PFC Chapter 3212 The Shadow of Faraines (9)
Chapter 3212 The Shadow of Faraines (9)
Chapter 3212: The Shadow of Faraines (IX)
Batman chooses to max out psychoanalysis.
At the moment when the skill point disappeared, he seemed to hear the Transcendence's continuous broadcast, but he could not hear it clearly because all the sounds faded away in his mind.
He only heard the last words of the Transcendent.
"I forgot to tell you, the nature of your talent is that the worse your mental state is, the more you can see. Good luck, Batman."
The world in my eyes has changed.
Batman first saw a sea of blood, and then he found that his senses were failing. To be precise, his vision, smell, hearing, and touch were mixed up.
He heard some trivial sounds, but they were not actually sounds. Instead, they were some gray ripples falling in front of his eyes, exuding a smell of corruption and dampness. Their texture was a bit like feathers that had been rained on, flowing flexibly in front of him.
Behind this ripple, there is a touch of crystal green, which gradually begins to expand, turning the entire surrounding view red, representing a series of gurgling sounds, and brown-gray debris falling down.
Batman figured out the pattern almost immediately.
There were monsters walking over his head, they were communicating with each other calmly with some complaints, their attention was never focused on him and he was not discovered.
At the moment when the monsters passed right above his head, Batman saw a crack in the green, and his soul seemed to suddenly rise up, higher and higher.
Then the two monsters became a tiny dot, but he himself, who was hiding under the bridge, expanded rapidly until he became larger than the huge sailboat, and suddenly exploded into a ball of black mud, submerging everything.
When Batman came to his senses, the monster had already left.
In other words, he didn't know whether the monster had come or not, or it was all just his illusion.
It was difficult for him to say whether he was better or worse now, because apart from hallucinations, he had no access to the real world, and all his actions were now based only on the hallucinations he felt.
He didn't know whether he should trust these bizarre hallucinations.
In fact, Batman has not yet fully understood these hallucinations. He just feels from them, as if everything is just the result of his own running thoughts. In fact, the hallucinations and his feelings do not exist, and even he himself does not exist.
He began to become more and more nihilistic, denying all his senses, and allowing hallucinations to change in a daze, not thinking, as if time had stopped flowing.
After an unknown amount of time, he heard a vague voice.
"Wake up, Batman."
Then the voice became slightly confused.
"Why are you all like this? Is my talent some kind of dementia engine?"
The voice was so familiar that it instantly brought back Batman's memory and reason. Although he still couldn't see anything except hallucinations, he could at least feel his own existence.
"PhD?"
"It's me. I had already gone back to rest." The Transcendent ran to the tower, knocking on the door and screaming, saying, "My talent made you stupid. I saved you. How do you feel?"
"...It's amazing." Batman had to answer truthfully, and he said, "Is this how you live?"
"Of course not. This is too extreme. It would probably only be so powerful when I was about to die. Of course, the pathological side is another matter. Some of them can remain in this state forever."
The arrogant tone remained steady, as if he didn't take it seriously at all, as if he was talking about what he had eaten this morning, with a leisurely nonchalance.
“Can you see what I see?”
"Yes, I can. Our spirits are connected. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to use this talent."
"What do you see?"
"Hmm..." Arrogant said after a pause, "Your mental state is really precarious. If you don't take some sedatives within an hour, you may have to say goodbye to your Batman career forever."
"I'm not talking about me." Batman tried his best to concentrate, but it was actually very difficult because he couldn't even be sure if he was talking to his own hallucination.
"Are you talking about the situation you are facing now? Let me see... Although I don't know why you came to this place, there are about 15 living creatures around you now. Judging from the way they move, they should be patrolling."
Batman felt his hallucination blankly and said, "How did you see that?"
“Can you feel the atmosphere right now?”
"I'm not sure," Batman said. "It seems like everything is expressing the atmosphere, but it also seems like nothing is."
"Focus on finding the commonalities among the hallucinations you see, not the commonalities in the senses, but the commonalities in the feelings these hallucinations bring to you."
Batman was silent for a moment and then said, "I feel very cold, a kind of coldness that can't see the sun, as if this night will never pass."
"Yes, can you feel anything unusual in this atmosphere?"
Batman was silent for a long time before he said, "There are some very trivial things. I didn't know they were active. They are not so lifeless. They seem to be thinking and have feelings."
"Because that is life," Pride told him. "You have to separate these dynamic things from the atmosphere, and then gradually determine whether they are the creators or destroyers of the atmosphere."
Batman no longer cared whether he was actually talking to Pride or not, he just found that it seemed to work.
“What does it take to be considered a successful stripping?”
"What do you think?"
"Maybe I heard a heartbeat?"
As soon as Batman finished speaking, he heard heartbeats in his ears, some were far away, some were closer, but he seemed to be able to determine their location by the heartbeats.
"Congratulations on having your dream come true." He said with a hint of smile in his arrogant tone, "Now you should understand what these hallucinations mean."
Batman knew he didn't understand, or he didn't want to believe it, so he had to get to the bottom of it.
"I can hallucinate whatever I want, but what does this have to do with the real world?"
"Maybe there's no connection, it's just your crazy hallucination."
"So can I make these hallucinations go away?"
"Of course, but how can you be sure that he really disappeared? How do you know that the real world after the illusion disappears is not just a false world created according to your wishes?"
Batman was silent.
"So you can only believe it." Pride said, "Believe that your illusions correspond to the real world, and believe that you can use the information provided by the illusions to solve your current dilemma."
Before Batman could speak, Arrogance continued, "This is irrational. The human spirit and the material world should not be connected in such a crazy way. This is sick."
"But whether this is normal or not has no direct bearing on whether you choose to believe and use it now."
"The belief in common sense and the pursuit of survival should not be connected as you think. Although various facts have proved that the bridge between them is extremely solid and the cause and effect relationship is clear, if there has been an accident like mine, there can naturally be a second one."
"What accident?"
"You think the tower wasn't an accident? Then am I just bored and have to divide myself into so many pieces?"
"So in some accident, you chose the latter and abandoned the former."
"Yes, I didn't win, but I managed to survive, so I embarked on this path, and so far, I'm living a pretty good life."
"I'm afraid I can't be like you this time, Doctor." Batman said, "I know that many genius inspirations in this world have no evidence, and I'm not so paranoid as to ask a mental patient for proof of his hallucinations. This cannot be proven."
"So you're not going to trust what you're feeling?"
"No, I do, but I believe that one day I will figure it all out in a more scientific way. Before that, I will only regard it as a tool, like Constantine's magic."
"You have never tried to study the origin of magic because you know it is very dangerous. Why do you have to study this?"
"It's not magic that's dangerous, it's the magician." Batman seemed to finally speak the truth. He said, "Is it all the fault of the devil who tempted them? They should know why the devil didn't tempt me? Why didn't he tempt Superman? Even the Flash?"
"The bad people in this world don't have to be divided into those who can use magic and those who can't. I don't study magic because I've studied enough lunatics, villains, and bad people."
"So you studied me because you felt that it was this devilish talent that seduced me, not that I was a bad person?"
“We’ll have to study it to find out.”
"Well, before you jump to conclusions, just think of this as a kind of magic. I can tell you some basic rules, but the rest is up to you to figure out."
"Thank you for your patience..."
"You're welcome. That's not even one tenth of my patience."
When Batman opened his eyes again, he had flipped out from under the pier and was walking across the street in a swagger.
Just at a turn, he stopped, climbed onto the awning with very nimble movements, squatted in the shadow at the corner of the wall, and watched two dark shadows walk through the alley.
"Angry, complaining..."
he said softly.
Then he turned his head and looked towards the corner of the street. There was another very faint reflection of the trident, and he whispered again: "Impatient, sad, painful... I found it."
In a moment, his figure followed the corner of the alley and came to the street, as if merging with the long shadow cast by the street lamp.
The deep diver who was staggering past him didn't notice him at all and just kept walking straight ahead.
Until a hand grabbed his trident.
The next second, his own weapon that had been taken away pierced his chest, and a huge force dragged him into the alley next to him.
Just as the Deep One was about to scream, the trident pierced into his neck again, and blood gushed out. A second before death, he saw a pair of unfocused eyes and heard his whisper like the god of death.
"Are you sad about the disappearance of your companions? ...But you are also fanatical. You are willing to sacrifice your life for your followers and are proud of it. Is that your god?"
Instantly, Batman seemed to hear the Transcendent's reminder again in his ears, "He may have thrown a dice, but he can't see the result at all."
However, in the bizarre hallucination, I saw an ugly and huge body at the bottom of the dark sea emitting rhythmic growls, as if it was singing a horrible song.
The pair of protruding, dim yellow eyes suddenly looked at him, and after a buzzing sound, he felt countless whispers surrounding him.
Letters and syllables danced around him until they appeared as hallucinations in his crushed senses.
He understood what He meant.
"My name is...'Dagon'."
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