicate with the wall clock, he must also include the people in this gray mist.

Maybe he was just in too much pain, so he ignored himself.

Anonymous continued to try to communicate with the figure.

But no matter what the nameless person said, the figure didn't respond.

[This is obviously the correct step. 】

[Obviously correct...]

Such words came from another dimension.

"The right steps..."

"What is it?"

Anonymous asked.

The figure finally responded.