The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 179 My Name Is V
[Doctor Docter, do you know how to distinguish dreams from reality? 】

[The difference between dreams and reality lies in the length of time, as well as the quality and quantity of memory]

[That is to say, if a dream is long enough, then you can tell yourself in the dream [yes, I live in reality]]

[Doctor Docter, do you think we are real? 】

[Mr. Han, let me just say this. If life is good, we think it is real. If it is not good, we think it is virtual. Maybe you really have too many things that don’t go well, try a different life 】

……

The underground boxing arena in District [-], Ring No. [-].

As the man fell.

The mechanical timer sounded the countdown.

【ten】

The man who fell on the ground seemed to have opened a memory box in his mind, and fragments of memory kept pouring out.

That is the memory of another world.

【nine】

In that world, people live under extreme order.

In that world, he was like a machine, working numbly and tiredly day after day.

In that world, the meaning of existence is to work like a machine part, be brainwashed, accept exploitation, and produce the next generation of machine parts.

【Eight】

who am I?
Exactly... which world is real?
I... what am I going to do?
V...Liu Sa...

I……

【Seven】

Damn, memory...

Why are there more and more memories...

Impossible, could it be that I really...

V... Am I not V...

【six】

"Van, what are you doing?! You fucking fake punches!! Get up!"

The black old fat Dex wearing a big gold chain shouted anxiously.

V suddenly shuddered!
Fake punches?
impossible!

How could I make fake punches!
I must win!
The meaning of V is victory!
but I……

Am I really V?
【Fives】

memory……

You fucking stop it!

I'm not……

I think it is Liu Sa...

I want to be V!

Who……

Come stop these memories...

Lock that monster machine back!

I……

I'm about to suffocate...

[Four]

When this man was about to fall into a state of suffocation due to lack of oxygen.

A holographic projection in a red suit appeared in front of him.

The figure leaned over and said affectionately with a smile on his face.

[What are you doing, performance artist, every time I meet you, you crawl on the ground like this, do you... like relying on the earth so much? 】

Looking up, the figure in the man's eyes brought him enough oxygen to think.

No matter which world, the existence of this figure is impeccable [truth].

As if asking the Creator, the man asked his own questions.

"who am I?"

【three】

[V, you are V, machine soul envoy V, the man V that I have chosen and approved by Tissel! 】

"hiss--"

Inhaling deeply violently, invisible objects filled the lung lobes, and the inflated sense of fullness made V feel that he was not a machine, but a fresh life, similar to a wild beast, similar to a bird of prey.

That's right, I am not someone else, I am V!

Memories... are but weak illusions!
How can something like a machine be called a [human]? ! !
Can that kind of suffocating life be considered as [alive]? ! !
Nightmare!

A world where there is no living thing in sight is simply a hopeless nightmare!

Smashing that dream together with Liu Sa's identity, V found his true self!

【two】

Without saying a word, the figure in red bent down and extended his hand to V with a smile.

V's eyes are like stars, and he holds his hands firmly...

Get up suddenly!

V's body standing on the ring is more upright and resolute than ever!

There was no trace of impurities in those burning pupils.

Seeing V standing up again, the referee announced loudly.

"The game continues!"

With a smirk on his face that was about to win, Pfister's casserole-sized fist roared forward with great momentum!
His eyes were as bright as a flame, and V left an afterimage in the air. He missed the fist wind like a dragon and a snake swimming away, and his iron arm was sent straight into Pfister's arms like a gun!
pop-pop-

A dull sound exploded on Pfister's steel armor, and then the explosive impact of gunpowder lifted him into the air, sending him into the audience involuntarily!

boom--

Falling down in the auditorium, Iron Fist Warrior Pfister spat out a mouthful of old blood depressedly.

The last time someone knocked him out of the ring was the last time he punched in the ring!
Why do I keep encountering such monsters!

I still like to play for a while before the explosion.

It's fun to fight black boxing in this kind of underground boxing arena if you don't go to the MB competition so hard to become famous, isn't it?

The audience in the audience was in an uproar!
"This... what the hell is this?"

"The money has arrived? I'm afraid I wasn't acting before!"

"What kind of medicine is this? It's strong enough! I'm not afraid of being too strong and dying on the stage!"

"Wow, it's shady, this must be drug use!"

Almost no one dared to believe that this was V's own strength alone, because this kind of terrifying level of strength could only appear in a boxing ring with the specifications of the MB Contest!

Ten seconds flew by.

The referee quickly raised V's hand, declaring him victorious.

In the crowd, some shouted wildly, some questioned in a low voice, some celebrated ecstatically, and some cursed in disgust.

Some people left in a hurry, and countless image data were transmitted along the information network to the bodies of those behemoths...

After spitting blood, V easily jumped off the ring.

After completely finding himself, V's mechanical mind ability instantly took a step forward, reaching 35.

After V jumped off the ring, Dex from the audience immediately came up and said excitedly.

"Van! What kind of tricks are you doing just now, my God, you are simply an artist! Performance artist! My heart is about to be scared by you! You must not like the level of this game, want to come up with Accident! You...I really fucking love you!"

Gently twisting his aching arm, V said softly.

"Don't worry, it's impossible for me to fake punches, because I have very bad memories... By the way, Dex."

V turned his head to stare at Dex.

"Can I trust you? Don't play tricks on me."

Seeing V's eyes, Dex's heart skipped a beat.

If V before coming to the stage was like a fearless but ignorant stone, then V now is like a piece of cold steel.

Such a V makes people feel a little... awed.

Swallowing, Dex immediately recovered his ability to make jokes and spoke easily.

"Of course you can trust your dear brother Dex! Don't worry, Van, with your strength, I promise you will be on the stage of the MB Contest! At this moment, the invitation letter is already being sent On the way!"

Seeing Dex's swearing, V smiled lightly, patted Hei Laopang on the shoulder and said.

"Okay! Then to celebrate our march to the MB competition, let's go to the bar tonight and have a good drink!"

There was a look of surprise under the sunglasses, he didn't expect to say such polite words from V's mouth.

Immediately he responded with a smile.

"If you don't get drunk tonight, you won't go home!"

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Wouldn't there be someone who didn't realize that Tissel, V's machine spirit, is Mozhen?No way?No way?
(End of this chapter)