After becoming a god on earth, I always want to lie down

"The fog is dissipating!" someone in the crowd shouted.

Not only did he discover this, but the Brazilian military and the Xia rescue team also discovered this.

After the tornado raged, the fog lasted for more than two hours, and then began to dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye. The improvised data analysis office was urgently testing various data in the fog.

"What's going on inside?" General Balotelli asked impatiently.

"According to data, the energy of dark matter in the fog is decreasing rapidly..." Suddenly, a researcher looked horrified: "Five living creatures are coming out of the fog!"

"Emergency preparation!" General Balotelli looked solemn, and soldiers immediately surrounded the front with guns in hand.

Five figures in the distance stumbled closer, and the people around them relaxed their vigilance.

General Balotelli looked at the five figures warily, and finally his eyes rested on Silva, "Where are the others? How are the residents of the town?"

Silva lowered his head in embarrassment, as if everything was his responsibility, "They... they are all dead..."

Before General Balotelli could react, Director Zhou pushed him away and asked anxiously: "Where is Yang Yi? Where is Yang Yi?"

Helen, Silva, Jane, and Hamid all looked at Daniel behind them at the same time. Director Zhou looked at their faces and his heart sank.

Daniel opened his mouth, and he remembered the figure who tried her best to throw him out of the gap. She seemed to be enduring indescribable pain, and her beautiful face was submerged in it... Daniel came back to his senses, and everyone was nervously waiting for his answer. , he said with difficulty: "The crack is closed, she...she didn't come out."

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Yang Yi has heard a saying that there is a threshold for pleasure in the human body. Assuming that everyone's highest pleasure threshold is 100, then the pleasure caused by seeing beautiful scenery is about 10, and the satisfaction brought by delicious food is 20-30. The satisfaction that a smoking addict or an alcoholic addict gets is 40-50, the satisfaction brought by a soft drug is 60-90, and the pleasure brought by a strong drug breaks through the human body's threshold and goes straight to 200 up.

At this time, a person is immune to all pleasures below 200, and beautiful scenery, delicious food, sex, and even ordinary drugs cannot make him feel pleasure again. He can no longer derive meaning from ordinary life.

At this moment, the only goal is to experience the ultimate pleasure again. Others such as family affection, love, morality, ethics, and order are secondary, because he cannot obtain pleasure and meaning from these things. He can only turn into a beast or zombie parasitized by poisonous pins. The only purpose for him to live is to experience the ultimate pleasure again.

Addiction will also bring continuous physical pain. Only by constantly stimulating your pleasure threshold can you feel alive. Even if you know that there is an abyss ahead, you will jump down without hesitation.

At the moment when the source of life merged, Yang Yi felt a satisfaction that he had never experienced in his life, as if a person who had endured hunger for many years suddenly had a full banquet, from the soul to the body, from the internal organs to the hair, he was satisfied from the inside out. No, no, no, appetite cannot represent this kind of pleasure at all. This is the ultimate satisfaction of the soul. This is an enjoyment that transcends the body and goes straight to the spirit.

It wasn't until this moment that she realized why addicts couldn't get rid of temptation - once their pleasure threshold was raised to the point where they couldn't bear it, they could only become a slave to desire.

Slowly opening her eyes, her dark pupils seemed to be swirling with vortexes, and when she looked carefully, they looked like a deep pool with no bottom.

All the details around him suddenly came to mind, including the smell of decay in the turbid air, the filthy smell caused by long periods of inactivity, the smell of blood, the dust and particles floating in the air; the billowing clouds in the sky, and the unknown figures above the dark clouds. Stars; satisfied smiles on the faces of thousands of corpses, dry skin, withered pores...

Everything is breaking into Yang Yi's mind in a more nuanced way. If Yang Yi's resolution to the outside world was 720p before, but now she seems to have wiped away the dust on the glass, and her resolution to the outside world has suddenly increased. At 1080p, everything feels more subtle and detailed.

Her power was stronger than before, and everything was reflected in her mind, as large as the entire dark and turbid sky, the entire gloomy land, as small as a scorched leaf, or an insect lurking in the mud. It wasn't until this moment that she discovered that this piece of land turned out to be a small island located in the boundless black water. The black water in the lake was silent and lifeless, with no sign of life.

She realized that she was several times stronger now than before she absorbed the energy source. If she still looked at everything with a human's eyes, now her consciousness is separated from herself, formless and insubstantial, filling the surrounding air and everywhere.

She suddenly realized that in this vast black lake, she controlled everything and could destroy everything at will. She is the ruler of this world.

At the same time, her emotions also fell into a calm and peaceful state. The anger she felt when she saw the corpses on the ground disappeared at first, and the shadows of the past became lighter. These shadows had affected her life and even shaped her. her character.

But now, they are all like floating clouds, gently blown away by the wind.

Her body is floating in the air, and her expression has gone from enduring the pain of soul hunger to the satisfaction of integrating the source of life into her body, and now her expression is neither sad nor happy, as cold and indifferent as the stone statue sitting high on the lotus platform.

She looked around at this dark world, like a god looking at the world indifferently.

"Who are you?" she asked.

There was silence and no one answered, but she waited peacefully.

After a while, a voice said: 'I am you, you are me, we are one. '

"Oh? If we are one body, why do you want to snatch my body?"

'You are tired of this world anyway, why not let me take the lead? ' said the voice.

"My attitude towards the world is my business, but there are always people on the other side of the bed who want to replace me, which makes people feel uncomfortable." Yang Yi said.

The voice fell silent.

Yang Yi always thought that this voice was another personality that emerged from her schizophrenia, but everything that happened: her familiarity with the name "Assad", the god of fire demons, the stone altar chair that only she could see, and Her hunger for the source of life, as well as the "other personality" that has been urging her to accept and face all this, makes her have to wonder whether the voice in her body is herself or an "outsider".

'Is the source of life delicious? 'The voice asked suddenly.

Yang Yi's face twitched involuntarily, revealing a look of satisfaction and aftertaste, "It's delicious! Unprecedented satisfaction... I believe there is nothing more satisfying on earth than this."

'This is just the source of life for more than 4000 people. Think about it, how many more people are there on the earth? 'The voice asked, 'How many intelligent races are there in the universe? These feasts are all waiting for you to pick, absorb, and enjoy... By that time, you will be the most powerful existence in the universe! The entire universe, whether it is the Celestial Clan, the Vortex Mites, Laplace, the Celestials, the Hao Clan, Kuai Jing... they will all kneel before you and bow their heads, and you will be the only master! '

In addition to the first few races that can be expressed with similar sounds, the following races cannot be expressed in Earth language. Just hearing those few syllables, Yang Yi felt the endless vast ancient atmosphere rushing towards his face, and the vastness There seemed to be a few vague eyes in the universe looking for these unfamiliar syllables and "seeing" them here.

Yang Yi listened to the description of the voice, his face full of yearning, as if he had been completely immersed in the future he described.

"As long as I absorb these lives on the earth? Complete the most primitive accumulation?" She asked softly with a dazed and strange look on her face.

The voice seemed to chuckle.

Yang Yi looked intoxicated, immersed in the feeling of being in control of everything, and asked: "Is this your purpose?"

'not ours. '

Yang Yi suddenly smiled.

"I always thought you were my other personality. You are me and I am you. But now, I am finally sure," Yang Yi's drunken look slowly disappeared, and his eyes returned to clarity, "You are not me."

These names she had never known, this grand wish she had never dreamed of, were simply not something that she, Yang Yi, could produce.

The voice wasn't surprised, 'Of course, this is the first time I'm talking to you. You and your subconscious self-talk are so noisy, it keeps hinting at my presence in your body, reminding you to be wary of me. '

Yang Yi was silent. It turned out that the previous voice was really her other personality, another personality formed by subconscious stimulation from a real outsider. For so many years, it had been hinting and reminding her that there was more than just her in her body.

"Then why did you suddenly appear now?" Yang Yi asked, and then asked himself: "Because I 'ate' the source of life? Do you think that after enjoying this kind of thing, I can no longer resist its temptation? So No need to lurk any longer?"

'No. Because we now have a common goal, no matter how reluctant you are, you have embarked on that inevitable path. '

A burst of unreasonable panic made her tremble, as if something unpredictable had happened that could subvert her life, and she was still unaware of it.

She tried to cover up her uneasiness with anger and contempt, and retorted loudly: "What goal? What inevitable path? Conquer the universe? It's ridiculous!"

The voice was not irritated by her, it gradually fell silent.

Its silence made Yang Yi's anger look so ridiculous.

"Who are you? Why are you in my body? Why am I the only one who can see the stone chair? Is all this because of you?!" In order to break this terrible silence, Yang Yi asked immediately.

"What does the god Vader mentioned have to do with you? Why can the life source sacrificed to that god be absorbed by me—no, you absorbed it!"

A silence.

It never answered any questions, as if it had never spoken to her, everything was just an illusion.

"Come out! What are you going to do? Is the emergence of dark matter related to you? What is the Celestial Tribe? What are vortex mites? When did you enter my body? You parasite! Get out of my body ..." A bunch of questions piled up in her mind without answers. She was angry, abusive, and begging, but she couldn't get any response.

Uneasiness came over her, as if she had stepped into a trap, but she didn't know where the trap was? What's under the trap?

It seems that her destiny has been fiddled with by an invisible big hand. Countless possibilities for the future merge into one line at a certain node. Whether she wants it or not, she will inevitably embark on a road of no return.

She felt dazed and frightened, and this uneasiness gradually turned into an anger that was about to burst out, causing her to break free from the abnormal calm after absorbing the source of life.

There was nowhere to vent this anger. She swept her body with her mind like crazy, and her skin was like a steel brush. She endured the pain and shouted: "Get out!"

Self-harm serves no purpose other than causing yourself pain.

This pain should have been sharp and unbearable. After experiencing the pleasure brought by the source of life, all other perceptions have become dull. Even the pain has become numb and not as quick as usual.

It was as if this ball of life had not only raised her pleasure threshold, but also reduced her sensitivity to other perceptions.

Will one day she becomes indifferent and indifferent to everything in the world, and like a real "god", she "treats all things as cud"?

What are you panicking about? Isn't this just right?

She stood in the dirty night and asked herself: Aren't you tired of all this already? Don't you always feel that the whole world is boring?

If you could just numb your own perceptions and emotions and gain infinite power, wouldn't this be a very good deal?

No, no, no. At least not at the expense of more than 4,000 lives... These are living lives. They can laugh, cry, be sad, get angry, and think. They used to live a peaceful life, but now But it turned into a lump of energy, a battery, a pile of firewood... Humans cannot be treated like this... at least not...

You didn't kill these people, and you didn't take the initiative to fuse the source of life. You resisted, and you tried your best to refuse. This is a last resort, and you even pay the price of trapping yourself in this space.

No, the essence of the lives of more than four thousand people is now in my body. This is sinful! If I were content with all this, indifferent to the innocent lives passing away before my eyes, and took absorbing their life source as a matter of course, then...

A chill slowly crawled up her spine. Gradually, her whole body felt like it was immersed in ice water. The coldness was more unbearable than the pain.