radiothebook Chapter 133 Confusing Reality and Illusion
Chapter 133 Confusing Reality and Illusion
Chapter 133 Confusing Reality and Illusion
The mist before my eyes is green or purple, bright or dark, sometimes like frost and fog, sometimes like a curtain slowly swirling.
Those granular fluorescent dots floated and fell in front of me, drifting aimlessly.
But that might not be a visual image, but rather a fragmented memory flickering in one's consciousness.
Memories, reality, fantasies —
Everything was too realistic, yet somewhat unreal.
She saw a cute boy looking at her with innocent eyes.
She saw a stubborn, clumsy ox trying its best to entwine with her.
She saw two indifferent witches arguing and debating ahead.
She saw the gentle woman holding her hand as they strolled through the dense shade of the Red Tree Forest.
She saw herself transformed into a mermaid, swimming in the ocean depths.
However, they were hunted down and killed.
Some wanted to gouge out her eyes, some wanted to cut off her tongue; every inch of her skin, every piece of her flesh, was looted and torn apart.
But what is the truth?
Unable to decipher the overlapping images, she could only let her soul continue to wander aimlessly in this chaotic space.
In his ears, the same chaotic and overwhelming noise filled the air.
The sound of ocean currents, the sound of promises, her own soft breath, the wind blowing red leaves, and—
"It's been almost a month, have you gotten even the slightest clue?"
"Mind magic doesn't directly read memories. Although I've heard that Lolotti can empathize with the person he's using it on, it's still different from the power to truly read memories. And I have to admit, I don't have that old guy's level; I can't even empathize."
"Forgive me, Ancestor of the Witchcraft, but what exactly am I expecting from you? Why don't I just go find a witch who can interpret memories?"
"You know that reading memories is a very advanced technique, and talented people are even rarer. Those who master this technique are essentially in control of all the secrets in the world, and who in the world isn't eager to pry into the secrets of others?"
"Therefore, this power will also bring disaster to the one who wields it, which is why people generally keep it a secret. Occasionally, an idiot will choose to flaunt it, and that person will inevitably be targeted and will soon disappear from the face of the earth."
"After all that, aren't you just saying that I can't find any other help and can only rely on you? Is that why you're so confident?"
"Unafraid of anything? I've always wanted to make progress, find the mermaid as soon as possible, and then use her flesh and blood to lock in my age. Every day I waste with this bitch is a waste of my own youth!"
"You're almost fifty, and you still call yourself young?"
"Shut up! Get a skinlift from a bio-wizard, and my appearance will be restored to its former glory. Besides, I'm just as thirsty down there as you little brats!"
"I'm not going to waste my breath arguing with you. Just give me a straight answer: how much longer do you need?"
"My original plan was to transform her mind, awaken her servility, and make her completely obedient to me, so that she would reveal all the information she knew without any lies or reservations."
"Although she seemed extremely rebellious, I managed to make her soul even more vulnerable. Things should have gone smoothly from here on out, but then we suddenly encountered a solid obstacle."
"What happened?"
"Once we know what she knows, she becomes worthless. Even if she doesn't die, she will never have a good future. She has already given up her dignity, her personality, and her pursuits. At this point, it should be very easy for her to give up her life."
"However, her heart resisted it intensely. She didn't want to die, probably because she had some unfulfilled obsession or some attachment, which made her willing to suffer endless torment, knowing that life was worse than death, yet still struggling to live."
"Why not just force her to twist her thinking?"
"It's easy to say, but forcibly reshaping the mind is the highest level of mental magic, yet it's not omnipotent. Her resistance to death is like steel that has been repeatedly forged and tempered; it cannot be bent or shaken. At my level..."
"That's definitely not possible. Even Lolotti probably couldn't do it."
"Isn't there a way?"
"I must destroy her beliefs from the outside, but if I don't completely conquer her mind, I won't know what her beliefs are, and that's a vicious cycle."
"However, even the hardest sword will eventually rust, slowly distorting her mind. This method is definitely feasible, it's just a bit time-consuming, at least half a year."
"You want me to wait another six months?"
"This is the only way I can do it."
"Enough! I don't have the patience to wait any longer!"
"Are you going to do as she wishes?"
"What other choice do we have? Let her regain consciousness and lead the way for us."
"The human mind has a rich memory; the parts that have been reinforced and distorted will slowly recover. If you leave her alone for a day, she should be able to communicate normally again."
"Prepare a boat and inform the witches still at the mansion that if they intend to continue following this lead, they should board the boat at the port tomorrow."
"Leave it to me—"
The conversation gradually subsided, but other voices continued to clamor in my head.
Faced with all sorts of noise, she could only listen numbly, unable to think about the content.
until.
"Mother!"
A clear call snapped her eyes back into focus, and after a brief ringing in her ears, all was quiet again.
But that word "Mother" still echoed in her chest, warming her heart.
She then remembered who she was.
She is Natalie Lines, and the word "mother" comes from her son, Casey Lines.
The shout moved Natalie, but at that time, Cathy did not consider Natalie her mother.
Natalie wasn't satisfied; she wanted to hear Cathy call her "Mother" from the bottom of her heart.
Moreover, Casey is currently in great danger.
Therefore, she absolutely cannot die now; she must go to Cathy's side and find a way to protect her.
Natalie understood her weakness, but even if it was just to take a blow for Cassie, she would still be willing to do so.
This is the only tiny wish she has right now.
If God would allow her to be a little greedier, Natalie hoped to see that stupid cow one more time, even if only once.
Countless thoughts raced through her mind, disturbing her peace of mind.
She longed to end it all, but for the sake of these things, she had to force herself to live on.
Suddenly several women came in and roughly put clothes on her naked body.
Then she was surrounded by the group of people and taken outside.
She didn't know where she was being taken until she arrived at the port and stepped onto the deck, at which point she understood the group's intentions.
The witches, draped in fleece-lined wizard robes, were already waiting on the deck.
Celestia's robes were as white as snow, and coupled with her tall figure, she stood out like a crane among chickens among the witches.
She said to Natalie, "Just like you said before, only you know where the mermaid is hiding. Come on, my dear sister, show your unique value."
Natalie no longer desires the mermaid, but in order to return to her family, she must lead the group of witches before her step by step closer to the mermaid.
The prerequisite for escaping is to survive.
Natalie raised her hand and pointed northeast:
"That is the coldest sea, but mermaids are not afraid of the cold; it is the 'gloomy sea'."