It is a silence deeper than sleep.
On the screen, the chaotic lines that originally represented brain waves now became neat and uniform, which was some kind of creepy low-frequency rhythm.
Not waves, but straight lines that were flattened, occasionally beating neatly, and the frequency completely coincided with the heart of the huge piece of meat in the culture tank.
"This is not a dream." Chiyo Saori's fingers quickly tapped the keyboard to bring up a thermal imaging comparison picture. "The active areas of their cerebral cortex are completely silent. Only the limbic system, the area that controls primitive fear and attachment, is frighteningly bright. They are 'listening'."
She paused, pushed up her glasses, and there was an unconcealable chill in her voice. "That thing is broadcasting. Although it has not yet grown vocal cords, it is using itself as the center of the circle, projecting a certain sense of 'presence' to the individuals carrying its genetic fragments. This is a biological distress signal, or... a summons."
Uchiha Xuan walked to the huge bulletproof glass.
The huge embryo soaked in the green solution was beating silently.
Every time he contracts, the brain waves on the 120 monitor screens in the laboratory will jump synchronously.
"Maternal body effect." Xuan looked at the ugly piece of flesh with a playful smile on his lips, "It wants to be a mother and wants to tie these scattered children back to its side."
Chiyo has already mobilized the inhibitor nozzles at this time. "It is recommended to increase the dose of nerve blockers immediately, or directly cut off the physical conduction of the auditory nerve. Once this subconscious grouping behavior forms a group resonance, it will be difficult to control."
"Why cut off?"
Xuan turned around and turned off the main valve of the inhibitor. "What a good instinct. It is the instinct of the sheep to find the leader, and the instinct of the believers to find the idol. The reason why it is dangerous is because they worship the wrong god."
He raised his hand, and a dark data stream appeared in his palm, which was the core code of the system.
"Since they want to dream, let them create a system and take over the spiritual channel."
The moment the order was given, a huge burst of chakra violently rushed along the laboratory pipeline and into the embryo that was being "broadcasted".
The originally gentle rhythm of the brain waves suddenly became sharp.
"Inject the 'Divine Punishment' module. Cover the original signal." Xuan's eyes were as cold as ice, "Create a world where they can only see me."
In the abyss of consciousness, there is no light.
Codename C-11 felt himself falling.
Surrounded by a thick, rust-smelling red sea.
He looked down and saw that in the abyss beneath his feet, countless distorted faces were wailing. They were discarded defective products. Countless pale hands stretched out from the sea of blood, trying to grab his ankles and drag him into the eternal darkness.
Fear flooded him like a tide.
Just when he was about to suffocate, he instinctively raised his head.
Above, above the very high clouds, stood a dark figure.
The figure's back was facing the endless void, its eyes were like two blood moons, and it was looking down at everything indifferently.
No words, no actions, just watching.
But the moment he saw those eyes, C-11 felt an unprecedented sense of peace.
The pulling feeling under his feet disappeared, and the smell of blood around him faded away, as if as long as he was under that gaze, he was safe and allowed to exist.
He tried to turn his head and look elsewhere - maybe there was a road on the side? Maybe it was a different color?
As soon as the thought came up, my neck turned stiffly.
The surrounding space collapsed instantly, and invisible pressure squeezed into the middle like two iron walls.
The severe pain exploded instantly, as if all the bones in the body were crushed at this moment.
"Look at me."
That voice exploded directly in his brain.
C-11 screamed and turned his head back, staring at the figure in the clouds.
The pain disappeared instantly and the world returned to peace.
Only by watching can you survive.
Only by looking up can you be forgiven.
This extreme tug of life and death was repeated hundreds of times in just a few seconds.
Until this logic is stamped with a red-hot iron into the depths of the soul: except for that person, the world is hell.
"Bit--the spiritual link is broken."
In reality, C-11 suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the life support cabin.
There is no confusion after waking up, only huge panic, like mourning a heir.
He was trembling all over, his teeth were chattering, and his hands were scratching randomly in the air of this cold reality, like a drowning man trying to grasp the only straw.
The air of the real world made him feel suffocated. Without that gaze, he felt like an abandoned piece of rotten meat.
It's not just him.
In the entire hall, hundreds of newborn babies all let out low murmurs at the same time, like wild beast cubs getting lost.
That is a withdrawal reaction, an addictive dependence on "God".
Xuan Ling's voice sounded on the radio at the right time.
"From today on, the 'Grace' system will be implemented."
Everyone's movements stopped for a moment, their ears stood up, and they stared at the loudspeaker.
"Only those who have completed all training indicators and have no violation records will be granted ten minutes of 'deep meditation' permission every night."
The sound paused for a second, as if the devil had thrown out a bait.
"Meditation content: The sound of my heartbeat."
There was a deathly silence in the hall, and then, a frenzy that was visible to the naked eye broke out.
That kind of look is no longer pure obedience, but a kind of ferocity that can bite the throats of the same kind in order to fight for that bone.
Since "God's" attention is limited, competition begins.
Only three days have passed.
The internal ecology has undergone drastic changes. The team-building that might have existed completely collapsed.
"C-09 paused for three seconds while wiping his weapon. He was distracted!"
"A-04 violated the code of digestive efficiency by not chewing twenty times while eating!"
Reporting is no longer to claim credit, but to squeeze out competitors and monopolize the right to fall asleep listening to "Heartbeat of God" for ten minutes.
Every small mistake is magnified infinitely, and everyone is each other's jailer.
Late at night at the end of the seventh round of testing.
There was only a faint red light flickering in the dormitory area.
The vast majority of people are in a light sleep controlled by drugs, and no one dares to move for fear of losing their qualifications.
In the corner, a thin boy suddenly sat up straight.
He was the only eliminated today. Because he hesitated for a moment against a "civilian" puppet during the simulated battle, he was deprived of the right to meditate for three days.
This feeling of emptiness of being abandoned by God made him collapse.
His eyes were dull and his pupils were dilated. He opened his mouth as if he was sleepwalking, and murmured hoarsely in his throat, "The red sea... is too crowded... I want to see... something else..."
"I want... to see the flowers..."
The word "" has not yet come out of my vocal cords.
In the darkness, hundreds of pairs of eyes opened at the same time.
No discussion, no hesitation.
More than a hundred mouths in the entire dormitory area, at the same time, shouted in a low voice using the same synthesized tone without any fluctuation:
"You shouldn't think so!"
The sound was as neat as a heavy hammer hitting a steel plate.
The next second, the boy who was trying to "look at the flowers" clutched his chest and fell down.
The Fire Seal on his chest suddenly lit up with a dazzling red light. It was the will of his companions that triggered some kind of collective resonance punishment mechanism.
The high temperature instantly burned through his flesh, but he couldn't even scream because the collective mental oppression had already destroyed his consciousness.
He fainted from convulsions.
Darkness enveloped the dormitory again.
Everyone closed their eyes again and lay down neatly, as if what just happened never happened.
In the control room.
The system's cold prompt sounded, "The germination rate of independent ideas has dropped to 0.03%. The groupthink firewall has been constructed."
Xuan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, looking at the silent fortress beneath his feet.
Behind him, the huge genetic embryo was slowly turning in the solution.
The huge one eye that had always been blurry was fully opened for the first time.
It no longer looked around, but slowly moved its eyes, finally settling on Xuan's back.
The face of Uchiha Xuan was clearly reflected in that huge pupil.
It recognized its master.
The monitoring log shows that since the last incident in Chapter 221, the deep energy pipelines of the fortress have begun to experience extremely subtle non-physical tremors. Some kind of ancient will hidden in the flow of chakra is silently flowing upstream along the bodies of these transformed "new humans"...