Instant Madness
It cannot be described by sight, hearing, or any human perception, rushing back along that fragile connection.
It was the color of shape, the tactile sensation of sound, the paradox of logic, the tangled mess of time and space... With just a glance, the barely maintained humanoid outline of his upper body began to fluctuate violently, transforming into some indescribable form.
A faint, indescribable light, seemingly encompassing all colors yet utterly Negation the concept of color, shone deep within his consciousness.
A mangled human finger emerged from Victor's completely transformed body, flailing through the air with spasmodic speed.
Each stroke draws upon complex, somber symbols, rapidly taking shape in the air. It appears to have a fixed structure, but upon closer inspection, each line subtly wriggles and changes, attempting to depict the outline of something indescribable, yet never quite achieving perfection.
The blank canvas bears Victor's inscription.
This is a poor imitation, full of misunderstandings and blasphemous simplifications; it is more of a desecration than an imitation.
--[Painting - Forgery]
It is absolutely unstable; its original material carrier is undergoing some unknowable transformation, and in a few seconds it will completely dissipate into an unknowable dimension...
"With this flawed masterpiece, let us celebrate the final act," Victor's voice was hoarse, carrying the weariness and excitement of completing a great work, "May madness... embrace every survivor equally!"
He swung his arm down.
Card effect activated!
Release [Fake Artwork]!
Victor, on the verge of utter madness and becoming a member of the Familia, found a final Spiritual Light.
Talent activated!
Return of Reason!
The "knowledge" he had just glimpsed, enough to drive any living being to eternal madness, was forgotten.
All the original anomalies—the slippery lower body, the writhing symbols, the folds of space, the terrifying whispers—vanished rapidly like the receding tide.
Even the [Anchor] that had been transformed by the Sacrifice reappeared on the altar after a violent spatial ripple, though its surface seemed to be covered with a greasy shadow.
Senior Investigator Victor, having reverted to human form, was soaked in some kind of slime, panting heavily as he knelt on one knee, his lips twitching with difficulty.
Senior Investigator Victor is back!
When that dark, twisted vessel—[Painting·Fake]—appeared without warning in the Void above the battlefield, no one realized what kind of being had descended.
The Xiantian martial artist, who had survived all sorts of attacks and even barely managed to protect the Sanctuary from the siege of hydrogen bombs, was frowning as he tried to dispel the deep Black Flames that clung to his body like a bone-deep infection.
The moment a warning arose in his heart, before he could even look up, a "gaze" that transcended his five senses and reached the level of his soul descended upon him.
It's not about "seeing," but about "being covered."
His soul, will, tempered body, and even his self-awareness... were all swept away by an incomprehensible and indescribable torrent of information.
There was no malice intended; it was a declaration of existence, forcibly inserting "things one shouldn't know" into his perceptual framework.
It was as if someone had slammed a red-hot iron hard onto reality. His vision remained unchanged, but the world he perceived was instantly shrouded in an indelible, greasy shadow.
Countless chaotic and self-contradictory fragments of "knowledge"—the meaningless proliferation of flesh and blood, the paradox of space and time, and the delusion of reason itself.
Like millions of cold, worm-like insects, they tried to burrow into every corner of his mind at the same time. What he heard was not sound, but the distorted resonance of the world itself groaning in pain.
"Indescribable..."
"Add some immediately..."
Above the glorious light of the Epic [Tinder], the [Painting - Fake] seemed to have partially disappeared into some indescribable dimension, and in an instant, an existence was declared.
But the declaration itself, and the thing it proclaims, are incomprehensible.
Su Luo could sense that some indescribable "gaze" was following this blasphemous symbol, sweeping across this area from a dimension beyond description and comprehension, seemingly without being there.
Su Luo felt as if her rationality and worldview were a piece of plank barely able to float in a raging sea.
Just seconds before, this plank of wood was on a magnificent, colossal ship, but in an instant, it collapsed, and the broken parts are about to sink into the unknown Ocean...
He felt his mental world, that intricately nested mental Cycle system, instantly stagnate and become chaotic, even beginning to generate strange structures that he could neither understand nor control.
The next instant, Su Luo's [Dawn Moon Robe (Perfect)] Shedding.
The pale gold patterns on the surface of the robe quickly became dull and murky, reaching their limit in a short time.
Su Luo caught a glimpse of Song Shige's condition out of the corner of her eye—it was even worse!
Unnatural bulges began to appear on his body, his skin became mottled and eerie, and the phantom of [Blood City] behind him was stained with a layer of filthy dark red, emitting unstable fluctuations.
Clearly, Song Shige suffered more severe direct Corrosion.
The robe could absorb Curses, and it may have identified this unknown attack as Curse, preventing Su Luo's body from undergoing an immediate transformation.
Amidst the excruciating pain of his body beginning to Mutation and his will being challenged, Song Shige keenly perceived that the magnificent light of the Epic -level [Tinder] seemed to have a slight weakening and repelling effect on the "Contamination" emanating from the Unspeakable thing above.
He poured the remaining tens of millions of fragments into the project without reservation. The Epic- level [Tinder] seemed to be injected with a powerful stimulant. The already brilliant flame suddenly surged, and the pillar of light became even more solid. The flowing phantom of the Epic within it seemed to Resonance loudly.
Then, his Chaos and crazed gaze met Su Luo's. Both of them were on the verge of madness, yet they remained remarkably calm before falling into the Abyss.
[The Tinder] bought less than a second of time.
Su Luo's panel information changes:
[You are under the "Tinder Radiance" state: All Attributes +125%, All elemental resistances +92%, greatly increased Divine Power recovery speed, greatly increased energy circulation efficiency, and significantly enhanced sanity resistance...]
A solution struggled to emerge in the instant before consciousness was about to be overwhelmed by the tidal wave.
It's not about adding points; simple numerical values are useless under this kind of power, and might even lead to mistakes due to an inability to adapt immediately.
Even multiplying it tenfold or a hundredfold would be of no use.
Sole objective: Block the process and reset the state!
There was no time for fear, no time for analysis. Su Luo's eyes, which had been nearly blurred by the frenzy, suddenly focused. Her Emotion Cycle under control, leaving only a resolute decision stripped of all other emotions.
His Divine Power surged forth in an unprecedentedly brutal manner, driven solely by speed—pre-detonation, sprint, and a dozen high-yield hydrogen bombs hurtled toward the center where he and Song Shige were located at insane speed!
At the same time, as the Black Flames flared and he was about to kill Guizishi, Su Luo realized that he had already committed suicide the moment the [Painting • Fake] appeared.