Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 76 The Tormented Soul
What exactly is the soul, no one can give an answer to this point.

But what Oranto knows from countless times of practice is that matter determines consciousness, as long as the body can be completely controlled, it is not afraid that the soul cannot be controlled.

"I control the tiniest nerve signaling in your body, do you know what that means?"

"The seat of the soul is the brain, and the brain is nothing but a 'slave' of neural signals."

"You know the knee jerk reflex?"

"Just tap the ligaments below the knee, and your quadriceps will contract uncontrollably, causing the calf to respond with a sharp forward kick."

"Although the neural activity of the brain is much more complicated than the knee jerk reflex, the principle is the same: as long as I send the corresponding neural signals to your brain, you will have a false but very real feeling out of thin air."

Oranto's voice was like that of a demon—

The voice didn't come out of his mouth, but directly appeared in Fugo's mind:
"Like now."

"I obviously didn't speak, but your brain still 'heard' me."

"Enough. Enough!"

A look of fear already appeared on Fugo's face.

As a senior intellectual who can be admitted to university at the age of 13, he certainly knows what Oranto's words mean.

As described in the sci-fi blockbuster "The Matrix" that was just released in the past two days, if there is a way to completely control the brain, then humans can even be imprisoned in a completely virtual world without knowing it.

"Haha, it's actually not as mysterious as you think."

"I'm not a supercomputer, but I don't have the ability to create such a complex and realistic illusion."

"Otherwise, there is no need for you to submit. I can control you directly with the illusion."

"But don't be too happy."

"If it's a scene that already exists in your memory, or some relatively simple physical feelings, I can still simulate it perfectly."

Oranto's joking voice resounded in his mind again:

"By the way. Don't use the movie just released as a metaphor."

"I haven't watched "The Matrix" yet, and you spoiled it."

"You?!" Hearing this, Fuge became even more panicked: "How do you know what I'm thinking?!"

"Difficult, is it?"

"Can you still read the thoughts and memories in my brain?!"

He recalled what Oranto said just now, and an unprecedented despair hit his heart:
Even the most private and core brain is controlled by others, and I have completely become the slave of this monster.

powerless to resist
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An even greater fear surged in Fugo's mind:

"Where did the pessimistic thoughts just come from?"

"Is this my original feeling, or is it the idea that the monster imposed on me with nerve signals?"

"Damn!!"

He held his head in pain and despair:
"Asshole, don't mess with my brain!"

"You disgusting parasite"

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to grind you into meat paste!"

The mania that had been suppressed in Fugo's heart for a long time gushed out like a flood breaking a bank, which actually produced an effect of fighting poison with fire, forcibly suppressing back the false ideas imposed by Oranto.

"There is such an ugly truth hidden under the gentle appearance, and you still use this manic emotion to resist my spiritual suggestion?"

"What a surprise. Ugh."

Oranto sighed helplessly, but there was no panic in his tone:
"It looks like a lot of effort has been wasted."

As he said that, he carefully observed the actions of Li Qing, Qiao Luno and others with his eyes glued to Fuge's chest:
really
They didn't move at all, or in other words, they couldn't move if they wanted to.

At this moment, Oranto's body has completely merged with Fugo.

The disgusting mass of flesh stuck to Fugo's shoulders, chest, waist and abdomen, and merged with Fugo's own flesh and blood.

Even the most skilled surgeon can't separate the two people who are "in you and you in me".

In this case, Fugo's life was tightly bound with Oranto.

Li Qing and the others were cautious, so naturally they didn't dare to act rashly.

"Very well, since everyone is free, I'll teach you well!"

"Hey, dear Fugo, you asked for it yourself."

Oranto's evil laughter rang through his head again:
"Is the feeling of being stabbed just now enough exciting?"

"Now let me help you simulate, how does it feel to be pierced by ten knives at the same time?"

As soon as the words fell, an unprecedented pain rushed to Fuge's brain like a tsunami.

Although he didn't suffer any physical injuries, Fuge could still clearly feel
His arms, shoulders, chest, and thighs were all pierced by an invisible steel knife in this instant!
The experience of the blade cutting the muscles was so real, the feeling of the blood rushing out was so frightening, and the endless pain made him so uncomfortable that he could not survive.

"Are you satisfied?"

"The human body has a self-protection mechanism of 'shock', but."

"With me checking in on you, it's impossible for you to pass out from the pain!"

"It doesn't matter if you have ten knives, or a hundred knives, or a slow execution of [-] knives. No matter what, you won't be comatose, and you won't die."

Oranto's voice was that of a demon.

Only then did Fugo understand why Fernando had such a solemn expression when he warned him before his death:

"It's too boring to just use a knife, let's try something else. Haha!"

"The feeling of being hit by a car, the feeling of being shot to death, the feeling of being struck by lightning, the feeling of being drowned in water"

"I can let you experience countless different ways of dying, but you can only live in this false hell forever, and you will never reach the "truth of death"! "

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Fugo roared in pain.

But what was really frightening was that he could only yell in his heart.

Because he was worried that Li Qing and others would be wrong to prevent him from training the host, Oranto even blocked Fugo's control of facial muscles and vocal organs, so that he could not show his pain to the outside world.

At this moment, Fugo can only bear this despair alone:
"How many times do I have to die? What will be the next time? What will I do!"

"Don't. Continue ahhhhh!!"

Oranto did not speak, he was still imposing false but real punishment on Fugo's body.

But at the same time, he was slightly surprised, even annoyed:

Because although Fuge was in pain and completely desperate, he still did not give in.

Yes, his soul is still unbowed.

Under the impact of death again and again, Fugo's spirit almost collapsed, but he never begged for mercy from Oranto.

"What a terrible will this is."

"A normal host can't even sustain the spiritual suggestion of the first level, but he can withstand such a cruel death experience, and has persisted until now."

"Che really has a troublesome fellow this time!"

Oranto cursed helplessly, and observed the actions of Li Qing and the others:

After a short wait, they seemed unable to restrain themselves to make some small moves.

"Damn it. There is no way to use it without a well-trained host."

"You forced me to do this, Fugo."

Oranto's voice became completely cold:

"In addition to inflicting pain, the way I train the host has a more terrifying trick. That is to inflict fear."

"Now let me go through the memories in your mind and let you carefully experience the most frightening scene in your life!"

The voice just fell
Fuge was in a trance for a while, and the scene in front of him was constantly changing like a revolving lantern.

Finally, Oranto ruthlessly revealed a bad memory buried in his heart, and then restored it to the present with the most authentic feeling:
That was more than a year ago, when Fugo was still in college.

To be precise, it was the last day before he was expelled from the university.

And the reason why Fuge, a genius boy, was expelled from the university was precisely because of what happened on this day——

That day, he smashed a highly respected university professor into intensive care with a four-kilogram Encyclopaedia Britannica.

Fuge did this because of his inner mania, and his inner mania at that time was actually stimulated by external factors.

And this external factor stimulus is now being "replayed" in Fuge's mind in an incomparably real way:
"Fogg."

"He's in good shape, quite strong."

In the library of the university, a male professor who is over fifty years old is patting Fugo's shoulder affectionately, speaking flirtatiously.

"Professor, what are you doing?"

"How old are you, and you are still so shy. I don't think you understand at all."

"Understand, understand what?"

"You want to understand, I have some good ones in my office."

"Well? Is the professor your thesis?"

"What thesis! It's more interesting than a thesis and can teach you how to be an adult."

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Only halfway through the replay of the memory, Fugo succumbed:

"Enough, enough!"

At that time, he was able to smash the professor's dog's head with a book, but now he can only stand and be slaughtered.

Fuge didn't dare to think about what feeling he would experience next, he just hesitated for a while and then completely gave up resistance:

"Leave me alone. I am willing to obey!"

(End of this chapter)