Star Railway: Building a Foundation from the Beginning

When the dark shadow monster revealed the truth, such as the moment when the villain in the film and television drama revealed the entire conspiracy and trap, the audience was stunned.

All the appearances used for analysis, all the premises used for inference, are interlocking, all carefully arranged, all of them are deliberately created by the other party.

In this way, Foundation agent D-14134 came to the wrong conclusion, fell into a trap, and completed the ritual for them without realizing it.

Until the last moment, a complete collapse, ~ without measures to recover.

"This, from the beginning - is it a fraud?"

"No, who can know so much and think so much except those who are in the know?

"First, we use information asymmetry and the inertia of human thinking to guide to the wrong idea, and then in the subsequent steps, we continue to use positive feedback to reinforce this wrong concept, until the last step, the whole plan is completed...... Awesome, awesome. "

"It's over, this game can't be played anymore, it's crushed in intelligence, it's also crushed in force, and the other party still has a divinity that is paying attention to them...... Just wait for death......"

"I already feel that there is a black shadow crawling on my body, this is a complete dead end, what should I do? Fight, I can't beat it, I can only kill myself...... If you destroy the altar, you will be killed directly...... Killing the Black Shadow is tantamount to suicide......"

"If you can't beat it, join it, and directly surrender to the enemy as a black shadow, it's not impossible!"

"It's good that you're not D-14134, or the Foundation would have activated the séance more often. "

......

He didn't know what they were doing.

Perhaps it was for the Lord who summoned them.

Or maybe it's to break out of here and get free.

Whatever the reason, the situation is certainly not ideal.

He didn't say anything, what else was there to say?

In the current situation, it can be said that he bears a large part of the responsibility.

Of course, he could find a myriad of excuses:

That Lord is incomparably wicked;

The Shadow Monster is very cunning;

This trap is too hidden to be detected;

Baclay misled him in the report......

But no matter what reason he finds or how he justifies himself, he can't shake the current result.

Manslaughter is still homicide, and it doesn't change because there's something else hidden — like his past.

He fell to his knees, his eyes blank, and muttered.

"I knew it. He said.

"I knew I was going to be like this, I would never be able to do anything, I was just like that. "

The ritual of the monsters took place before his eyes, but it was only reflected in his eyes, as if it had fallen into the lens of a camera.

Everything was so far away, the world was so strange, and if he hadn't done anything, things wouldn't have gotten so bad.

Could it be that if he had died earlier, this trap would not have worked?

But, now, what's the use of saying and thinking about this?

Everything is messed up.

Everything is irretrievable.

He is like a stupid hot-blooded fool, led by the nose by the villain, and until the moment before the puzzle is revealed, he is still self-righteous, fantasizing that he is the great hero who saves the world.

His eyes were blank, wandering aimlessly.

A wild ghost who has lost his soul, floating around, unable to find his own home.

After a moment, his gaze came to the altar.

The patterns on it were intricate, and even the symbols that resembled words were far beyond his knowledge.

Spirals, geometric figures, and symbols that seem random but seem to have deep meanings intersect and overlap with each other to form new symbols.

Of course, there is not the slightest hint of sacredness, only eccentricity, distortion and cruelty.

And that's the key, the heart of the ritual.

Looking at it, D-14134 saw the smile of the shadow monster again.

With that undisguised smile, the words it had just said echoed one by one:

"Thank you for everything. "

“...... In fact, what we are now is what human beings really should be......"

“...... Before we are completely dead, we can use the key to open the lock of the cage......"

Wait a minute......

Key......

His mind regathered, carefully caring for the flame that sprouted from failure and decadence.

"The lock can be opened with a key......"

The key is the altar, the cage is the heart, and the lock is ......

Turn......

The interrupted thoughts in my mind were instantly clear, like an epiphany.

But, is this possible?

This is not self-indulgence, let alone self-denial.

It's about taking a step, turning around, and looking at the whole idea from start to finish.

It's just that......

No matter how you think about it, the whole idea is too naïve and whimsical.

But......

Other than that, what are the only options left?

Waiting for death, waiting for death, waiting for death......?

There is no better option.

It's not a time-consuming thought, and you don't even have to think about the cost if you list the possibilities.

He will not lose more, except for life, and it is a big deal to take the soul of a sinner.

There were two bullets left in the gun, and in his hand was a tactical dagger with a broken blade.

Not far away was a bottle of alcohol, and more than half of it.

And the floor underneath, wooden, and quite dry.

He opened his eyes and gazed at the last thing in turn.

Immediately, he raised his head and looked at the condensed black shadow.

It is constantly "fermenting" like a giant virion.

He looked at the altar again.

In fact, D-14134 became emboldened after gaining some experience with "sweeping", fiddling with and even attempting to destroy the altar several times.

It didn't take much time each time, but it only gave him a general idea of what it was.

But it's enough.

Crucially, the talking shadow and the other monsters didn't pay any attention to him.

He was just an ant who happened to pass by, and the large number of words explained to him before were nothing more than a taunt from the winner to the loser, so that the latter could fully understand the difference between the two.

But now that's exactly what he expected.

He exhaled, and now he was the same D-14134 as before, the D-14134 who was struggling to hold on alone, and the D-14134 who kept "cleaning" and never stopping

The collapse just now came only because the change was too sudden and too strong, and people felt unable to resist for a while.

It wasn't enough to completely break his heart.

What could be more devastating than being a Foundation D-Class?

“Morituritesalutant"

It was the last thing Baclay said to him, and now he said it to himself again.

He smiled.

This time it was him who was smiling, not someone else.

......

The dark shadow smiled.

It felt so good and it was simply the most perfect day of my life.

The Lord is approaching, encircling it, unleashing His own love on it.

It can be felt.

And that's what it deserves.

All the hard work, all the struggles in the past, paid off at this time.

Its once petty grievances, the few complaints that flashed in it, all disappeared at this moment.

Intoxicated......

It's intoxicating. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Ah......!!!h

Until a shout broke the beauty.

It opened its eyes in exasperation to see who it was.

But the answer, the moment it opened its eyes, was already known:

- Who else is there but him?

He staggered to his feet and tried to run out of the room with the same messy pace, nearly tripping over himself several times along the way.

When he finally reached the door, he stopped abruptly and looked up at the wall in front of him, where the door had disappeared.

He shuddered as he looked at the wall that had cut off his last bit of hope, his legs weakened, and he pounded weakly against the wall with his fists, as if hoping to knock out a path.

The Black Shadow watched all of this coldly, a real burlesque staged by a non-clown actor.

Not long ago, they blocked all portals to this room to avoid any possible disturbances.

That person should be able to tell.

The best end is to wait quietly here for death.

But looking at the way he looks now, it is obvious that he has lost all thoughts and is on the verge of despair, and his reason has been completely destroyed.

Like a fish thrown ashore, it jumps with its last bit of strength, and finally dies in exhaustion.

It closed its eyes again, no longer distracted from looking at him.

The embrace of the Lord is getting stronger and stronger, and there is no distraction at this moment.

Just let that little fish keep churning, and it won't make much of a splash.

Even if you do get out of this room, you can't escape from here, let alone survive, it's completely futile.

Beside him, D-14134 stood up again, leaning against the wall, as if still refusing to give up. []

He took a breath, remembered where he started, and felt his way to the remaining walls of the room.

With every step he took, he groped around with both hands.

It's like hoping that he'll find a switch or something in a corner and let him out.

His pistol and dagger were placed on his waist.

But surprisingly, a glass bottle containing certain solutions was also tied around his waist with a rope.

The bottle was open, unlied, and the liquid inside swayed with his body, spilling a little from time to time and landing on the dry wooden floor.

Every drowning person struggles.

He desperately tried to hold on to a straw, even if it seemed useless.

However, reality is clearly not as rosy as imagined, and D-14134's dying throes have been fruitless.

His breathing became more rapid, his arms swung harder, and his steps along the base of the wall became faster and faster, until he finally started running.

The last remaining hope was gone, and the whole person went completely crazy and ran regardless of it.

The container tied to his waist shook even more violently, and the liquid flowed down like a silver thread, and the trail of water followed all the way.

Finally, he ran around the room and returned to square one, still not finding a way out.

But the anomaly.

His eyes were uncharacteristically calm at this time, and he no longer had the same despair as before.

He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and drew the dagger from his waist......

......

Ask yourself, the vast majority of people feel they can't do it.

Such a scene is a test of a person's all-round strength: intelligence, physical fitness, and psychological quality......

If this is a superhero movie, there may be various reasons to shirk it.

But in the presence of a D-class, all excuses could not be used.

It is impossible to say that D-14134 is sound on his feet, or has been tested by containment layers......

"This acting is impeccable, if you were born in the present, not in ancient times, it is very difficult not to become a well-known actor. "

"So...... Did the big guy explain his plan? I didn't think of anything myself, and after some prompting, I still didn't know anything......"

"I had a certain idea, but I chose to shut up until the puzzle was revealed...... I was scared by 1983-2 slap in the face. "

"That's right, stay humble, I'm Jeon-jung about the trap of Containment-1983, and my face is still burning and hurting, and I won't be confident to speak this time. "

......

Inside the room, the dark shadow still quietly waits for the Lord to come.

But it was disturbed again.

This time it's not a sound, it's some kind of psychic induction.

It looked into the middle and saw that the worm was standing on top of the altar in the middle.

Hold your head high and make eye contact with it.

His eyes were full of disregard for life and death, which was diametrically opposed to the attitude just now.

But relatively speaking, what attracts it more is not the abnormal mental condition, but his appearance at this time:

He was covered in blood, and there were many scratches all over his body.

None of them are fatal injuries, but they can cause heavy bleeding.

He had become a bloody man, with a pale complexion and a great deal of blood loss.

Blood poured from the wounds on his body, pooled on his torso, and flowed to the altar beneath his feet.

And there is a connection between it and the altar, and you can feel the blood spreading from above.

"What are you doing? "

It was a little surprised, but it was nothing more than that.

Is this D-class insane? Or is he longing for the Lord's mercy to evolve into something higher?

If this is the case, then it can also praise the other party, and in a desperate situation, it has found the only way to live.

But how much does he know about the altar, about the rituals?

He even thought wildly, relying only on his ignorant illusions about the Lord, and started the ritual alone.

However, things did not go as Dark Shadow thought.

"Do you remember what you said?" he said.

"When the heart loses the energy that the body supplies to it, but is not completely dead, you can use the key to open the lock of the cage. "

"But don't forget ......"

He shook violently, as if it was a spasm, but it was more likely a negative effect of excessive blood loss.

He gasped violently for a few breaths, forced his heart and lungs to work at a high capacity, continued to stand upright, continued to stand on the altar, and did not fall from above.

"In addition to opening the lock, the key can also re-lock the door. "。