Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

What exactly is the soul? No one can answer this yet.

But what Oranto knows from countless practices is that matter determines consciousness. As long as he can completely control the body, he is not afraid of not being able to control the soul.

I control the smallest nerve signals in your body. Do you know what this means?

The seat of the soul is the brain, and the brain is just a 'slave' of nerve signals.

You understand the knee-jerk reflex, right?

Just a gentle tap on the ligament under your knee will cause your quadriceps to contract uncontrollably, causing your calf to kick forward rapidly.

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

Olanto's voice is like a demon——

This voice did not come from his mouth, but appeared directly in Fugo's mind:

Just like now.

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

Enough. Enough!

Fear already appeared on Fuge's face.

As a high-level intellectual who could enter college at the age of 13, he certainly knew what Olanto's words meant.

Just like what was described in the science fiction blockbuster The Matrix that was just released in the past two days, if there was a way to completely control the brain, humans could even be imprisoned in a completely virtual world without even noticing.

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's no point in giving in. I can just use the illusion to control you.

But don't be happy too early.

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

Olanto's joking voice rang through his mind again:

By the way. Don't compare it to the movie that just came out.

I haven't watched The Matrix yet, and I asked you to spoil it.

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

Is it difficult?

You can still read the thoughts and memories in my brain?!

He recalled what Olanto had just said, and an unprecedented despair came over him:

Even the most private and core brain is controlled by others. I have completely become a slave to this monster.

Not able to resist at all

Do you have no choice but to obey? !

etc.

An even greater fear surged through Fugo's mind:

Where did the pessimistic thoughts just come from?

Is this how I feel, or is it the idea that the monster forced on me through neural 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 a pulp!

The mania that had been suppressed in Fugo's heart for a long time surged out like a flood bursting a bank, actually producing a kind of effect of fighting fire with fire, forcibly suppressing the false ideas imposed by Olanto.

There is such an ugly truth hidden under the gentle appearance, and you are using this manic mood to resist my spiritual suggestions?

What a surprise. Sigh.

Olanto sighed helplessly, but there was no trace of panic in his tone:

It seems like a lot of energy has been wasted.

As he spoke, he carefully observed the movements of Li Qing, Giorno and others with his eyes glued to Fugo's chest:

really

They didn't make any moves at all, or in other words, they couldn't do anything even if they wanted to.

At this moment, Olanto's body has completely integrated with Fugo.

The disgusting lump of flesh adhered to Fugo's shoulders, arms, chest, waist and abdomen, and merged with Fugo's own flesh and blood.

Even the most skilled surgeon cannot separate these two people.

In this case, Fugo's life was tightly bound to Olanto.

Li Qing and others naturally did not dare to act rashly.

Very good. Since everyone is free, let me train you!

Hehe. Dear Fugo, you asked for this.

Olanto's evil laughter resounded in his mind again:

The feeling of being stabbed with a knife just now was exciting enough, wasn't it?

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

As soon as he finished speaking, an unprecedented pain surged into Fugo's brain like a tsunami.

Although he didn't suffer any physical harm, 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 through the muscles was so real, the feeling of the blood gushing out was so terrifying, and the endless pain made him so uncomfortable that he could not live or die.

Are you satisfied?

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

As long as I'm here to help you, it's impossible for you to pass out from the pain!

It doesn't matter whether it's ten knives, a hundred knives, or the Lingchi execution of 3,600 knives. No matter what, you won't be unconscious or die.

Olanto's voice was that of a demon.

Only then did Fugo understand why Fernando's expression was so solemn when he warned him before his death:

Just using a knife is too boring, 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 to death by lightning, the feeling of being drowned in water.

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

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Fugo roared in agony.

What's really scary is that he can only yell in his heart.

Worried that Li Qing and others would see something wrong and hinder his training of the host, Olanto 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, Fuge can only bear this despair alone:

How many times do I have to die? What will my death be like next time? What should I do?

Don't go on any more ahhhhhhh!!

Olanto said nothing, he was still inflicting 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 remains unyielding.

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

What a terrible will.

The average host can't even survive the mental suggestion of the first level, but he can withstand such a cruel death experience and persists until now.

Che really got into trouble this time!

Olanto helplessly cursed twice, and then specially observed the actions of Li Qing and others:

After a short wait, they seemed unable to resist making some small moves.

Damn it. You can't use it without a well-trained host.

You forced me to do this, Fugo.

Oranto's voice turned completely cold:

In addition to inflicting pain, the way I train my hosts is also more terrifying. That is to inflict fear.

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

The words just fell

Fuge was in a trance, and the scene in front of him kept changing like a revolving lantern.

Finally, a bad memory buried in his heart was mercilessly brought up by Olanto, and then restored to the present with the most realistic feeling:

That was more than a year ago, when Fuge was still in college.

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

And the reason why Fugo, a talented young man, was expelled from the university was precisely because of what happened on this day——

That day, he used an Encyclopedia Britannica weighing four kilograms to smash a respected university professor into intensive care.

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

And this external factor stimulus is now being replayed in Fugo's mind in an extremely real way:

Fugo.

You have a good figure, quite strong.

In the university library, a male professor in his fifties was patting Fugo's shoulder affectionately and making flirtatious remarks.

Professor, what are you doing?

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

Know, what do you know?

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

Hello? Is this your thesis, professor?

What kind of paper! It's more interesting than a paper and it can teach you how to be an adult.

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Only halfway through the memory replay, Fugo gave in:

Enough, enough!

At that time, he had the ability to smash the professor's head with a book, but now he can only stand and let others slaughter him.

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

Let me go. I'm willing to obey!