"Visual deprivation."

The ultimate darkness came when Harris drank the second sip of Perrin's potion.

The retina is like a TV that has lost power. After the last flash of snowflakes, it reluctantly falls into silence, terminating all image transmission.

Harris took a cautious step forward, stepping on the rugged ground with his feet and touching the bone-covered wall with his palms, relying on the last touch to barely control himself forward.

But in this blind man touching an elephant state, he was not even sure whether he was moving forward or backward. In fact, all he could do now was try his best to stay upright, walking, and alive.

The flesh-and-blood ape was indeed just an illusion.

Harris snorted coldly and walked forward for more than ten meters without feeling like he was bumping into a wall of flesh. The resentment of those ancient creatures could only be resentment after all, and could not break through the barriers of reality and cause direct damage to the living.

The strange gas in the depths of the mine may come from the rotten smell of giant beasts billions of years ago, or it may be the remains of arthropods that died in the sea of ​​fire, which can lead to illusions that seem to be real.

Harris walked forward slowly, like Charon sailing in the sea of ​​​​the underworld, ferrying in an illusory area where life and death are uncertain.

Old Yorkson's theory has at least made outstanding contributions in guiding reality.

It was this old man who discovered that this existence beyond imagination that humans could not match was exiled at the end of time and space, in a prison that even it could not surpass.

That place may be built in the core of the primordial nebula, in the ashes of the supernova explosion, or it may be in a quark universe, at the end of a black hole. It was originally far away from this universe, even the end of heat death.

Neither can destroy that prison.

Until a certain ignorant being cast a frightened look.

Since then, this terrifying existence has been deeply rooted in the miners of the small town. The invisible meme has become contagious. From few to many, from weak to strong, the mysterious power of decay unstoppably begins a new journey, occupying

This is a town where development is in full swing.

The more people know about it, the stronger the shadow of existence becomes. The shadow that transcends time and space descends on the sky of the town, taking root in every conversation, every nightmare, every scream, and even every breath of these poor people.

.

The process of spreading was slow but determined. When it was discovered, Old Yorkson found that it could not be completely cut off, so he used special medicine to encourage these people to wash away the evil marks imprinted on their souls.

It's the bottle of Perrin's potion in his hand.

"Forgetting is a fragile armor, but it is not an antidote."

When Father Hook handed the potion to Harris, he said this to him.

Father Hooker is still Old Yorkson's staunchest opponent.

He admitted that Old Yorkson's method happened to work a few times, but it absolutely could not solve this terrifying existence.

The success of amnesia therapy led to Old Yorkson’s bold conjecture:

If all the infected people on the island die and are separated, will the shadow that transcends time and space lose its foothold and fall back into the eternal prison until it perishes?

But reality taught the cruelest lesson.

It is true that after the residents of the town fled and the dream of the town's prosperity was shattered, the power of the terrifying existence dropped significantly and became a nightmare that troubled a few people. But those unclean smoke and blasphemous smell began to mix with the victims.

The ashes have become something closer to reality.

Little Hook witnessed with his own eyes that the desperate tentacles crawled out of the nightmare for the first time and truly set foot on this land, spreading a plague that did not belong to this dimension. It boldly tampered with reality and tried to turn this place into a

A more suitable place for it to play, and a glimpse of it that will forever stay in it for thousands of years.

The evil being surged down from Mount Madus, violently assimilating organic and inorganic matter in front of it. In front of such an enemy, there was no need to even think about wielding a weapon.

"If a man stabs it with a knife, a spear, a javelin, or a sharp spear, it will be useless. It uses iron as hay and copper as rotten wood. Arrows cannot scare it into flight, and slings and stones are just splinters to it.

.The stick is counted as stubble. It laughs at the whizzing of the spear. It is like a sharp tile under its belly. It is like a rake passing through the mud."

Father Hook always recited unknown scriptures with unclear meaning.

It has been confirmed since that day that forgetting is the way to deal with memes, but it is not the solution to everything. This monster has anchored the world, and choosing to forget and escape again is a ridiculous move that will pull the world away.

into the abyss of destruction.

Memes are the source of terror, dreams are the body of terror, and they, the cursed guys, are destined to be terrifying gravekeepers.

They have no choice but to serve as pallbearers and wardens in front of the tomb of a terrifying existence, and they will never retire.

If the last person forgets the existence of this monster, then no one will risk their lives to expel it, and what will usher in will be ultimate destruction!

Harris recited the plan silently in his mind and walked forward resolutely.

"First of all, this monster spreads through memes. The more people who see it and come into contact with it, the more powerful it becomes. Therefore, only one person can enter this cave at a time."

"Secondly, this monster still cannot exist in this world for a long time. It has been sleeping in the evil lair at the end of time and space for a long time, accumulating energy. It can only appear on a specific date when the astrology is wrong."

"In the end, as long as I use the holy seal left by Old Yorkson, I can drive this terrifying existence out of the world. I only have one chance, and I must not miss it."

Harris nervously touched the medal on his chest, hoping that the glory of his early years would give him some strength so that he would not be afraid when crossing the abyss haunted by death.

A slight vibration came from the floor of the cave, and the faint fishy smell entered his nostrils mercilessly.

The feeling of defying gravity gradually strengthened. Although he could not see clearly, he still felt that the world was spinning, and the gravel around him would turn into meteors that crashed around after being accidentally kicked, and flew away from the ground.

The closer we get to the core where the monster is, the more obvious the abnormality becomes. The gravity anomaly is unbearable at such a distance.

Harris felt like he was sitting on a crazy roller coaster, with the sense of gravity switching randomly from all directions. Under the influence of this madness, his cerebellum quickly reached its limit, and a feeling of dizziness and vomiting emerged spontaneously. He seemed to have accidentally crashed into a roller coaster.

In a group of eternally rotating comets, howling in the vacuum world, stripped of flesh and blood, dancing blindly and crazily!

"Tactile deprivation!"

Harris quickly drank the medicine and held the bottle tightly to prevent it from falling during the activity.

Because his last feeling was that he had fallen into an infinite abyss, accelerating and accelerating again, falling hastily into the edge of a black hole at a speed that could not even be conveyed by sound.

The remaining sense of smell sent out warning signals like crazy, reminding him that a strong stench was intensifying, as if someone had stolen the sewer manhole cover from hell and stuffed the politicians' shady tricks into it to let it ferment for a hundred years.

Harris drank the last sip of Perrin's potion because he was leaving the lair of the terrifying existence——
Chapter completed!