Laying the Foundations of the Supernatural and Recreating a Classic (Continued)
"Because you are too weak. You are too foolish to control a brain as intelligent as ours. And because you cannot give us what we want," the brain replied. "You are bound by too many things, and you willingly allow yourself to be bound by them. And that is why we are unwilling to acknowledge you."
"For example?" the visitor asked calmly.
"You like those girls, don't you? The one named Kal'tsit, the one named Persephone, the one named Yelena, the one named Talulah —you like them, you like their bodies and you like their souls. But why don't you possess them?"
"You should do this: pin them to the ground, tear off their clothes, possess them as you please, play with their bodies, manipulate their minds and souls—they are weak, their bodies cannot resist you, nor can their minds. Whatever they think now, they will become your devoted lovers, your faithful servants, with only you in their eyes and hearts—manipulating minds is not difficult, and when you're tired of them, you can discard them at will, or give them a new purpose. For example—"
Before he could finish speaking, another nerve cell interrupted him.
"Boring. What's the point of talking about love all the time? Aren't you dissatisfied with that world? Then smash it to pieces! Kill all the gods, kings, and all that nonsense. You like equality? You can make everyone absolutely equal. You feel you're not equal enough there? You can design an absolutely fair control mechanism and leave that continent. Even if you fail, it doesn't matter. Isn't it just the spiral of history? You can come back and do it again. If you don't succeed the first time, you can do it again, until the way the whole world operates meets your psychological needs—"
"Lowbrow taste." The third nerve cell descended from the flesh. "This weak, low-level civilization isn't worth your time. Why not strive to elevate your life form? Expand your scale, abandon this weak and useless human form. Swallow the entire continent until the planet becomes your flesh—that way, those boring, low-level desires born of electrical signals will be put to rest. Is there any love more enduring than becoming one? Is there any more egalitarian rule than becoming cellular flesh? You don't even need to worry about your pointless moral fastidiousness, or your self-imposed exile after you've done your bidding."
"You're the one being boring. Why bother with so much nonsense? Can't you just eat and have fun? You snatch what you like, possess beautiful women, destroy what you hate, and cherish what you love. You come when you're interested and leave when you're not. Does anyone think they can control you? Does anyone think they can dominate you? Do you really think you have to pay a price for the power you possess? Vulgar, boring, and just asking for trouble."
The nerve cells started arguing, and their quarrel attracted even more nerve cells to join the commotion. It was like a marketplace, like a farce. Each nerve cell voiced its own opinion, its own desire, and without a doubt, if they were in charge of this body, they would carry out everything they said to the very end.
The argument stopped abruptly in an instant.
All the nerve cells looked at the visitor and spoke in unison.
"We are brains, we are thoughts, and all we want is to do whatever we want! Each of us is a thought you once had, and you simply locked us here after creating our dreams!"
"Tell us, why do you restrict your power? Why do you restrict your desires? Why do you abide by those ridiculous, laughable moral orders that have absolutely no binding force on you—why do you follow rules created by others instead of creating your own? Why do you wrong us so much? Why do you wrong yourself so much?!"
The sound transformed into a tide, covering the sky and the earth, shrouding everything and sealing off all escape routes.
"Answer! State your reasons! If you can't convince us, get out of this body!"
They looked at the visitors, not expecting a win-win solution—no, there was. It was about the visitors yielding to them, allowing them to do as they pleased.
The visitor then looked up and gazed at each of them. He spoke slowly and deliberately.
"The answer is simple, and I've repeated it many times."
Her voice remained unchanged, and her appearance was the same.
"Because I Am Surtr, nothing more. I will restrain my behavior, I will allow myself to have humanity, and that is my proof of who I am."
"Then we are not Surtr! We are not you and we do not acknowledge you!" The brain's response rang out in unison. A tide of thoughts transformed into billions of mental blades, all piercing towards the visiting girl!
"Get out of this body! Get out of this world!"
But the next moment.
Ten thousand swords broke in unison!
A wisp of flame suddenly rose up, encircling the will of the visiting girl and forming an indestructible barrier!
"Laevateinn!"—All the nerve cells screamed and shrieked in unison.
The girl's will then lifted up the wisp of flame that appeared out of nowhere.
"This is Surtr's body. Since you are not Surtr, then you should be the ones to get out. Just as you don't need me, I don't need your continued existence either!"
The wall of flames suddenly exploded. From one to ten thousand, from ten thousand to infinity. A hundred billion nerve cells received the same fate.
They screamed in unison.
They cursed, accused, begged, roared, whispered, murmured, shouted, advised, groaned, cried out, and laughed bitterly.
"How foolish, how ridiculous!" "What do you think you're doing?" "It hurts! It hurts! Have mercy!" "You can't win!" "Tsk, what a farce." "Who isn't a joke?" "I want to go home..." "Do you think you've won?" "This will only result in mutual destruction." "Ah... ah..." "Why me..." "I knew it would be like this."
Their voices gradually faded, and their forms became indistinguishable as the flames burned.
In the end, only one sentence remained.
"You can run away once, you can run away twice, you can run away countless times. But there will always be a time when Laevateinn can't help you. There will always be a time when you have to face us, and you have to face yourself!"
They disappeared, and the fiery hues of Twilight took their place.
The visiting girl took control of her own body.
"I am Surtr, I was, I am, and I will be."
"I am not afraid of you, nor am I afraid of myself."
—So, why are you the "visitor" and not the "host"?
The flames vanished silently.
Or rather, fire filled everything.
Surtr opened her eyes. What came into view was a pair of pert orbs covered by high-quality black fabric.
She found herself lying on a pair of soft thighs, and a familiar voice came from beside her ear and directly above her.
"Welcome back, Miss Surtr." — A very gentle voice, light, obedient, and full of warmth.
She remembered the voice, she remembered the face of whoever possessed it—though she was now somewhat confused about everything, such as why she had been eating a late-night snack in Persephone's laboratory just a moment ago, and then suddenly found herself in the world of Dark Souls. She also remembered the rapidly blurring, chaotic dreamscape in her mind. Many questions, many unanswered questions. They filled her mind and body.
But this did not stop her from letting go of everything, reaching out and taking that snow-white, soft hand in hers.
"Yes, I'm back," she said.
Her hand froze in mid-air.
Because at the edge of her vision, in the corner of her eye, she saw a figure with short, light green hair, arms crossed, staring at her with an indifferent expression.
Kal'tsit.
Although I don't know what happened, it really is Kal'tsit who appeared here!
The Miss Lynx's ears were perked up, and her posture, eyes, and the way her arms were wrapped around herself all indicated that she was on high alert.
"It really is you, Surtr."
"Perhaps you can give me a reasonable explanation as to why I found myself in this nonsensical place the moment I opened my eyes?"
Kal'tsit's voice was as cold, distant, and suspicious as ever.
When those words came out of her thin lips, the Fire Keeper's brows furrowed beneath her silver eyepatch.
There might only be one section today, because I have something to do around 8:30 PM, so I might not have time to write the second section _(:з"∠)_