Chapter 1: The Trembling Brain

pain!
it hurts!

Head hurts!
It felt like someone had hit my head with an eighty-sledgehammer, leaving only a mass of brain matter that had been shattered into a paste.

The shrieking tinnitus was like sharp nails scratching glass, leaving behind mottled iron marks mixed with the smell of rust. Then the iron marks turned into iron rods emitting rust and heat, piercing directly through the nostrils into the skull, stirring it violently, and the blood-stained and pale brain matter were pulled out together.

Painful!

Xiao En felt like someone had cut open his stomach without anesthesia. A slender, powerful hand reached into his stomach, grabbed his intestines, pulled them apart, and then fumbled for other internal organs. Finally, it held an organ that he didn't know how to describe. It was beating slightly, like a gray, swollen tumor. The hand held it carefully, as if it was holding a heart that hadn't stopped beating yet.

"what?"

Xiao En heard a cold female voice with a hint of magnetism.

The five senses gradually began to emerge.

The brain was still trembling, as if after extreme laziness, the instinct of the body was urging the brain to work, but it seemed empty inside, the brain matter seemed to be stuck together, and the consciousness was shrouded in chaos. Along with the hot iron rod and the sharp whistle, it was stripped away from this body.

He smelled a odor similar to formalin, as if his entire body had been soaked in formalin. The strong, pungent smell was accompanied by a hint of decay. The cold iron frame beneath him seemed like a morgue bed, and it made creaking sounds as it was overwhelmed by his convulsions and spasms.

cold.

Biting cold.

Xiao En felt that he was covered with a thin layer of gray-white sheets stained with dried blood and filth, like a shroud. As his vision gradually recovered, he saw a cluster of cold faint light in the darkness, just like the dim chandelier swaying with mottled pictures in the old times deep in the chaotic memories, gradually condensing into shape in a trance.

A strange creature wearing a crow mask, or something similar, not sure if it was a human, was staring at him cautiously.

"Something strange has happened."

"Subject No. 168 appears to have resurrected from the dead."

Accompanied by a cold female voice, Xiao En felt a slender finger as cold as ice gently stroking his forehead, and then he lost any ability to struggle and move. His whole body seemed to be paralyzed, completely unable to move. Only a little consciousness was left, still searching for a trace of self and reason in the endless chaos.

He couldn't be sure or judge anything. In his confused memory, the last time he felt this way was when he had a surgery under general anesthesia. His consciousness was chaotic when he woke up, as if a period of time had been erased.

Fortunately, although his whole body could not move at this moment, his consciousness was still a little clear, like a very faint spark.

Consciousness and memory are in disarray.

He suspected that his brain had really been stirred up with an iron rod and then dug out directly from his nostrils. As his chaotic consciousness shone with a little light, he finally saw something clearly.

a woman.

Her face could not be seen clearly. She took off her black crow mask, revealing her long silver-white hair. Her expression was cautious and solemn. Her white gloves were stained with muddy blood and gray. She was putting down the iron skewer in her hand. Next to her was a huge skeleton with a hideous and terrifying face. There was still blood and flesh on the empty eye sockets. It was hunched over and humbly serving beside her. She observed Xiao En's consciousness and saw that he was gradually stabilizing. She said cautiously, "The target has been controlled."

"There's nothing abnormal about the Undead Cyst."

"Notify the instructor immediately."

The numb feeling was still there, but his eyeballs could move again. Xiao En wanted to open his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound, as if his vocal cords had been removed. His consciousness was still very confused, and two completely different sparks of memory flickered in his brain, and finally disappeared together, leaving only endless pain and chaos.

Memories are merging, it's very confusing, the pain of death, blurred consciousness, recalling one scene after another.

"The target is resistant to [Touch of Undeath]."

"Perhaps the power of the Undead Cyst has taken effect."

"But the target has not been transformed into an undead creature." The woman pried open Xiao En's eyelids, observed calmly, and continued to record: "The brain tissue that has been removed is regenerating."

"This is the extraordinary nature of the path to death."

"Did the instructor's experiment succeed?"

Xiao En's pupils had begun to focus, but he could not see the woman's face clearly. He turned his head with difficulty and saw a pale dissected corpse. The brain had been taken out and the internal organs were placed separately. There was a hunched skeleton with a very smooth surface, like a bone specimen, and he was sealing these creepy things into jars.

This was a morgue, surrounded by cold corpses. The smell of preservatives filled his nose, making him want to vomit but unable to, as if his throat was blocked.

"tutor!"

Xiao En vaguely heard a sound, and then he saw a suspended skull, very smooth and white as jade, with a dazzling ruby ​​inlaid in the forehead bone, and the empty eye sockets staring at him.

"Soul from another world?"

"interesting."

"You have captured another alien soul floating in the Chaos Sea?"

The floating skull assembled a body for itself, removing the flesh and blood, leaving a very neat and clean skeleton. Its cold finger bones fell on Xiao En's forehead, as if it was talking to something. It said in a cold voice, "A very clean soul from another world."

"Just a little confused."

"very good."

Consciousness was drowned in darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao En's eyelids moved, but he did not open his eyes because he still remembered what he had seen before, and it was too physically "refreshing" for him.

But he didn't seem that scared.

"you're awake."

"No need to disguise myself. I can detect your superficial thoughts." The cold female voice sounded in my ear.

She put on the crow mask again and said coldly, "Don't even think about lying."

"You don't have to tell me where you're from."

"Soul from another world."

"I have no interest in your past. You should remember some things that happened before you died."

"After all, death is the most unforgettable memory!" "I'll give you fifteen minutes to calm down, and then I'll tell you something you need to know."

"As for what happens next, fate will make arrangements for you."

The footsteps gradually faded away.

Sean slowly opened his eyes and propped himself up with difficulty. The pungent smell of preservatives made him vomit. The turbid black blood clots mixed with some things that looked like internal organ fragments made his heart stop suddenly, and then it started beating slowly again.

There was a pool of blood that had not yet dried on the edge of the rusty iron bed, and some bloody and flesh fragments that looked like internal organs could be seen, as if something had been taken out of his body.

The broken memories began to merge.

He realized that he had traveled through time because 'death is the most unforgettable memory'.

Although his consciousness is a little confused at present, he still remembers the moment of death from overtime work in his previous life.

The current body is obviously younger. This is a morgue, with cold corpses placed all around and a skeleton in the corner that looks like a specimen.

Live.

Just now it's motionless.

There was a sutured wound on his abdomen, and the workmanship was very rough. From a doctor's perspective, it was at most the level of an intern.

On the right is a mummy wrapped in grayish-white bandages. Its brain and internal organs have been removed.

what happened?
Xiao En's consciousness was looking for a breakthrough from the chaotic memories, but he didn't have any clues. He only knew that he had traveled through time and space, and might have been resurrected from the dead, because the sparks of memory were flickering and two completely different memory scenes were merging.

More chaotic memories are floating in the void, cold, lonely, floating in nothingness, and I don’t know how many years have passed.

"Time is up."

A burst of cold footsteps sounded again. The ground was very smooth. The woman wearing the crow mask appeared again. She should be very young. She looked at Xiao En in front of her very cautiously and said slowly: "You should have remembered something."

"Like death."

Sonorous.

A cold light appeared.

A sharp ritual dagger appeared in front of Xiao En, which made him subconsciously dodge a little distance. The woman wearing a crow mask placed the dagger in front of Xiao En and said coldly: "You are not the first alien soul to come to this world."

"obviously."

"Some of you are not meant to survive in this crazy world."

“Some people are crazy from the beginning.”

"If you wish to return to [the arms of death]."

"Use this ritual dagger and pierce your heart, and you will rest in peace again."

Xiao En frowned, looked at the dagger, and then looked at the woman.

He tried to use reason to analyze everything he saw at the moment, but his brain still hurt and he could hardly make any judgment. He even had a crazy urge that made him unable to help but hold the dagger.

The dagger was calling to him, as if it had a mind of its own.

It might as well be alive.

"very good."

"You still want to live. That's a good thing." The woman retracted the dagger, turned around and said, "Come with me."

"I'll take you to meet someone."

"He is also a soul from another world that has returned from the dead."

Am I not the only one who traveled through time?
Xiao En's heart was full of doubts. He looked around the morgue and followed the woman without hesitation.

He has already died once.

The memory of death was so unforgettable that it supported him in searching for himself in this cold morgue, looking for some traces of the past from the broken sparks of memory.

"Your memory is confused."

"This is normal, because any reincarnation will result in the loss of some memories."

"As long as you remember who you are."

The woman suddenly stopped and stared at the 'resurrected person' in front of her with a cold gaze, and slowly said: "Do you still remember who you are?"

"Xiao En!" Xiao En blurted out involuntarily.

Totally irresistible.

His ability to speak seemed to have fully recovered, and after spitting out the filthy blood clot, even his breathing became a little lighter.

But there is still a slight tingling sensation in the chest.

"very good."

"Remember who you are and never get lost." The woman turned around calmly.

A dazzling halo emerged.

The woman with long silver hair pushed open the door of the morgue.

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(End of this chapter)