Cyber ​​Ghost Record

Chapter 80, Section 79: The Perfect Man
"That's the enemy."

The blue figure looked down from above, its fingers like spears being thrown down. Sog shuddered, like a fish speared.

The gazes that gathered around him froze him instantly. He stood there stiff for a full two seconds before retreating in a panic, only to trip and fall to the ground.

People gathered around, and in the dim light, Su Ge could see the faces beneath the hoods. Their ambiguous smiles were just like the masks collected by Painted Skin. Su Ge saw his own sickly face among them, and he saw Yang Guan and Jiang Ning.

He'd been betrayed! This was a trap set by the Security Bureau. Yang Guan had been lying to him all along; there was no other hibernator, and Jiang Ning was in cahoots with them!

The blue light grew even more intense.

Suger looked up and saw a smiling figure in mid-air with its canine teeth showing.

He immediately recognized Him as Yama. He tried to get up and run away, but an overwhelming sense of fear held him firmly to the ground.

"Hey."

Suddenly someone shouted.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw Shen Ke. Her eyes glowed green, and a few strands of white hair peeked out from under her hood and fell around her eyebrows.

"yao!"

Suger was stunned. It took him a while to realize that she meant "medicine".

He fumbled for the aluminum box, shoving a vial of inhibitor into his mouth. His lips and teeth trembled, barely able to hold the filter. When the red light came on, he took a deep drag, like a drowning person grabbing an oxygen mask.

This movement exhausted his last bit of strength; his hands drooped, but the exoskeleton supported his body so he didn't completely collapse.

He looked up, and the light and shadows in the air floated like a shattered moon in the water.

It took more than ten seconds for the light spots to piece together into a complete light, and the trembling of his lips and fingers also returned to normal.

The crowd around him hadn't disappeared, but they never gathered around him, and no one glanced at him. He worried his silence would draw attention, and then, five meters to his left, someone collapsed, pupils dilated, breathing labored, a disposable digital drug chip ejected from the slot behind his ear. Beside this man, a woman stood like a wooden stake, her lips moving silently, her hands twitching slightly.

He wasn't the only one who fell ill.

Suger then remembered that the room was almost entirely filled with patients. He snapped out of his reverie, picked up the medicine that had fallen to the ground, and took another drag. A delicate pear scent slowly permeated his numb senses. Medicine had become an everyday necessity, to the point that it was being blended into various flavors, much like chewing gum. But he didn't remember his medicine having this flavor; he was somewhat unsure whether his senses were physiological or psychological.

"calm down."

"Shen Ke said softly. She stood by the dining table, the dishes and cups scattered behind her. Only then did Su Ge realize that she wasn't wearing a hood and her eyes weren't glowing green. He took a breath, finished the suppressant, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and stood up again. The anger continued, roars pounding against his eardrums one after another. He was glad that what he had just experienced was just a hallucination, but that hallucination also pulled him out of his frenzied emotions.

He felt uneasy, yet vaguely anticipated something—his anger had been awakened, and he needed a target to bear it.

"We must resist."

The host pressed his palm down lightly, and the hall immediately fell silent. The heavy breathing that rose and fell was like a spring accumulating potential energy; anger would become concrete action. The crowd was ready; the useless would be given value, and a spark would ignite in the aimless wasteland.

"But how do we resist?" the rally organizer said. "We are just a broken body; our value is less than that of a city cleaner."

His voice grew distant, his tone rational. This abrupt shift was like cold water poured into a frying pan, igniting a clamor among the crowd. Within a minute, anger and hope were extinguished, replaced by a deathly silence and despair. The organizer made no intervention; he floated in mid-air, standing motionless like a lighthouse. The lighthouse had never moved far, but the crowd had no boat to cross the sea. Only then did the organizer speak again:
"Resistance is not revenge."

"Rebel against those things that bring suffering."

Images appeared beneath the dome: numerous naked human figures. They were highly representative, and everyone present could find a person they identified with among them.

The crowd looked up, watching as another version of themselves in the video gradually replaced the transplant with entirely new biological tissue.

Those bloated, mangled bodies gradually became whole and light. As they walked, they discarded various prosthetics, like whales getting rid of barnacles.

He was given a new lease on life.

He removed his prosthetic eye and reopened his bright eyes. He could see magnetic fields like a bird, and possessed super color vision like a butterfly. He could see the night as clearly as if it were night, and could see the dust particles dancing in the moonlight.

He discarded his prosthetic limbs, his movements agile and nimble. He spread his wings and leaped between skyscrapers, soaring alongside birds and passing through the projections of gods and celestial maidens. He dived deep into the sea, dancing with fish and brushing away the volcanic ash that buried the bronze statues.

He witnessed the endless cycle of seasons, the collapse of temples, and the decay of statues, but his life never ceased.

Ten minutes later, the image disappeared.

The blue figure had somehow shed his robes, revealing a perfect body. His beauty was so natural, so approachable. This kind of beauty transcended gender; both men and women would be drawn to it.

He stretched his body in mid-air, proving to people that he was a free being who had transcended all suffering in the world.

No one would not want to be him, admire him, or possess him.

This is the perfect person.

A tremor originating from the genetic level caused Suger's pupils to dilate and his heart to race.

However, the sedative effect of the drug residue allowed him to remain sufficiently conscious.

He discovered that spiritual beings intentionally attribute people's suffering to prosthetics and link the concept of freedom with biological modification. Those images exaggerated the effects of biological modification, creating a deified image.

Su Ge was somewhat disappointed; this was a gathering that was deliberately mysterious. In fact, he had already realized this when the Spiritual Society was spreading the word that the Supreme Being had defeated the Fengyu Mountain God.

But he still harbored a sliver of hope—that perhaps the spirit was indeed connected to the organization, and that to correct a wrong, one must go to extremes, so the spirit would use extraordinary means to win people's hearts.

This contradictory thought also existed in other aspects. For example, he subconsciously denied the existence of the Supreme Being, but at the same time, he felt that his own abilities precisely proved the possibility of the Supreme Being's existence—he was also made of flesh and blood, yet possessed "supernatural powers." He couldn't help but think that if Jiang Ning also had similar abilities, then the Supreme Being might be related to Jiang Ning.

"Let us be whole again."

The sage's voice resounded throughout the hall.

"Don't go to war, go to make love."

He/She said.

(End of this chapter)