Chapter 271: Infinite Division

"Dude! It takes you so long to go upstairs and get your phone?!"

Bai Zini's slightly resentful voice came from downstairs. She had been waiting downstairs for Ke Mingye to accompany her for a walk. She had already changed into sandals, but she ended up leaning against the shoe cabinet in the entrance and playing with her mobile phone for a long time. She didn't even see the shadow of Ke Mingye and was obviously getting impatient.

Hearing this, Ke Mingye remained silent.

He stared blankly at the blood-red row of skill names in grid number four on the panel, his Adam's apple moving up and down.

[Position 4: Passive skill - "Infinite Division"]

The skill name...changed?
What's going on? I don't remember using a skill enhancement card on it, and how did it become a passive skill?

The more he thought about it, the more goosebumps appeared. After hesitating for two seconds, Ke Mingye took a deep breath, prepared himself mentally, raised his trembling fingers, and clicked on the skill introduction.

[Skill Nickname: Infinite Split]

[Skill level: ? ? ? ]

[Skill Introduction: Allows unlimited personalities to coexist in your brain, and every time a new personality is derived, you will receive a reward of "mental power" attribute corresponding to the degree of "personality strength" - the stronger the generated personality, the more "mental attributes" it provides. ]

【Remarks:
At first, you accidentally broke the mirror in half, and then used tape to stick it back together. It looked the same as it did at first, so you breathed a sigh of relief.
Later, you became more and more careless and started to break the mirror into three pieces, but you picked them up from the ground as usual and glued them together with tape. They looked no different from the original pieces, so you finally felt relieved and believed that the mirror would not break no matter what.

But what you don’t know is that without your awareness, fine, tiny cracks slowly spread across the entire lens.

In the end, no matter how effective the tape was...it couldn't make the cracks disappear.

Until one day, the tape ran out, the mirrors were shattered all over the floor, and you saw different versions of yourself in thousands of fragments. Some were smiling, some were crying, some were curled up in the corner, some were covering their faces, and some were hanging themselves.

That’s when you realize… that even a tiny crack on the mirror will never heal. No matter how beautiful and hard the mirror is, once it’s broken… it’s impossible to restore it to its original state.】

[The conditions for generating this hidden skill:

1. "Personality Torn" has been enhanced by a "Low-level Skill Enhancement Card";

2. The hidden use proficiency of "Personality Tear" reaches 100%, and the compatibility between the user and the skill reaches more than 99%. 】

【目前根据技能效果，基于已生成的“蓝鸮”（提供2点精神属性）、“蜘蛛男”（提供2点精神属性）、“小红帽”（提供2点精神属性）、“怪东西”（提供3点精神属性）、“科比”（提供1点精神属性）五个人格，你将总共获得10点“精神力量”属性。】

[Your "Spiritual Power" attribute changes: 62 points → 72 points (↑10 points)]

[Congratulations, you have achieved a hidden achievement with a 0.001% achievement rate - "Strength comes from the tearing of the heart" (gain 5 points of "Spiritual Strength" attribute)]

[Your "Spiritual Power" attribute changes: 72 points → 77 points (↑5 points)]

Looking at the text that kept popping up in front of him, Ke Mingye was completely frightened. His brain couldn't recover for a while and went into a state of shutdown.

"If you don't understand, just ask. My fucking personality is torn apart?" He said hoarsely, and suddenly his forehead swelled. Then he just raised his hand to support his head. Accompanied by tinnitus, the illusion covered his vision like a curtain.

The next moment, Ke Mingye looked up in a daze, and what came into his sight was a classroom of an orphanage.

The scene in front of him was like a sharp blade that broke through the wind and pierced into his shrinking pupils. Ke Mingye was very familiar with this scene - this was the orphanage where he had stayed in his previous life, but he didn't remember the children in the orphanage very clearly. He just remembered that everyone had gathered in this classroom for class, and when they reached a certain age, the smarter children would leave here and go to regular schools.

And stupid kids are the only ones qualified to stay here.

At that time, he had several very good friends in the welfare home, but when he left the welfare home later, those children stayed here, sitting in their seats, holding paintbrushes in their hands, just quietly and lonely watching him leave.

Ke Mingye came back to his senses from his memories and looked at the surrounding scene again.

At this moment, a human figure with a gray halo flowing all over his body was standing on the podium, holding a piece of chalk in his hand. He leaned his body, the elbow of his other arm was resting on the blackboard, and his palm was supporting the side of his head.

The pose is as coquettish as ever.

Looking at its figure, Ke Mingye was stunned for a moment, then he hissed softly. The cold air pierced his lungs like a sharp blade, bringing a sense of reality.

He opened his mouth and said, "It's you..." For some reason, even though the words were on the tip of his tongue, he couldn't pronounce the other person's name.

After saying that, Ke Mingye shook his head gently. He was very sure: his consciousness was now very clear. Every thought in his mind, including the reasons for the thought and the process of connecting his thoughts, were so clear that they seemed to be completely typed on the mental sketch. There was not the slightest feeling of being "torn apart" - everything was so clear, so clear, and so well organized, which was why the scene before him seemed so weird and illogical.

It feels like...

Going crazy while awake.

Ke Mingye lowered his eyes and was thinking, when the gray figure on the podium spoke again, breaking the silence.

"Today is the voting time for the second week. Since the last meeting, we decided to vote once a month." After a pause, it grinned: "It is worth mentioning that our protagonist himself is also present at this meeting."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of applause broke out in the classroom. It was not enthusiastic, but rather seemed a bit perfunctory.

Following the source of the applause, Ke Mingye slowly turned his head and looked around the classroom.

Sitting on his left was a guy wearing a red and blue metal combat suit and a bird-beak mask. Ke Mingye was very familiar with him, but he couldn't pronounce his name. To put it in an analogy, this feeling was like "complete collapse": sometimes when you look at a word for a long time, you will suddenly feel that the word has become extremely unfamiliar, and you will forget how to pronounce it...

This was the feeling of separation that Ke Mingye was experiencing at the moment. In his eyes, the guy wearing a helmet and looking like an owl put his arms down and hugged his shoulders after clapping.

Seeing Ke Mingye staring at him, he tilted his head slightly, and the bird beak on the mask tilted accordingly.

“Classmate, why are you staring at me… You’re making me embarrassed.” The masked man said, adjusting the bird’s beak.

"He just needs a little time to process it all."

Suddenly, a cold, slightly childish female voice came from behind.

Hearing this, Ke Mingye looked sideways and saw a girl in a Christmas dress. She was twirling a pencil in her hand and sitting quietly in her seat reading a novel called "Thirty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea".

At this time, standing on the girl's shoulder was a dark owl, its pupils were scarlet, contrasting with the color of its fur.

"She is worthy of being our Little Red Riding Hood. Even her posture of reading is so elegant." The black owl exclaimed.

"I'm fucking late..."

A sudden voice came, and then a figure in a black hoodie grabbed the spider silk, swung up from the open window, and landed safely. He pulled a chair and sat down, looking at everyone: "Has the meeting not started yet?"

"Student, you are prohibited from using spider web shooters here. You are challenging the teacher's authority. The teacher doesn't like being imitated, please be aware of this." Seeing this, the gray figure on the podium held his forehead with his hand, put one hand on his waist, shook his head and sighed.

The man in the black hoodie said, "Oh my god, my name is Spider-Man, and you won't let me use the web shooter. Do you have any shame?"

Ke Mingye lowered his head and thought for a while, then asked him sideways: "What was your name?"

"Spider-Man."

"Spider-Man..." Ke Mingye murmured the name and looked up at the man on the podium. "What about you, classmate? What's your name?" "Weird thing."

Ke Mingye looked at the blonde, blue-eyed girl in a Christmas dress, "What about you?"

"Little Red Riding Hood. The creature on my shoulder is called Kobe."

"Damn it, what do you mean by 'creature'? I am a noble contracted beast."

Finally, Ke Mingye looked at the red and blue figure.

"how about you?"

"Blue Owl."

The strange thing lowered its hollow eyes, stared at everyone in the classroom, and said slowly: "As everyone knows, the result of our vote a month ago was a tie. According to our latest rules, we will hold a meeting and vote once a month. When the deadline comes, we will do what the side with the most votes in total will do." He paused, "This is fair, isn't it?"

As he spoke, he picked up the chalk and wrote a line on the blackboard.

[Option 1: Kill Bo Ke's family. ]

[Option 2: Kill all players. ]

"I'll vote 1." Spider-Man sighed. "Hey, the anti-dog has killed his own father, so I shouldn't be too much of a fool to vote with him. Otherwise, it would be very unhuman. If he sees me voting 2, won't he faint immediately?"

"I vote 1 too." Little Red Riding Hood expressionlessly said, "But I won't kill Senior Ashes, not because of personal feelings, but because there is no need - after the comet arrives, she will become an ordinary person, and so will the other magical girls. Then, there is no need for us to target them, we just need to avoid them, which can also prevent unnecessary casualties."

Hearing this, the strange thing picked up the chalk and without looking back, put two ticks behind option number one on the blackboard.

"Option One, Two Votes," it announced.

Kobe raised his wings as a thumbs up, "Master Kobe will definitely vote 2. Who knows if Comet Qiamat will arrive before the time limit is up? If so, we don't know if we will have to compete with the magical girls."

It coughed and lowered its voice: "Kill all the players secretly, and finally die in the arms of the soft and sweet-smelling magical girls. Look at their tearful eyes and listen to them shouting in sobbing voices, 'Don't die, Kobe'. Even if you die, it's already worth the price of the ticket."

"Oh, Miss Little Red Riding Hood, and Spider-Man, don't look at me." Blue Owl spread his hands, "I can only throw 2, and I can only throw 2, otherwise how can I live up to the title of 'hero'?"

Upon hearing this, the strange thing silently drew two ticks behind option number two on the blackboard.

Finally, everyone in the classroom turned their eyes to the strange thing.

"Uh..." The weird thing hesitated and raised its non-existent eyebrows, "Same as always, I'll remain neutral." It paused, put one hand in its mouth, looked around, and said with a trembling voice, "Wait a minute... classmates, this will result in a tie again, and the weird teacher will be unhappy."

At this point, it changed the subject: "So I suggest putting the pressure on our Mr. Ke Mingye. He is the one who did not make a choice, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the classroom turned their eyes to Ke Mingye. Some looked at his back, some looked at his profile, and some looked at his confused face.

"I want to vote too?" he asked.

"No, no, no, you can choose to escape." The strange thing scratched its head, hugged its shoulders and said, "Just like you have always done, give the right to vote to others, to... us."

Ke Mingye pondered for a while, then suddenly said, "Wait... who are they?"

Just now, he inadvertently glanced at the classroom window with his peripheral vision, and seemed to see two figures in a trance. At this moment, he looked sideways, and as he expected, he saw two blurry figures standing in the closed corridor outside the classroom——

One of them was wearing a hospital gown, looking down at a book. He was short and thin, and his face was covered with a layer of light shadow, so his features could not be seen clearly.
Another person was squatting on the ground, drawing circles with his fingers and mumbling something. The whole picture could not be seen clearly either.

The weirdo was silent for a moment, then explained, "Oh... they are the reserve troops. You know, the reserve troops, the transfer students, the chicks still in the egg. In short, they are a group of inferior students who are not qualified to enter our 'Weird Lecture Hall', understand?"

"So... they don't have to participate in the vote?"

Ke Mingye asked slowly, looking away from them and towards the strange thing.

"I said, they are not eligible to participate in the vote yet, but they may be eligible in the future." The strange thing paused and raised a finger. "But... my suggestion is to leave them out like this. Otherwise, it is very likely to affect the fairness of the vote."

"Aren't there only two voting options? It just so happens that you are stuck in a tie, so just let them in..." Ke Mingye said in a low voice, looking at the two options on the blackboard.

"No, no, no... If we let one of them come over, there will be a third option on the blackboard."

The strange thing said faintly.

"What do you mean... the third option?" Ke Mingye asked.

After he finished speaking, there was silence in the classroom and no one wanted to answer him.

Seeing this, Ke Mingye turned his head slightly and observed the other people in the classroom with his peripheral vision.

Blue Owl lowered his mask and tapped his shoulders quietly with his fingers; Little Red Riding Hood paused with his right hand that was taking notes and lowered his eyes; Kobe's feathers on his head stood up high, and he said nothing; Spider-Man pouted and turned his cheek away.

Only the strange thing on the podium picked up the chalk and slowly wrote the third line of text on the blackboard.

[Option 3: Kill them all. The world is a huge slaughterhouse. We are the butchers, and they are all inferior livestock.]

Ke Mingye stared at the line of words on the blackboard, feeling horrified.

He was stunned for a moment, then slowly turned his head and looked outside the classroom, trying to observe the two figures standing outside.

At this moment, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The boy who had just been drawing circles on the ground was now lying on the window of the classroom with a distorted face. His eyes were bloodshot and he was yelling something hysterically, almost breaking his throat and pouring out all his internal organs.

However, the sealed windows acted like a soundproof panel, blocking out all sound.

The boy's hysterical voice could not be heard at all, like a foreign object placed in a vacuum.

At this moment, the classroom remained dead silent. Only the strange thing grinned and remained silent, while everyone else seemed to pretend not to see anything, silently lowered their heads, and did their own things.

Ke Mingye was stunned for a moment, looked at the person next to him for a while, and then looked at the figure lying on the window like a mad dog.

Although it was impossible to hear what he was saying, based on his lip movements, Ke Mingye slowly read out what he wanted to convey.

"Kill them, kill them, kill them, kill them all together, kill them all together, chop them all up and feed them to the pigs. This way you don't have to think about it, and you won't feel sorry for anyone. No one will be disappointed in you. They're all dead, so what's there to think about? You don't have to betray anyone, just kill them all together, leave no one behind, kill them all together."

“The world is our playground.”

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