The diary continued to write:
"What day is it today...I can't remember it, and the concept of time is slowly blurring. My life routine has deviated from its original track."
"I heard from the staff outside that the first jump was successful. As expected, we are not the only world community that was destroyed. Damn it, many communities have been destroyed."
“But I don’t have that anxious feeling.”
"Only then did I realize that my mentality had undergone a subtle change. Now I only care about myself."
"I don't know why, being locked in a mirror cage makes me more and more irritable."
"Originally, I was supposed to cooperate in completing various experiments, but my patience has declined uncontrollably, and my personality has become increasingly violent."
"I began to hate light because a ghost realm was created around my body..."
"I am like a fish, and the netherworld is like water. I can move freely in the water and move instantly."
"Light is like a hard rock. My activities in the light are severely restricted, and I even feel a sense of suffocation due to lack of oxygen."
"Researchers believe that this is a normal physiological phenomenon. I do not fully control this strong rule, but this rule in turn controls me, so it distorts my cognition."
"What we have to do now is take full control of this rule and be able to adjust it freely."
"Can we really do it? My cognition is slowly changing. Am I still the same person I used to be? Even what happened to my people, I began to be indifferent... I..."
…
In the next diary, the handwriting became obviously scrawled.
"I completed another light experiment today. I was like an animal in a cage, wailing in pain under the light!"
"Exhausted, I asked the researchers what the results were. They were silent, apparently thinking that I might become corrupted and lose my will."
"I developed a vague hatred for creatures that could live in the light."
"This hatred is growing day by day. Even if I carefully try to restrain it, it is difficult to overcome... Just like I naturally hate eating vegetables. No matter how I hypnotize myself, I just like eating meat, not vegetables!"
"No, no, no, I have to overcome it! Those people and those things were all what I loved and cherished in the past!"
"I have to tell them all my psychological changes!"
"Even if the experiment fails, I have to let them know and let them harvest the data and experience!!"
"So I told them the truth: My ideas have fundamentally changed. I want to turn them all into shadow creatures! This is a brand new evolutionary path that can allow us to reach the sky in one step and become the fifth type of civilization. That is the peak civilization! Even the sixth type of civilization that surpasses the peak civilization!"
"They...those scholars have developed a deep fear of my imagination and description."
"I smelled the smell called panic, and I felt that the thick panic was like fairy nectar and dew, extremely delicious."
"Maybe I'm right, maybe I'm wrong, who knows?"
After reading this, Zhang Ming held his breath, and even had a hint of admiration for this experimenter.
His willingness to describe his psychological changes is already an extremely valuable courage!
You know, after saying this, how much malice must be made in the compatriots?
Maybe, he will be executed in the next second!
No matter how rich you are during your lifetime, no matter how high your official position, and no matter how much contribution you make to civilization, just saying these words is equivalent to losing your life...
The pain is terrifying to think about.
At least, Zhang Ming may not have such courage.
…
The next handwriting was even more sloppy.
"What day is it today...I have completely lost the sense of time...(*Some strange words that cannot be deciphered)...I am not interested in most things, as if everything has nothing to do with me."
"I can only recall the distant past and find some fun..."
"I don't care what experiments they want. I try hard to control the wildly expanding malice in my heart, but it's only a matter of time before I get completely out of control, and I haven't explored any effective experience."
"Damn it! I wish I could turn them all into shadow creatures! Why do they treat me like this?!"
"...(followed by a long paragraph of curse words)"
Zhang Ming has some psychological shadow over this kind of diary that is depressed day by day.
The great terror of being unable to resist and not knowing who the enemy is.
It's really... overwhelming.
He could only sigh deeply, and then continued to read the diary with some empathy.
The following diary has been spent in a long-term tug-of-war. This spiritual limiter controlled by the dark rules spent most of his time cursing and getting angry. He began to hate the world and wanted to destroy everything.
I was awake only a small part of the time, wondering why I had this idea, and then writing a little experimental record in my diary to comfort myself that "it will definitely succeed."
But it's obvious that he himself doesn't believe in future success as his condition gets worse and worse.
Next in the diary: "Human will is worthless in the face of strong idealistic rules. My personal will is slowly collapsing."
"Only the will of the world uses the light emitted by the source of the world to protect my soul and restore my short-term sanity. This is also the most common way to become a transcendent... but it requires consuming too much source of the world! How can we afford it!"
"When I was sober, I felt like I should die immediately."
Zhang Ming swallowed, this method...how should I put it, even he himself has used it.
If hundreds of units of sources can create a conscious transcendent, it is acceptable for a civilization.
But the bad thing is that his own extraordinary achievements were a coincidence and difficult to replicate.
Then came the content of the last diary entry. The handwriting was very sloppy, and it started with a lot of customary curses.
"What day is it today... They didn't use the Source of the World on me... It's so uncomfortable... But I still regained some sense and recorded this information... I hope it can be useful to future generations... It's very sad, I'm like a rabies patient. A little light will drive me crazy and I want to kill the light source. But staying in a dark environment is extremely comfortable."
"I felt a call from somewhere... It was as if something was calling me and becoming one with it..."
(This is a lot of nonsense that I don’t know how to translate.)
"There were panic screams outside, what happened?"
"What?! Shadow beasts appeared inside our continent?!"
"How can it be!"
"I heard desperate sounds of panic, as if countless panics enveloped me. But I was extremely excited, and a strange desire was brewing in my heart... I gained the ability to swallow panic... The more panicked the lives around me, the more I The more powerful it becomes.”
"I'm going to kill those damn things!"
"I just want to transform my tribe into a rational shadow race, instead of being hunted by shadow beasts and transforming into an irrational species... Once this goal is completed, we will become the fifth type of civilization! But they don't Willing to let me out, damn it!”
…
…
"I, I, I... we have become the sixth type of civilization... the sixth type of civilization... It is black, white and gray-blue! The intervals are red!"
"You...you actually...all of you must die!!!"
What follows is illegible text, taking up more than half of the diary.
The owner of the diary fell into a state of madness, and all the sentences were incoherent.
It may be that he saw a large number of deaths among his people, which caused him to go crazy, or it may be that after incorporating strong rules, he was already mentally unstable.
But he still records a lot of information.
He wanted to leave this information to future generations.
What's even more sad is that no one can understand his words anymore, at least the current humans and snake people can't translate them at all.
"Maybe it's because of the contract he signed with Zhengqi Civilization, or maybe he has a little instinctive obsession that makes him guard the entrance and exit of the Mirror Corridor and attack all invading enemies."
However, his reason could no longer discern the extinction of the mother civilization.
He turned into a shadow beast, guarding the years and the place he was familiar with just like he did in the past.
Until he was killed by Zhang Ming.
A man with amazing talents and a will like steel ended up like this.
It's really...sad.
Zhang Ming was silent for a long time before letting out a long sigh: "So the monster I killed was a former spiritual limiter, and even a transcendent one..."
"No wonder this monster is so powerful."
"But the diary still doesn't explain how this civilization became extinct. We still need to continue digging for treasures, right?"
"That's true. The information currently obtained is still insufficient." Lao Wang on the screen said quickly, "But it doesn't require you to personally take action."
"On the one hand, running to the interior of the continent and fighting the shadow beasts is too dangerous."
"Maybe there are more powerful species."
There is a ready-made example in front of us, and humans will never dare to let Lao Zhang rush in to investigate.
If it is contaminated, and like the owner of the diary, its cognition undergoes serious changes, wouldn't it be immediately over? !
Anyway, no matter what aspect you consider, even if Zhang Ming wants to run in for excitement, the humans will definitely dissuade him.
Moreover, the information in this diary is indeed precious enough, fully describing the nature and abilities of the shadow beast.
How strong the light can cause restraint and damage, how thick the wall can block space jumps, etc. This information will be worth thousands of dollars in the war that may break out in the future!
(End of chapter)
