The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 202 Epilogue: The Bloody Revolutionary Plot

In the Ruins of Time and Space, a building with a [HOSPITAL] sign floating quietly.

In the doctor's office, Ziliang was smoking a cigarette with a bitter face, and the ashtray made of paper in front of him was finally replaced with a wooden one.

The specific operation is to use [Tamper] to cross out the attribute of "paper" and change it to 'wood'. As for why it is not changed to glass. That is because the difference between 'paper' and 'wood' The attributes are very similar, so it is easy to change. If you directly change paper to glass, then Ziliang may lose a lot of hair.

Well, in this office, the change of the small ashtray is not the main thing, the most important thing is that at this moment, all the staff in the hospital are surrounded by Ziliang, as if the three divisions are interrogating.

"Okay, tell me, who is that woman?" Harry Quinn asked again.

The woman she was talking about was the woman in red that [Nightmare] used his ability to see in the environment.

As for why this group of people saw Ziliang's dream, it was because when Hannibal invaded the nightmare's consciousness, he saw something that Ziliang was afraid of.After all, everyone would be curious about what Ziliang is most afraid of.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a woman.

And this incident quickly spread in the hospital. It's not that Hannibal likes to spread gossip news. After all, this woman's combat effectiveness does not seem simple. For a team, a dangerous enemy must Information sharing is the right thing to do. Well, there is a little bit of gossip, but not the main reason, really not!
"Did you do something nasty to others, and then you were afraid that they would come to your door?" Shirley asked gloatingly.

Sure enough, women's speculations about this kind of thing are all in the same direction. Soon, Ziliang's image of a scumbag who "deceived his feelings and added his body, and then abandoned his wife and children and even had an affair" was outlined by Shirley and Quinn up.

"Is that woman the 'cosmic consciousness' you keep talking about?" At this time, Hannibal still raised a slightly reliable question.

"Hey, isn't your brain power too strong?" Finally, Ziliang couldn't resist: "How can I be interested in that kind of woman, and she is not a cosmic consciousness."

"Then who is she?"

"Well, at best, she is part of the consciousness of the universe, just like me." Ziliang rubbed his head and said.

"Part of the universe? Still the same as you?" Quinn asked suspiciously.

"Yes, she and I are both." Ziliang said.

It seems that today's matter cannot be avoided, so he no longer hides it.

"Ahem." Ziliang coughed twice: "Actually, you can't treat this universe as a single entity, you have to treat it as a complex integrated product. As I said before, the formation of the universe requires many Many elements, time, speed, madness, wisdom, etc., are gathered together to form a unified and complete framework of the universe. And she is a terrible element in this universe—[Death 】."

Hannibal was silent for a while: "What about you?"

"Sin." Ziliang took a puff of cigarette and said like a normal person.

"Sin...?" Quinn immediately noticed something: "Then."

"Yes, the 'sin pieces' you brought me, literally, the pieces of sin! My pieces. This is a very complicated story, to be brief, my original body was shattered , They are scattered in various planes, inhabiting the souls of those who match them." Then, Ziliang pointed to everyone in front of him: "The fragments have transformed you and endowed you with various However, I have to collect these fragments again to repair my body. In fact, you may not believe it. Now I am in a state between living and dying, and I can only use this A temporary body survives, so if I don't repair the original body, then I will probably die out of my wits."

"Well, if you say that, everything seems to be explained. I still wonder why every time you collect a piece of sin, you can get some weird abilities. It turns out that your body has recovered a little bit, so , can withstand more evolution, right." Shirley said: "Then the question is, since you are all part of the consciousness of the universe, why did you break up?"

Ziliang shrugged: "This is actually very easy to explain. Let me give you a simple example. If the universe is a collection of 10 different elements, and I am one of them, then if I summon 4 more, what will happen? What."

"There are only five of the original 'big cosmic consciousness' left, and you also have five. You can make a tie."

"Yeah, so if we win the battle, we can drag another one over."

"Then, you are above the original will of the universe, and you can reshuffle everything and re-establish a universe rule."

Speaking of this, everyone naturally understood: "Well, dare to love, what we are experiencing now is an uprising and a bloody revolutionary plot that overthrows the old order," Quinn muttered.

"Yeah, it's old-fashioned, but it's easy to understand. It's like the same game has been played hundreds of billions of times. Everyone will get tired of it. There will always be a day when someone wants to play a new game. The game, to experience the new rules, isn’t it the same for human beings, an era is over, overturned, rebuilt, overthrown, in fact, this universe is similar.”

"I should have already thought of the plot behind that." Hannibal interjected, "You have been strategizing for a long time, and finally gathered a few like-minded cosmic elements. After that, you will fight head-on with the will of the universe, and your camp There was that 'Ms. Death', right? But then you were sadly defeated, and the other elements were reclaimed by the will of the universe, and you fled with a broken body. As for your escaped method, I think it must have angered those companions who stood by you."

"Hey, you didn't sell everyone else just to run away for yourself." Shirley seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and asked with a bit of pain.

Ziliang smoked the rest of the cigarette into the filter at once: "Fu——it's a long story, but it's about the same."

"Well, you really are a scumbag." Quinn had an expression that he had guessed a long time ago.

"So. Shall we kill this scumbag here in advance, or maybe this guy will sell us someday?" Xue Li said with a black-bellied smile.

"Hmm..." There was a long silence in the office, and it seemed that everyone began to seriously consider this matter.

"Actually, compared to medical treatment, I think my technique of torture is also good. Otherwise, I'll discuss it with Mr. Jigsaw and try to convert my bedroom into a torture chamber?" Quinn said while thinking.

"Will there be some wonderful reactions if we cultivate the seedlings of the virus in this guy's body? After all, this guy's body is different from ordinary life." Shirley also pondered.

"Actually, I've thought about this for a long time. This guy can be regenerated. A piece of such delicious food is so delicious that I can't eat it all. Every time I have to work hard to suppress the urge to bite down." Hannibal talking.

Ziliang's eyes dimmed: "Hey, you guys are not really thinking about this matter anymore, are you?"

"However, I have to let him take me to find my little pudding." Quinn shrugged his shoulders, looking disappointed.

"Yeah, it's quite hard to find this kind of laboratory that can travel between different worlds and collect parasitic species of various planes. The most important thing is that I like his morgue." Shirley also said.

As for Hannibal, he just thought about it for a while: "That's right, since you still have a body that hasn't been successfully repaired, then...after the repair is successful, can you give me a taste, it must be more delicious than your current one .” As he spoke, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he was enjoying some delicious food.

After a while.
"Okay, I have to talk to Jigsaw about [Superbrain]. I can't run around the world with that helmet in the future, right." Hannibal said, and walked out of the office.

"Oh, then I'll go back and take a beauty sleep." Quinn said, and followed her out.

Seeing that both of them had left, Shirley also shrugged her shoulders: "Although I'm fine, but I'm only 13 years old, I don't want to stay with a middle-aged decadent uncle."

"So, I'm not as cute as those lickers of yours?" Ziliang shouted.

Shirley didn't answer, she just spread her hands and walked towards her laboratory.

Ziliang rubbed his head in pain: "Damn, who found these bastards, I must have not woken up at the time, yes, I must have not woken up."

He angrily took out another cigarette
The hospital continues to float.

Be quiet. Drive to the next plane.
(Hey, where are your tickets, hand them over quickly!!)
(End of this chapter)