Necessary Preparations

"Demon graphic?"

Qin Yiguan stood on the wasteland, the ' Liquid Black Hole ' had been retracted.

Through the void projection, the God's Abandoned projected various images, all of which were different kinds of demons, including comic book versions, 3D models, movie screenshots, and even immersive holographic images.

"What are these things?"

It's not scary at all.

"It makes me sleepy, even though I'm currently 'sleeping'."

Qin Yiguan squinted. "In my mind, any crime scene committed by a psychopath is far more terrifying than this. Of course, that's from other people's perspectives; I'm numb to it all!"

God's Abandoned said, "Then I'll give you some rare, super-duper, and extremely terrifying pictures."

The next moment.

Before Qin Yiguan's eyes flashed images of various personal smart devices being dismantled, recycled, and crushed into scrap metal.

"..."

The boy sighed heavily. "How can I collect the demon images?"

Even if the [Gestalt Collapse] demonic transformation was completed by my subconscious, it still requires corresponding material.

That must have left a deep impression on me, and was full of detail and utterly terrifying!

now.

The boy suddenly remembered someone!

"Consciousness Tattoo?"

Five minutes later, the boy hung up the call with the Metaverse Know-It-All.

That sleazy man with the mustache is omniscient and all-knowing; for just a few hundred yuan, he can find out the information you want.

The Metaverse is not reality.

Especially in the Experimental Zone.

There are many incredible technologies here.

As a new user, Qin Yiguan was like a country bumpkin entering the city; there were always things that could overturn his expectations.

"To tattoo within one's consciousness using a unique technique?"

"It's not visible on the outside, but the pattern you get tattooed first appears in your vision, and then in your mind, overlapping with reality and becoming very real."

The boy recalled the examples given by Baixiaosheng.

A man with erotic tendencies tattooed a headless, naked woman into his mind. He then went out into the streets, and by simply matching the image to the tattoo, the body of every woman could be replaced...

Moreover, the woman tattooed has an exquisite figure and can perform certain specific movements.

Some people have also applied this technology to their work. For example, pilots of huge aircraft who need to deal with hundreds or thousands of control buttons on their own have the annotations of all the buttons tattooed in their minds.

Of course, some people who are deeply in love also use it.

By tattooing your deceased spouse in your mind, you can ensure they are always with you in your daily life.

If any students use this technology to cheat, then congratulations to them; those lovely math, physics, and chemistry knowledge will stay with them for life.

Simply put

This is an artificial imprint of consciousness.

Qin Yiguan returned directly to the city.

Searching through the streets and alleys.

finally.

He discovered a small, inconspicuous shop.

Hidden in the shadow of a huge tall building, the shop is a two-story standalone storefront. The entire exterior is painted white without any excessive decoration, except for a simple black letter above the door: "Wen".

Push open the door.

Touch the little bell next to it, and it makes a tinkling sound.

Deep inside the room.

A short-haired girl stood there, holding a glass of water, quietly watching the boy. She was the only one in the shop, probably the owner, but she didn't say anything when a customer came in; she just watched quietly.

Qin Yiguan watched quietly as well.

The girl had white hair, but not the gray of old age; it was an exquisitely pure white, slightly long, with the lower edge neatly trimmed to the level of her smooth chin.

Her eyes were large and long, with a faint red tinge in the Pupil.

She was about eighteen or nineteen years old, very tall, with excellent proportions. Her close-fitting white trousers accentuated her long, straight legs.

She wore a short, white, tight-fitting tank top, revealing her slender waist and a smooth, flat abdomen. On the side of her abdomen was a tattoo from the old era, a black pattern that meandered and coiled.

She wore a white hooded jacket draped over her shoulders.

She has an indescribable harmony about her appearance; she's unique and beautiful.

Her expression was somewhat calm, yet also somewhat cold.

It was as if she would never speak unless Qin Yiguan spoke.

Qin Yiguan tilted his head. "Consciousness Tattoo, is that allowed?"

The short-haired girl spoke calmly, her voice ethereal and pleasant, yet tinged with a hint of coldness, "Not necessarily."

uncertain?

Qin Yiguan remained uncomprehended.

The girl looked at Qin Yiguan with her very mysterious eyes, "What do you want to get tattooed?"

"Demon."

The boy answered truthfully.

"This is a good tattoo option."

A barely perceptible red glint flashed in the short-haired girl's eyes.

She pointed to a very precise and clean chair next to her, its design resembling the reclining chairs used by dentists in the old days.

"Lie there."

As the girl spoke, she took off her coat and placed it to one side, leaving only her tight-fitting vest underneath, revealing her fair shoulders and arms.

Her arms and the back of her shoulders were covered in old-fashioned tattoos, all black patterns that, like those on her waist, extended from her back and meandered around.

Qin Yiguan stared at them for a moment, but couldn't make out what the patterns were.

Perhaps the tattoo hidden on the girl's back is the true meaning of this design.

Those tattoos looked like they were embracing her from behind.

Qin Yiguan lay down on the recliner, with the girl standing beside her.

The girl's skin was flawless, with no visible pores even at such close range. Her features were exquisitely delicate, everything about her was just right, giving her a unique allure.

"The devil's words."

The girl spoke quietly, "Specifically referring to Western demonology, with Satan as its leader and seven demon kings under his command. Anyone else can't be called a demon."

Qin Yiguan nodded. "Satan is the strongest? Then let's go with Satan!"

But the girl gently shook her head. "Demons have their own system. Just like in the old days, those with weak fates couldn't get dragon tattoos; they couldn't suppress them and would only suffer harm instead."

You want the devil.

"Start from the bottom."

"The first one is called ERFT, which is called ' Silver-Winged Yaksha ' in Chinese. He is Satan's pet."

Qin Yiguan was slightly taken aback. "ERFT? Silver-Winged Yaksha? I've never heard of it before?"

The girl's eyes flickered. "Because no one truly understands the devil."

Qin Yiguan frowned.

So, the information available on the market is incomplete?

But do you, a young girl, know more about demons than the whole world?

This moment.

The girl took two high-tech-looking patches and gently placed them on Qin Yiguan's temples.

When one sees the spiderweb-like scar on Qin Yiguan's right temple.

The girl paused slightly, but then resumed her movements as usual.

Immediately, the girl took out two 'pens'.

Qin Yiguan squinted at the two pens. The pens had sharp tips and emitted a faint red laser light, making him feel that they could easily cut open his skull.

"Etc."

We haven't decided what to get tattooed yet.

Qin Yiguan said.

But then the short-haired girl adjusted the laser pointer in her hand and slowly said, "There's no room for negotiation. It has to be ' Silver-Winged Yaksha.' If your mind can handle it and you don't go crazy or break down, I can continue tattooing you with the Seven Great Demon Kings. If you can still handle it, I can tattoo you with Satan."

As he spoke.

The girl looked at Qin Yiguan; her eyes were large, clear, and truly beautiful.

"But I need to remind you, there was a customer who claimed to be Gang member with countless lives on his hands, but I only tattooed one eye of the Silver-Winged Yaksha on him, and he was terrified and plunged into Infinity horror."

He stormed out the door and fled.

"And I heard that he committed suicide less than 48 hours later because he couldn't bear it anymore."

Upon hearing this, Qin Yiguan's eyes lit up with anticipation, "It can actually scare people to death? That's wonderful!"

The short-haired girl also seemed a little confused, tilting her head slightly.

The next moment.

A black screen, like a semi-transparent piece of glass, was projected onto Qin Yiguan's Qin Yiguan by instruments on both sides, floating silently before his eyes.

"It turns out it was done by writing data."

The boy nodded. The black screen was probably a drawing board used for tattooing; carving a design on it would become Consciousness Tattoo.

The short-haired girl paused slightly again. "Everyone else's consciousness space is white, but yours is black."

Before Qin Yiguan could speak...

The short-haired girl returned to normal, as if nothing could surprise her for more than two seconds.

"Black better reflects the devil."

She bent slightly at the waist, leaned forward, and stared at the easel, conceiving a design in her mind.

A pair of round, firm breasts—any larger would be cumbersome, any smaller would be thin—perfectly sized, suddenly appeared in Qin Yiguan's field of vision, encased in a white vest.

Qin Yiguan could even feel a warmth and a fresh body fragrance.

He quickly shifted his gaze, "What's your name?"

The girl calmly replied, "Jiaolong."