Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

Chapter 110 Inferences and Results

Run away.

Simple, easy to understand, even just hearing these two words, you can fully understand the meaning of the group of words.

There is no doubt that Guan Hu must know more.But it didn't make Jing'an react more, the thin man in front of him gradually blurred his figure like spreading water lines.

boo.

There was a soft sound like a bubble bursting, and the whole world fell into a brief stagnation at this time.Then, the topsy-turvy feeling, like the world turning upside down, flooded into Jing'an's heart again.

Mezzanine space collapsed.

Because Guan Hu, as the main body, has completed his due mission.

In fact, strictly speaking, this "Guanhu" living in the mezzanine space has broken away from the most basic life form.He is just another living body that exists attached to memory, if you insist on describing it...

The man in front of him is consistent with the previous system that relied on information flow to build a platform.

But the real Guan Hu had already died in the secret operation of Winterhold.

Leaving aside the annoyed mentality caused by her own mistakes, Jing An just had some sad thoughts about this duplicating life body in front of her.

I don't know what the system was thinking when it disconnected...

Whether it's the Guanhu in front of you, or the 'rebirth' system relying on information flow.They are all for a goal, so they do their best, which only exists for a moment.

But this feeling only lasted for a short while.After a short pause, Jing An noticed a surprising fact.

After the distorted sensory feeling like the world was turned upside down, the expected sense of drowning did not come - the sinking of an isolated island independent of the land, as far as the residents on it were concerned, apart from re-drowning into the vast ocean , how could other situations arise?
Jing'an raised his head and looked around.But all I saw was the unchanging mountain snow, and the empty buildings that were still deserted, leaving only traces of life.

Nothing has changed in the slightest, as if the space where Guan Hu's mental body collapsed and dissipated just now is just a simulated image, an illusion with a high degree of simulation.

How could this be?
Jing'an couldn't help being slightly stunned.

This is completely different from the rest of the system, and even in an instant, it overturns all of Jing An's cognition.

Relying on Guan Hu's ability to mutate, the mezzanine space built thus should have collapsed.

So where is he now?

No... no, something must have been misunderstood.Jing'an noticed something strange, he forced himself to calm down, and tried to analyze one or two things.

First of all.

There is absolutely no problem with the system information.

So far, except for probability-related information, the system has not transmitted any form of wrong content to Jing'an.

At the same time, Jing'an has no reason to doubt the intentions of the system. There is absolutely no possibility of concealment between the two as closely as a lotus.

Then by analogy, there is only one possibility left.

Jing'an raised her head halfway, looking towards the snowy sky above her head.He stretched out his hand, and took a small piece of ice crystal snowflake from the air.The melting cold touch made Jing An show a thoughtful expression.

Think from another angle.

If the mezzanine space created by Guan Hu is not an illusion.

Maybe... He was also blinded by it, so that even he didn't know the current situation?

"The mezzanine space where Guan Hu resides does not rely on the material world...but, he found another alien space."

The island visible to the naked eye is not the end.

Hidden in the shadows, until the foundation was broken, the real shape was revealed, which is the unknown mezzanine space right now.Jing An stepped forward a few steps, came to the area where Guan Hu disappeared, and squatted down, stretching out her hands as if groping, trying to find some traces.

"There is nothing left..."

This also means that Guan Hu has completely lost all his chips. He is like a gambler who has lost all his money and can only accept the most miserable fate.

He will be drawn by the power of the rules until he disappears into this world—a guy without a soul, even Jing An doesn't know where he will go.

Under such a realistic environment, Jing An's thoughts also changed slightly.

"I took it too much for granted... Even a level 3 mutant can't use this kind of energy like an arm."

In other words.

All the masters of this mezzanine space still haven't shown up.

But even so, the ability displayed by the other party has far surpassed the level of a level 3 mutant.

If he had to describe one or two things, based on Jing'an's current understanding, perhaps only the whale beast could compare with it.

Evolved beasts of nesting level or above.

Or it may be a mutant that is far stronger than the level 3 mutation direction.

Obviously, I entered the mezzanine space with the goal of solving problems, but I never thought about it... The confusion did not decrease but increased.

It seems that without the help of the system to sort it out, it is too reluctant to explore this level of secrets by yourself.Up to now, Jing'an has already felt obvious resistance.

Powerless can fully describe the current state of mind.

"Take another look...you may be able to find other useful intelligence content."

But just as Jing An was thinking like this, the pocket watch on her chest made a movement.A slight vibration came through the clothes, conveying a vital message to him.

Time is running out, and in order to ensure his own safety, he must go back immediately.

Different from the material world in the conventional sense, the interlayer belonging to an independent space has a special nature.Except for the master who is the subject, no creature can stay here for a long time—unless Jing An wants to be assimilated and become a node in the surrounding environment.

Loss of body, movement, and even the ability to think.The assimilated creatures will only belong to this unique mezzanine space.

Just using slaves is not enough to describe one ten thousandth of such a miserable ending.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jing An immediately stood up from the ground.He returned all the way according to the route he had come to until he arrived at the square hut that belonged to Jasmine.

Lying flat on the bed, Jing An adjusted her breathing while allowing herself to re-enter the internal circulation like a turtle breathing.

Like jumping from land into ocean.

The sense of addiction surged up like a tide, and in just a moment, it completely swallowed all of Jing An's consciousness.He seemed to be soaked in warm amniotic fluid, trying to move his limbs while looking for the direction of his way home.

If she just scurry around like a headless chicken, getting lost in the journey, and then becoming a wandering consciousness, that would be Jing An's fate.

Fortunately, he was already prepared.

(End of this chapter)