I was Born in Hell

One second, a thousand years.

Under special circumstances, the flow of time in human brain consciousness will be different from reality.

But this difference also has limits... Maybe you will feel that a few days have passed, or even a few months have passed in a dream, but the "time gap" calculated in years will hardly appear.

But the brains in those nutrient tanks, stimulated by hormones and electric shocks, instantly expanded their potential to the limit, and even exceeded that limit... achieving the effect of spending 1,000 years in a fantasy world for one second.

The screen picture changes.

The sun and moon alternate in a dazzling way, and the rotation of spring, summer, autumn and winter takes less than 0.01 seconds.

The man sitting in front of the statue also experienced a qualitative change.

He didn't know that he was in a virtual world, and everything was so real. In the fantasy world, he was a seeker of immortality, and he gradually calmed his heart in the fairyland.

The statue still exudes majesty.

At first, the man sat in front of the statue and felt impatient. From time to time, he stood up from his meditation and looked back at the surrounding mountains, rivers, birds and animals, and looked up at the endless starry sky at night.

A year has passed.

He came to an understanding and his heart became calm. He stayed with the foxes and wolves in the mountains and fields, and quietly realized the various connections between nature and living things.

Ten years have passed.

He has a long beard, and his whole body exudes the aura of a great master. He blends in with the surrounding environment, giving him a sense of unity between man and nature.

Hundreds of years have passed.

He was an immortal, no longer curious about everything in the world, he just sat silently next to the statue, his eyes drooping down, like a stone statue.

Five hundred years have passed.

He allowed the sun, moon and stars to shine on him, and his stone statue-like body was covered with moss, but he was unaware of it. His whole body was completely integrated with the nature of heaven and earth.

A thousand years have passed.

He realized it, and at that moment it was as if he had ascended into a feather, and his whole person was completely transformed, turning into a wave of immortal energy, losing his physical body, and merging with the mysterious statue.

Thousands of years of faith.

Thousands of years of practice.

Thousands of years of understanding.

His realm is otherworldly, and the power of "ideas" and "belief" he provides are boundless. If all of this is true, he may really become a great power.

But...it's all fake! !

Thousands of years of Taoism are just an illusion catalyzed by technology, and only one second has passed in reality.

In this second, the brain completely collapsed and exploded, and the "faith" power generated after the explosion was stronger than the power of thoughts generated by thousands of believers praying together, and even had a hint of divinity.

"Did you see it."

"Lord Death, he has worshiped the idol for a thousand years and practiced for a thousand years."

"He provided an unknown amount of belief power, far more than those mortal ants."

Hong Yi's voice gradually became loud and vast. Although everything in the virtual world was a scam, his thoughts and thoughts were real, and his state of mind was also real. The energy generated by his ascension was absorbed by him.

A brain is a thousand years of incense and practice.

What about ten brains?

One hundred, one thousand, ten thousand?

In this way, Hongyi absorbed the endless power of belief. Only a crazy and paranoid genius like him could think of this method.

There were constant crackling sounds in the nutrient tank filled with brains.

More and more brains are being blown to pieces, and Hongyi seems to be carrying out the final wave of "harvesting" operations.

horrible.

Such efficiency is really terrifying.

There are probably tens of thousands of brains trapped in the virtual world in the nutrient tank. Each one has spent thousands of years, and the total amount of power of faith provided is difficult to estimate.

"You're stalling for time."

Gu Fan's eyes were cold, like a paranoid lunatic like Hong Yi, who had some purpose behind everything.

Hongyi is not just showing off, although there is also an element of recognition of Gu Fan, but the ultimate goal is to delay as much time as possible to complete the last wave of harvesting of faith.

Bang! !

After Gu Fan finished speaking,

Hongyi no longer explained, but controlled the monsters in the nutrition tank to hit the glass.

There was a loud noise, and the centipede-like thousand-legged python just slapped the glass mirror with its tail.

The high-strength glass shook for a while, causing the corridor to tremble. Fine cracks opened like spider webs, and the harsh friction sound of glass shards was made.

Click, click, click.

When the cracks expanded to a certain extent, the tempered glass on both sides of the corridor made similar sounds, and other types of monsters swam over and slapped the mirror like crazy.

Boom boom boom! !

Blah blah blah! !

The high-strength bulletproof glass reached a critical point, the sound of shattering roared, and the emerald-green pus flowed out like a tide along with the brains scorched by the arc, and was about to completely fill the corridor.

Gu Fan snorted, it was a bit stupid to delay using this method.

Hell Realm - Extremely Cold! !

The extreme cold power in the blood of hell was erupted, and an absolutely cold air surged out. The emerald green liquid spurting out on both sides of the corridor was instantly frozen, frozen in place like a landscape sculpture of ocean waves.

The power of extreme cold is spreading.

The corridor turned into an ice cellar cave. Most of the monsters were frozen to death, and some of the powerful alien species were still struggling, such as the giant centipede-like python just now. Even though its tentacles had been broken, And the huge head with a diameter of several meters was still closing up and down and drilling forward, breaking the ice wall and trying to rush into the corridor.

"Mist, I leave them to you."

Gu Fan ordered calmly, paused briefly and continued: "After killing these monsters, you can leave and return to the ground. The further away from the sanctuary, the better."

No. 07 Mist did not hesitate at Gu Fan's order. The mist exploded into a scimitar and cut off the snake's head in a flash. It fell to the ground with a dull sound.

Gu Fan no longer paid attention to these shrimp soldiers and crab generals, and spread out his will power to disperse around.

This corridor... has no end, it's just a closed ring. Hongyi isn't here either, it's just a trap to delay time.

The real passage is in the nutrient tank full of dark green liquid. The end of the cable light is Hongyi's real hiding place! !

"Low-level deception."

Gu Fan turned around and punched the ice wall. The frozen liquid was blasted out of another tunnel by the force of his fist. The ice shards were filled with all kinds of weird substances. When those substances were crushed under his feet, they would make a "squeak" sound. "the sound of.

underground.

Step hard with your filthy soles.

What seemed like an ordinary kick actually contained powerful force. Cracks appeared in the fine steel under the floor. As Gu Fan's thigh suddenly twisted again, the entire crack was shattered, and the more than ten-meter-thick mezzanine collapsed. .

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