Conversion
Deafeningly profound, with an echo that lingered, like a sudden enlightenment, as if one could ascend to immortality on the spot...
It was a rather wonderful sensation, as if my brain had turned to dough, being pulled and kneaded at will until every wrinkle was smoothed out. Bubbles even kept rising inside it, turning everything into something three-dimensional, like a honeycomb...
My own bootleg version really was far too crude. How could the true Gospel be described as a mere mental shock?
If the Seed of Ecstasy I encountered before had been a switch that opened the door to depravity, planting a bloodsucking vine deep in my will, then the Gospel I was hearing now was its polar opposite.
Wisdom, knowledge, mystery... They were impossible to decipher or describe, yet clearly concepts of a similar nature, being poured directly into me to help me "become a better version of myself."
The impact was real, but as the saying went, one had to break things down before building them up. It was a hammer that smashed through shackles, a mirror that revealed the self.
Only then could one realize what the true self was—and, in turn, become aware of the mother's warm embrace.
That was right. It all felt so natural.
Though I had weathered the raging storm and, by a stroke of luck, gained a deeper understanding of my own nature, what followed was a sense of intimacy toward the very source of that storm.
It was definitely not something as simple as being misled.
I was experiencing all of it entirely as the King of Prison Break. Although the other party's oppressive force was even more outrageous than that of the "Mycelial Emperor" before, Fu Qian was quite sure he hadn't been secretly corrupted. He had kept most