Volume Five: Return from the Other Shore, Chapter 472: Funeral Music Drama (2)
Space is distorted, the world is in turmoil, and the chaotic brain can no longer distinguish near from far, relying only on instincts etched into its bones to discern its surroundings. But how long can this so-called "instinct" be trusted? If I cannot find my own truth before my consciousness completely collapses, then I will have no choice but to self-destruct once again!
"You really worked hard!" "You lasted much longer this time!" "Keep it up!" "Dance with me even harder!" "Come find me, let me get closer to you!"...
Sound, sound, sound—all sorts of sounds coalesced, transcending the physical principle of sound production from the vibration of objects, transforming into a pure spiritual pressure that ravaged my consciousness! Women, women's shadows, women's illusions were everywhere—some were giant shadows floating in the sky, others were whispering sprites in my ear. Each one swayed constantly between reality and illusion, driving me mad! Shadows of all sizes drifted through this beautiful space, sometimes disappearing at the edge of sight, sometimes appearing right before my eyes. Only when they all merged into one did the true master of the stage reveal herself!
"Gotcha, darling!"
"Whispering sound--!!!"
The woman's hand brushed across my body, then climbed up my cheek; the warm, soft touch was intoxicating! Her hand gently caressed my cheek, and her lips, painted with vibrant lip gloss, came close to my ear, softly singing and murmuring, pouring her heavenly voice into my consciousness, further distorting my world!
No—if we do that—it will happen again—
"Blood Prison, unfold!!!!!"
Regaining consciousness at the last moment, the raging blood surged into the overwhelming space, shattering the countless floating Rococo-style castles like glass. In the cracks, copious amounts of blood flowed, causing destruction—no! The purpose was not destruction, but to use his own abilities, his own blood, and his own power to cover the distorted world once more, and to use it as a starting point for re-observation!
My head hurts so much, feels so heavy, and I'm so tired. The scariest thing is that all these seemingly uncomfortable feelings are actually so comfortable, so comfortable that I can't help but indulge in them... But no! After several attempts, I've realized that it's impossible to find the world I "originally knew." Since that's the case, I'll force myself to observe my own little world and force it back!
Half of this beautiful world has been eroded by bloodshed, but that's all... Well, that means I'm half awake now... though I can't say I'm "awake" yet.
This is a truly baffling situation.
Although all previous efforts had failed to cause her even the slightest harm, there were still gains.
At least, I finally figured out her abilities.
As she said.
Humans are ultimately sensory beings. The reality they perceive is simply the limited information transmitted by their senses, such as sight, hearing, and smell. This information constructs the world that people know, and sound is one of the most important components of it.
Since time immemorial, sound has been an integral part of human cognition, playing a crucial role in shaping our understanding of the world. It contributes to the construction of our ways of knowing the world, and the new common sense built upon these foundations bears its imprint.
To use an analogy, if the world as perceived by humankind is a tower constructed from information received through various senses, then sound is the brick and stone embedded in its many crucial parts.
Under these circumstances, removing or adding even a single brick called "sound" could drastically alter the tower, or even cause it to collapse entirely.
The world as perceived by humankind will be completely reconstructed.
The lady is an expert in this field.
Word Spirit, Mind Reading, brainwashing, control... all of these are secondary effects; neither Ling Ye nor Givinia recognized their true nature.
"To interfere with someone's perception of the world through sound, and to completely rewrite their reality"—this is the true value of the lady's power to control sound.
This is the pinnacle of psychic abilities.
That's the situation right now.
The world I knew was arbitrarily distorted by her, becoming a world of sunsets, drifting clouds, and countless floating castles scattered like stars—grotesque yet beautiful. But this was different from the illusions created by ordinary psychic abilities; this was not a false scene, but an absolute reality unique to me! She was wantonly distorting my perception of the world!
"How long are you going to keep running away? My dear Ye, even though I've distorted it, this is still the world you know! Don't try to escape!"
The lady sighed, rubbing her forehead. With each word she spoke, her beautiful voice twisted the world even more distorted! Even the Blood Prison Space I had painstakingly created was pushed back! With a gentle wave of her hand, all the doors and windows on the floating castles opened, the crackling sounds blending into a bizarre yet harmonious sonata—
"Still planning to use your Blood Prison Space as a refuge? Don't spoil my fun, Delusion Orchestra!"
"Hello!"
Countless men and women poured out of all the doors and windows of the castle, their movements perfectly synchronized and their appearances remarkably similar. They seemed to be a super-luxurious symphony orchestra, equipped with string instruments, mainly violins, wind instruments such as flutes, clarinets, and horns, percussion instruments such as gongs, drums, and triangles, and colorful instruments such as pianos, xylophones, and even pipe organs. Among them were also many strange and unusual instruments that were probably unique to this other world.
The world I live in now is a world distorted by Madam. By extension, they are beings that Madam has inserted into my perception, beings that can truly harm me in this distorted world.
If there's any limitation to her abilities, it's probably this.
Sound, on a spiritual level, can influence emotions, thoughts, and everything else. On a physical level, it is also an extremely terrifying weapon; her physical attack—sound waves—can even rival the Super Divine Spell of monsters. She is not only a master of the spiritual realm; it would be a grave mistake to imagine her as a weak woman with no physical strength! However, her physical attacks affect the macroscopic world—in other words, the world as perceived by all humans, not this distorted little world as I know it! Therefore, if she wanted to attack me in this little world, she would either directly distort the world to put immense pressure on my mind or create "soldiers."
My wife and I faced each other atop a crumbling castle. She commanded an immense orchestra of countless members, while behind me lay only a half-opened Blood Prison Space. With a seductive smile, she magically produced a baton engraved with golden patterns, raising it high with both hands—
"Omega No. 6 March!"
The conductor's baton swept down, tracing intricate paths! A torrent of sound instantly engulfed me, the calm before the storm vanished! The musician's fingers danced across the keys, the bow swiftly traversed the strings, the horn roared deafeningly, and all the performers in the world seemed to become one, a colossal beast that responded only to the conductor's commands!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"
Overwhelmed by the torrent of sound, I couldn't help but scream. At least half of my skin turned bloody, and my limbs were nearly gouged out, leaving only a thin layer of skin and nerves barely connecting them! These sounds were given "meaning"! This is one of the most practical abilities in the Lady's powers, giving sounds specific properties based on their content. As far as I know—a sorrowful tremor can melt flesh, a soaring explosion can set flesh ablaze or even cause it to burst, a sharp whistling sound can cut through objects... the list goes on and on!
Perhaps to outsiders, everything in this world is just an illusion created by Madam, but because this seemingly illusory world is my reality distorted by Madam, if I am hurt by her here, I will really die! Although I have more than enough lives, I now understand that once I am forced into a dead end, relying on self-destruction to revive and reconstruct my understanding of the world will not work! Such a passive response will never bring victory!
"The Serpent of Eden-- "
The Blood Prison Space that unfolded behind me emitted a terrifying crimson glow, from which a tsunami of blood surged forth. All the blood twisted and coalesced into shapes—countless giant snakes! Each snake was over a thousand meters long, a product somewhere between simple blood coagulation and a true Blood Beast. Though lacking the agility of Blood Beast, they excelled in sheer numbers and destructive power!
"Prison Snake Burial!!!"
At a command, the giant swarm of snakes roared and pounced on Lady Number's Delusion Orchestra! Each snarl opened, killing hundreds of musicians; each twist of their bodies pulverized thousands. But the sheer number of the opposing force was overwhelming! It was almost impossible to see any reduction with the naked eye! After a fierce battle, it was actually my swarm of snakes that was suppressed by the torrent of sound, their numbers greatly diminished! And the endless stream of musicians continued to approach, the countless floating castles appearing even more magnificent and enormous in my perception. I knew this was a harbinger of my reality being further distorted!
Further measures must be taken!
"Snake Molt!!"
A thick film of blood enveloped me tightly against my skin, then the membrane, which had taken my shape, automatically peeled away, revealing me completely healed.
--Then he and his wife faced each other face to face.
My vision was filled with overly beautiful faces.
The scent, a blend of mature woman's natural fragrance and high-end perfume, numbs the senses.
The lullaby she hummed was so beautiful.
It may be false in a broad sense, but in this distorted world, this is my reality.
"Got you ❤~"
"Gurgle--"
Before I could react, something warm and wet pressed against me. Breathing became difficult; saliva and a light lipstick flowed in, the taste so sweet it made me forget everything. My four lips were still rubbing against each other when a soft tongue pried open my teeth and slipped into my mouth, searching for my tongue, clumsily licking my gums...
... clumsy?
It was indeed a bit clumsy.
It was a kiss that resembled that of a naive young girl, quite different from her image as a glamorous and mature woman. Not to mention Haoyue, who could tie a cherry stem in knots with her tongue, even I was confident that I could surpass her in kissing skills.
Um... according to Givinia, she seems to have had some very bad memories from a long time ago, and as a result, she probably hasn't been intimate with anyone for the past two hundred years.
Just as my thoughts were beginning to become hazy, she and I broke up.
"..."
Slightly stunned, I faced her gentle laugh, a smile that was both alluring and slightly shy.
"Hehe~ How did it feel? If you think I'm too inexperienced, then I'm really sorry to have to admit it. I have to admit I'm a bit inexperienced in this area. It would be great if you could guide me~"
Is there anything more tempting in the world?
Hmm... probably not?
"That was a good kiss--"
If I fall again, my original world will truly be gone forever, so...
"--I choose to self-destruct."
Boom!!!!!!
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