Love, death, and false man

Chapter 66, 2441—1. The Final Exile

2441 years.

9/29—13:41
The rusty deep-sea fishing vessel rocked and swayed, the fluorescent lights casting an exotic, eerie green hue over the entire ship and its menacing, pale faces.

His neck was locked by the rough arms of another crew member, and a sharp squid-killing knife was pressed against his eye.

"Anyway, it's just the rest of my life. Rather than continue to suffer in this hell, I might as well die sooner."

They were about to give up the fight.

"I trust you……"

……

Broken glass, thermometers, anatomy books, chains, and gears gnaw, strangle, and grind, madness, sobs, whispers, incomprehensible codes, confessions woven from thorns, shackles, and circular prisons.

Delirium, a bone-corroding poison, an upside-down communion, wormwood, mandrake, a labyrinth occurring simultaneously, endless self-devouring, permeating the brain cavity, dissecting blood vessels, the disintegration of memories.

Fang Yan, lying on the bed, suddenly woke up, covering his left cheek with the scar that ran from the corner of his mouth to behind his ear. The phantom pain came, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

what happened……

Their hands were so cold they looked like they weren't human hands.

I think I was riding a bicycle, heading to the center of an artificial lake.

Fang Yan looked around in a panic. What a strange place! The whole house was made of wood, and the surface was covered with dark brown solid wood grain.

This should be a storage room or something similar. The space is not large, and the various odds and ends piled up make it seem even more cramped. There are even wooden barrels that you only see in period movies from Europe and America, and the lamps lit on the barrels... are actually oil lamps.

My head hurts so much, it feels like a box of nails has been sewn into it and I'm being shaken violently while holding my head.

This body... feels so unfamiliar.

Fang Yan then realized that he was only wearing a pair of very poor-quality shorts. How could this be? He had so many scars, and there wasn't a single patch of good skin on his body.

I wasn't sleeping in a bed, but on a makeshift bed on the floor. Every time I moved, it sounded like a strange mechanical bearing was operating.

Fang Yan searched for the source of the sound and finally understood why his left hand was so cold.

The entire left arm, starting from the shoulder blade, had long since disappeared, replaced by a futuristic silver-gray mechanical arm. Every joint was incredibly precise, and there were strange, extremely thin grooves on the four fingers of the thumb and the back of the forearm.

In extreme terror, I couldn't help but scream out loud. My mind was filled with fragmented memories, but it felt like a very long time had passed, and I felt a sense of relief.

It's like the brain storing too much information, causing the system to become unstable and requiring formatting.

I heard a shout coming from the storage room.

The lady of the house hurried over, dressed in a long linen dress with a distinctly Western classical style, the neckline tied with a rope, and she had blonde hair and blue eyes.

Theresa panicked and quickly gestured for Fang Yan to be quiet.

Fang Yan was even more bewildered. What was going on? Foreigners were actually doing this to him? Was this still China?
The memory fragments were rapidly assembling, but they couldn't piece together the most recent memory; only the factory version remained.

Summer Vacation Road to Doom...

Mind control...

Organized harassment...

Salvation Army...

A puppet government that oppresses the people...

Electronic targets, retinal UI...

No, the retinal UI is gone! It's completely gone! It's just normal vision! What happened?

Was I being mind-controlled, or was I being summoned by a gravity accelerator?
"The logbook, you're looking for this, right? We found it together. You've been in a coma for a few days, and during that time you've been dreaming about looking for your logbook."

Theresa was worried that the mysterious man she had picked up would start shouting again, which would attract the attention of the cult's patrol.

He hurriedly left the storage room, his bare feet clattering on the wooden floor, and returned shortly afterward.

"I'm sorry, I peeked, but all the writing was in characters I didn't recognize."

Theresa handed Fang Yan a red-covered notebook.

Fang Yan's confusion deepened. His brain was already in a state of malfunction, and now he was even more bewildered. This woman! She was speaking a completely unknown language!

But I could understand her perfectly, as if I had mastered the language for a long time, and I also understood this strange mechanical arm.

What exactly happened to his mother?

“Recordbook…” Fang Yan looked at the familiar red cover. He remembered it very clearly because his brain was a kind of “initial version” and he was very familiar with it.

However, this record book is very old, like some kind of antique.

Open the book cover and find the first sentence on the title page.

We will meet again in a place where there is no darkness.

Sure enough.

However, there is a supplementary note below the title page, and the handwriting is very different from the one above. It looks like it was written by someone else, and each stroke has an indescribable sense of powerful strength.

The most important information is tattooed on the chest.

Everything else you need to know is in the notebook.

We have failed countless times.

Finally, the only path has been found.

"You motherfucker... the riddle master? Who the hell changed my settings?"

Fang Yan continued flipping through the notes; the first few pages were indeed written by him.

I remember September 20, 2030 in particularly detail.

He killed a numerical analyst himself.

All the logic and the existence of the [Hunter Channel] have been proven, and I can kill anyone, anytime, anywhere, as long as I have the corresponding awareness.

Fang Yan chuckled, thinking back on the sentence and realized it was pretty damn cringeworthy, because as long as you have the awareness, regardless of whether there is a [hunting channel] or not, anyone can kill anyone at any time and in any place.

That's completely pointless.

What follows is a record of events that occurred in the last two weeks, up until after October 15, 2030...

He was initially all smiles, but after flipping through more than ten pages, his gaze suddenly turned serious, and the blurry fragments of memory began to slowly piece together, but they were only hazy fragments and could not change the initial version of his personality.

But Fang Yan could sense that it all really happened; was it at that time that his left hand was severed?

He was getting impatient and flipped straight to the end.

You only need to complete the above tasks within your current time and space.

[Operation begins.]

"Are you kidding..."

Fang Yan froze on the spot. The contents of this record book were too terrifying. Although he had only flipped through a few pages, he seemed to be killing every high-ranking member of the Salvation Army, the Holy See, and the historical government in every timeline.

And the [historical timeline] is already in my hands, written in a notebook I bought for ten dollars at this convenience store.

Multi-layered nested time vector direction loop...

Fang Yan was in a state of confusion and still didn't understand what had happened.

His gaze fell upon Theresa.

"How old is it now?"

Fang Yan asked this question.

But Teresa couldn't understand it at all.

Fang Yan had no choice but to switch to her own language and repeat the question.

"What happened in 2441...?"

Theresa replied, "How could someone not even know what year it is?"

"Is there a mirror?"

Fang Yan could see the tattoo on his chest; it was purely text information, but the content was not short, and it was impossible to see clearly from this angle.

"Have."

Theresa led Fang Yan out of the storage room and into the living room, which was also very simple, like the house of a poor family in the Victorian era.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Fang Yan scrutinized the complete stranger.

"I'm so fucking..."

(End of this chapter)