"Narrow-minded! I am indeed still narrow-minded!"
Feng Xue looked at the model of the school in front of her and immediately realized that she had always known it, but always regarded it as a background setting——
In ancient times, ghost stories were once called gods.
Perhaps all along, because of the proper nouns such as [knowledge], [guarantor], [label], [element], [entry], etc., he subconsciously regarded "guarantor" and "god" as different things. , even if he later met Cain, God Seth or even the eldest lady of the Yuke family, he could not change his thinking.
But now, when the rule that "doing specific things at a specific time and in a specific place can condense [consciousness] to produce illusions" appeared, a term appeared in his mind involuntarily -
"ceremony".
The emergence of the word "ritual" finally broke the cognitive barrier in Feng Xue's mind, making him truly realize that ghost stories are essentially "gods".
The difference is actually just another way of saying it.
Replace [knowledge] with [faith].
Replace [Element] with [Divinity].
Replace [label] with [godhead].
Replace [entry] with [divine fire].
Faith gathers divinity, divinity condenses godhead, and godhead ignites divine fire. An extremely standard system of belief in gods emerged.
"It turns out that the answer has been revealed a long time ago. Is this the so-called intellectual disability?" Feng Xue touched his chin, but shook his head. In fact, it is meaningless to connect strange stories with belief in gods, or it is harmful, so abandon it. In terms of that sense of familiarity, compared to nouns such as godhead and divinity, the nouns of the [consciousness] system are actually more straightforward and easier to operate. It allows you to condense the godhead and allows you to label yourself. It is undoubtedly the latter. Easier to understand.
But as long as you connect the gods with ghost stories and replace the bad omens, the structure of this level is not difficult to understand.
If this bad omen is regarded as a "god", then everyone in the school is a "believer" of God. By performing "rituals", believers induce the power of God to come and "sanctify" items.
After the believers use the sanctified items, they will gather more power of faith. Later, the believers will sacrifice the holy objects with the power of faith to strengthen the power of God, thereby obtaining more divine power and sanctifying more. Many items.
"A perfect cycle, no wonder every character has to be recycled, because its essence is part of this ritual. Judging from the ghost king's ability to enslave the souls of players before, I am afraid that many of the students in this school are players who entered later. The ghosts they carry. In other words, most of the levels where there are notice boards are filled in by players.
“This game macro-controls every copy, whether it’s the notice board on the player’s platform, or the two systems of ghosts and insects, it’s essentially all about cultivating more [knowledge].
"Players of the ghost system have strong obsessions, while players of the insect system have huge desires, and no matter which system, they all have a strong will, which is undoubtedly the best material for producing [consciousness].
"The stepped structure of this world is also to condense cognition step by step, from ordinary people's caution and fear of ghosts, to players' collection and utilization of ghosts, and finally to the reverse output after becoming a 'ghost' , the cognition deepens step by step, and the [consciousness] is directed in the direction of the ghost through the general environment.
"The whole world is like a super-large ceremony. Through layers of selection and training, players who are strong enough are created and sacrificed. Finally, they become living sacrifices for each bad omen ceremony."
Feng Xue circled around the model. Although the whole logic was very smooth, and he even felt like "I have unlocked all the secrets of this world", he still felt that something was wrong.
After all, after spending so much effort and creating so many ominous sites, is the final conclusion really to create an ominous site similar to Infinite City?
In other words, the [consciousness] possessed by this model at the moment has far exceeded those super-large omens that exist in Infinite City, but it still has no signs of transforming into phantoms or strange stories. As for the resurrection of the senior , and there is not even a shadow.
"There is no problem with the plan itself, and no flaws can be found in the logic. Where is the problem? Time? Maybe, after all, I have not yet entered the time concept of the immortal species. Maybe the seniors in this world are also like the eldest lady of the Heke family. Restart Why are the world's most powerful people killing themselves out of boredom?"
Feng Xue murmured in his heart, but felt that thinking this way was too negative, because this thing was just like the pink fire-breathing dragon in the garage. It could not be falsified or confirmed. It was impossible for him to wait in this world for tens or hundreds of years to see it. Whether it can be done or not.
At this moment, Feng Xue finally realized the significance of sublight cruise in Tiangong. Even this kind of experiment that took hundreds of years could be basically completed by waiting for a year and a half.
"The problem is that the people over at the Tower of Babel can't afford to wait. Who knows if Qing Xingdeng will steal the city lord secretly." Feng Xue felt that she couldn't put her hope in Qing Xingdeng's competitive spirit, nor did she feel that She and her previous stories of more than a hundred stories will be waiting for her.
In fact, if Feng Xue before time travel, he should have chosen to act badly at this time. After all, even if there is a city lord in Infinite City, he may not be targeting himself.
Although Wu's life was short, it left a deep spiritual imprint on him. The profound feeling that there is no tomorrow but today makes him unable to put his hope in others.
Nothingness is the most uneasy life. Only by constantly climbing to higher places can we suppress the uneasiness about our own existence.
"People live for peace of mind."
Feng Xue narrowed her eyes and reached into her pocket to take out a pile of packing cloths twisted into the size of lychees. Although the storage pocket has entrance size restrictions, it has advantages that other storage props cannot match -
It has no capacity limit.
Therefore, after Feng Xue was "trash free", she often packed up all kinds of chicken and dog bits and pieces with packing cloth and stuffed them in, including some comedians' phantoms.
Pieces of useless debris were thrown into the sand table, and the greasy roots finally began to squirm slowly. In Feng Xue's field of vision, a large amount of energy would be injected into the phantom objects entangled in the roots. The mosaic data caused the structure of the illusion itself to collapse. After that, the tentacles only needed a little force to completely destroy the originally indestructible illusion.
When the illusion is destroyed, a large amount of data will overflow crazily, pouring into the mosaic data like a black cloud and becoming a part of it.
Seeing this situation, Feng Xue stopped her prodigal behavior of throwing away phantom objects, and instead took out another packing cloth. With a shake of her hand, a large number of black balls fell into the sand table.
Yes, black balls, Feng Xue has not stopped refining phantom objects since he got the golden finger, but most of them will disintegrate into this kind of black balls, which he calls "seeds of bad omen".
To put it bluntly, this thing is a collection of dirty data. It can only exist in a [knowledge]-rich environment like Infinite City, and it will directly volatilize in the real world.
Although the output is very high, this thing is of no use to him as a weirdo. As for using it to poison...
Even pig heads won’t eat this kind of thing!
However, because of its ominous effect in mass production, Feng Xue did not throw it away directly, but stored it in a packing cloth. If she encountered a ruthless character like the eldest daughter of the Ke family, this thing might work wonders.
And now, countless black balls were thrown onto the sand table by him.
(End of chapter)
