Toba had not thought carefully about the course of action it should take.
In that brief moment, it may have wondered whether it should save Kimo. It could try to pull Kimo out of that twisted mess. Not impossible. For a moment it was certain that Kimo's face and hands were intact. He stared at it in horror, his hand reaching forward. Maybe it was a cry for help, maybe he just pushed it away. He was definitely going to regret this decision, for at that moment he looked like a man about to sink in a stinking ditch.
Then he really sank. In a turbid light wave. There were no screams or the smell of blood, so he might have simply fallen into an optical trap that could not be seen by the outside world, and was also thrown into another universe. But when Toba saw the twisted strands of gray on the light waves, it intuitively concluded that Kimo was dead. Gone forever from his sickening delusions of making amends.
It suddenly fled back. Instead of gliding, it splattered like an internal explosion. Several plaques crawled towards the door of the computing center from different directions, and another one rushed towards the dim and dark crossing. This is an instinctive strategy. It needs to induce the opponent to attack in the wrong direction, or at least understand how the opponent attacks. The visitor in the shadow stood there, motionless.
The plaque crawling towards the crossing disappeared immediately. When it comes close to the shadow of the visitor's feet, it disappears as if falling into a bottomless ditch. Fortunately it was not the Toba—not the part of the structure that held the most consciousness. It can only have one consciousness within a certain range because the gases that the hyphae use to replace neural electrical signals are easily disrupted. If the part that hides its true thinking structure is killed, it will definitely forget everything temporarily. Completely lose yourself, and then there will be nothing more. That monster was undoubtedly sent by the House of Ethics. "You should run away as soon as possible." - Such wise advice. Never mind the advice. Ji Xun is a beast with a weak head.
The lizard-headed visitor turned his attention to the door, where filth grew on the plaque closest to it. It was an indescribable phenomenon. fire? water? Light? Or some kind of chemical spray? Toba watches its enemies with every visible or hidden eye it has. It has also fought against things sent by the House of Ethics before. Yes. Together with Ji Xun, that mental sadist. They escaped the Chainsaw Legion when they first entered. It's really bad to turn the airflow and sound waves into sawtooths, not to mention the endless number of legions. But they still managed to do it. Ji Xun has a wonderful technique that can bring imagination back to the shackles of reality, although it cannot last for too long, and it can provide some additional investigation intelligence. They eventually figure out how the city works before the Chainsaw Legion catches them, and hide out in someone else's house.
It should feel lucky. Now it has just one to deal with. (What about the three that just ran past? It decided to ignore it for the time being.) It soon discovered the monster's secret to killing: seeing with its eyes. There was no special preparation, and it was impossible to tell what the thing consumed (physical strength? magic power? willpower?). Just watching. When he saw it, he killed him.
Yes, sight is the trick. Toba had noticed this by the time the third stray plaque was eliminated. It noticed it, but didn't know what it was about. So what was it that killed Kimo? Not fire. Not water. Not light. Unlike any spray or sonic weapon it knew of. Beyond that there is darkness. The darkness entrenched at the monster's feet. But if it doesn't try to escape to the crossing, the darkness doesn't seem to invade him actively.
The monster's eyes moved slowly. In the Endless City, his appearance cannot be said to be particularly surprising, but it is still ugly. Ugliness can be relative, a small range of values in a certain narrow aesthetic sense, but there is also a kind of overall ugliness. It feels scary, empty and incomplete. The scales on the lizard's face were all dull and rotten, like a dead head. Other parts of its body are completely unclear. The shadows seemed to suck away all the light around them. At the crossing there stood only a pillar of black smoke and a ferocious gap leading to the abyss.
Who are you? Toba asked in his mind. It reminds me that today is an anniversary. Damn tabletop tap dance duel anniversary. In a country with such comical festivals, in a country with such a history, the House of Ethics sent an ugly executioner more deadly than the chain saw army. No, it doesn't believe that this is the work of some cosmic monster. Such a vicious and vulgar joke only shows that the slicer created by the immortal is a piece of stinking shit.
It hid under the exposed foundation structure of the computing center, using the gaps in the piles to avoid the thing's gaze. This probably won't do much good, if the thing's sight has some sort of perspective, it will still be seen. To be on the safe side, it hid most of its body in the soil. Dive deep. It does this frequently in the House of Disaster, escaping carpet bombing and herbicide washes. Fortunately, it was safe and sound, and there were no strange distortions around it. The thing seemed to have let it go, or thought it was dead.
That thing. Toba could only call him this, because Ji Xun was not here, and they could not know where their opponents came from by observing the hidden history in the room - not to mention that it was not successful every time. There are so many choices.
Forget the title. It says to itself. It doesn't matter anymore. Kimo is dead. That thing killed Kimo. It has imagined many times how it would deal with the Immortals. After the problem of the splitter is solved, it will probably wake them all up and then start its real revenge. It hasn't figured out exactly how to do it, although it has rehearsed several wonderful shows in the pseudo-doctor's home. No, those are mainly artistic creations. Revenge should be more glorious and comfortable, without any need for artistry or performance, but should be just right for everyone. That's serious stuff. It often didn't bother to discuss this with Ji Xun, because the technology-obsessed person would just smile and say that they were solving the problem. Just like arithmetic problems within sixteen, most species can answer them by counting the ends of their limbs. All very simple objective answers. Whether you love these numbers or hate these numbers does not affect the correct answer.
Revenge is not like that. Tuba didn't have time to argue clearly with him. Revenge must be carried out with real feelings, not like a fool counting on his fingers. Only then can he be qualified to impose punishment. Only those who are angry because of being plundered will cry out and break the shackles and prisons. The perception of injustice must come from the hearts of the slaves, otherwise it is just a replacement for the seemingly impartial arithmetic nanny. No, it doesn't do that "problem-solving" thing. Revenge must be angry and appropriate. What is appropriate needs to be discussed again, but it will never be satisfied if the other party is killed by something that cannot be named.
Maybe it's too far to think about now. Ji Xun may never come back. The monster was undoubtedly looking for him. It will lose three revenge targets in one day - Ji Xunde is responsible for trapping it in Wei's house forever.
Now, even Toba himself is not out of danger yet. It was blocked at the door of the computing center, just like Jing Huang blocked the door of Wei's room. It might as well be said to have suffered the same fate. Any road can lead to the computing center, but there is only one way out. What's worse is that there is no rule restricting the other party from approaching.
The monster from the House of Ethics began to approach the door. Toba developed a very small eye and climbed to the side of the pile to observe quietly. The way that thing walked was really strenuous, as if a blind man who couldn't see the road was walking on a soft air mattress, one foot deeper and one foot shallower. The monster just walked to the door of the computing center.
"Ha, he's still the same." Toba heard a voice above his head say. The voice was lazy and low, and it was the leash cat hosting the banquet.
The immortal cat sits on top of the foundation piles. It was supposed to be very conspicuous, but the executor turned a blind eye to it and walked straight into the silent and dim corridor of the computing center. The immortal cat swung its tail and let out a long, curling sigh.
"I think Caimao and No. 2 are finished." it said. "The rude little thing is finished. So are the three who ran in just now. And your mother. Is that your mother? I just heard you That's what happened during the fight. You hate her! But it doesn't matter, because she's done too. You're done. I'm done. Everyone's done."
The immortal cat began to sing. Toba probed for a piece of plaque and let it swell to form a sound-producing structure.
"What do you know?" it asked.
"What what?" sang the Immortal Cat, "the executioner will not stop until he dies."
"He didn't attack you. "
"I'm immortal," said the immortal cat. "It's in my name. I'm a cat among cats. Can't you figure it out? As long as I think about it, it can't see me. The only thing it can't see is Unkillable. But there are exceptions. After all, I am not really immortal. Nothing is truly immortal, except for the comet spirit that comes and goes."
It took off its feathered hat and saluted devoutly into the void.
"I thought about reminding him just now." The immortal cat continued, "He ignored you. I thought maybe I should tell him that you were here, but I still didn't. It seemed to violate neutrality. And I and you There’s no grudge. You weren’t the one who messed up my game. I just hope that Rookie and that little guy get a good lesson. Alas! What a polite and kind bad guy No. 2 is! I still like him a little bit."
"Then why don't you save him?" Toba said coldly.
"We're not that close!" declared the Immortal Cat, "and it would be difficult. I mean there's no way. The Executor won't stop for anything until his wishes are fulfilled. "
"Wish?" Toba said, "What wish does that thing have?"
"End everything with my own hands." The immortal cat replied.
(End of chapter)
