Ethan was groggy and felt like he was lying somewhere.
He couldn't open his eyes, but he didn't know why he could perceive his surroundings. The body floats on a strange medium between liquid and gas, ups and downs, dangling, as if flowing in an unknown direction. This is an endless primordial sea, shining molecules like stars in the sky roaming around his elbows, all around is vast and boundless, covered by a blue mist that emanates from nowhere.
Ethan intuition that this is an extremely holy and distant place, and this distance is not only in distance, but also in time. Perhaps as ancient as the city he had been to with its emerald sun and strangely pointed buildings. Peace and tranquility permeated his limbs, making him feel so comfortable that he wanted to sigh.
He slowly opened his eyes, and through the translucent blue mist, he saw many swirls of galaxies spinning. They are filled with a splendid glow like neon clothes, the cantilevers twist and twist each other, hundreds of millions of stars span the sky, and countless civilizations are born and die in the blink of an eye.
And beside him, in the eternal sea with no beginning and no end, there are many translucent creatures that are huge enough to be hundreds of stories high moving slowly. They vary greatly in shape and size. Some are like a suffocated basketball, with tiny hands all over the body slapping each other in the air, making a snapping sound; some are more like a tangled mass of Neurons, like long synaptic snakes, twisted and twisted with each other, among them, large swaths of body weight and black dots shuddered; some were like hard rock mountains, and their heavy bodies swayed on the sea. There were high waves, but there were many soft flesh-colored substances stretched out and wrapped around those hard bodies, occasionally changing their shape. There are some things that do not know whether it is liquid or solid flowing in their bodies, and strange streamers roam among those living bodies that do not know the material. They looked weird, old and clunky, with Ethan in their midst as tiny as a grain of sand.
He didn't know what those things were, whether they sensed his presence, whether they were good or bad for him. He just felt as if his hands and feet were filled with lead, and he couldn't move.
About 100 meters away from him, a creature that looked like a slug as tall as a mountain was slowly swimming past, with many winding tentacles on its head, and each tentacle had a melting-like shape on top of it. human head shape thing. Through the translucent skin, you can even vaguely see the internal organs pushing against each other, the internal organs of a large aircraft. However, on the surface of the smooth skin, there seemed to be several large opaque lumps like psoriasis, squirming along with its slow movements, and sometimes oozing viscous yellow-brown juice. Ethan had a gut feeling that it was sick.
What are these things? Why give people a feeling of trepidation in the face of too many super-creatures beyond themselves.
A sense of insignificance in which fate is completely in control.
"Dirty..." A voice, no, to be precise, a strong thought suddenly captured his entire consciousness. He turned his head abruptly and found that at some point, at a distance of less than fifty meters from him, there stood the flat-shaped lifeform with all hands just now. Even if Ethan looked up like this, he couldn't see the whole picture. It was silent, and it suddenly appeared in front of him like an arrogant building.
"Dirty... Corruption... Destroy..." These thoughts burst into Ethan's mind one after another. The severe pain made him want to scream, but he opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound.
He opened his eyes wide and watched the dense hand-like organs all over its body suddenly wave violently at the same time, as if hundreds of people were clapping their hands. One of the hands suddenly stretched forward, enlarged and inflated like a balloon. Then it swatted down Ethan like a fly! Ethan couldn't move, and watched as the huge hand like a small house quickly approached him.
He jerked out of his coma, choking with an asthmatic choking sound as he inhaled violently. His eyes were wide and his hands were scratching in the air. Suddenly, his hand was tightly grasped by the other hand, and the familiar faint smell of sandalwood suddenly permeated.
Ethan's struggling movements stopped, but his wide eyes were reluctant to blink. His lips began to tremble, his body began to tremble, and he said, "I'm not dreaming, am I?"
"It's a pity, you're dreaming." Tanissell gently curved his gray eyes, and his soft, curly blond hair fell on his brows, "Your consciousness has just gone to a very dangerous place, fortunately, I I brought you back in time."
The priest gently rubbed the back of Ethan's hand with his thumb. The touch was so real, how could it be a dream
Ethan suddenly slammed forward and pulled Tanisel's hand that he still held, wrapping it around Tanisel's body as if he was afraid that someone would run away. The priest did not struggle, except for the initial exclamation, only a series of low muffled laughter came out. Tanissell lay on Ethan's chest like that, blond hair rubbing against his lightly bearded chin. Ethan felt the real weight in his chest and took a deep breath with nostalgia.
"Think of me that much?" Tanisel turned his face sideways, his moist pink lips rubbing against Ethan's Adam's apple.
Ethan held his hand even harder, answering silently.
"Sorry, I'm under house arrest now and can't come here. You... have you seen Theo'Neill?" Tanisel also stretched out his arms and wrapped his arms around Ethan's increasingly thin waist. Ethan's body is being consumed, his cheeks are paler than before, losing their once healthy ruddy, and there is a bruise under his eyes, looking exhausted.
Ethan's voice was hoarse and weak, "He told me something, I think he was lying to me."
Tanissell propped up his body a little and stroked Ethan's cheek pitifully, "What did he say?"
"He said I was not my father's biological son."
Tanissell seemed to be very sad for him, showing a sad look, and sighed lightly from his breath, "No one can erase the past of you and your father living together. Not even DNA."
Ethan nodded, showing a wry smile.
"Listen to Ethan, I don't have much time. If you and I are here too long, someone will discover our special connection. I need to tell you something." There seemed to be a deep reluctance on the bloodless face, "I guess, the priest has let you directly touch the egg of the goddess, isn't it?"
Ethan shivered at the thought of the severe pain, and nodded.
"Theo'Neill has always had a conjecture. He thinks that the eggs of the gods are not gifts from the gods. On the contrary, he thinks that they are trigger bombs." Tanisel briefly told Ethan A conjecture about the use of the Sequencer's Egg to detect and destroy the entropy in the universe, "So, he will want to use you to test the limits of the Sequencer's Egg. You don't really have the Sequencer's Egg now, though. Explosion, but the entropy in your body will still sense the egg of the Sequence God, which means..." Tanisel pressed Ethan's shoulder. There are things in this universe that shouldn't exist."
Ethan recalled the endless ocean of not just liquid or gas, the countless rotating galaxies, and the translucent giant creatures that moved past him. Could it be... Is that the projection of the world of the Prelude in his consciousness
"I'm... something that shouldn't exist..." Ethan put his hands over his eyes and chuckled.
"This perception is obviously two-way. When you feel that you see them, they also see you." Tanisel said seriously, "This is very dangerous. But as long as you are not in a mutated state, They shouldn't be able to move you yet."
"So I have to control my emotions and try not to show things that shouldn't be seen, right?" Ethan asked calmly, removing his hands covering his eyes.
Taniser nodded, "The priest and I have a lot of views... not the same, you have to be careful with him, when talking to him, don't look into his eyes, especially don't look into his third eye."
"I understand."
Tanisel reached out and gently brushed away Ethan's long forehead, his eyes were as soft and mellow as intoxicating wine, "I already have a plan, and I will come to pick you up soon. Hold on a little longer, protect yourself, and don't let others notice you."
After saying that, he leaned down, and the rosy lips were printed on Ethan's lips.
Then Tanithel disappeared, and Ethan opened his eyes again.
He was lying on the bed in the room where he had been arranged, with dim lights on the ceiling, silent furniture all around, no translucent monsters and no Tanithel.
Ethan felt numb in his legs and didn't know how long he had been lying down. He hesitated for a moment, pulled the railing beside the bed and sat up, stretched out his right hand and touched his lips lightly.
The goodbye kiss felt so real, he could almost taste Tanisel's lips.
The moment he woke up, the sleep chamber that monitored his brainwaves had sent a signal to the guards and Theonier who were escorting Ethan. The door opened in a short time, and the guard held Rob down and stared at him, "Priest Eve asked me to take you to see him and prepare for the next stage of the experiment."
The experiment site is still the same strange building in the heart of Mars as before. There is white everywhere, and even the clothes of all the researchers are white, which will cause heavy psychological pressure to watch for a long time.
Seeing that the space here is so large, Ethan suspects that the hadron collider used to create antimatter is here.
Ethan was taken into a hall, and this time it was no longer just Theo'Neill facing him alone. Ethan also saw the doctor named Bruno who was introduced by Tanisel the last time he came to Mars - also the current zero. The main person in charge of the plan.
The old man was looking at him with a mixture of curiosity, blankness, and even rejection, as if he was not seeing a person, but a strange-looking animal that he had never seen before. Ethan had an intuition, he probably knew that he had three sets of chromosomes in his genes, but he chose not to report it.
Because if the upper class knew that he was a mutant, he would have been isolated long ago, just like Adam before.
Ethan was pressed onto the chair again, and even the collar was firmly attached to the armchair's backrest. His heart beat faster, and he didn't know what kind of torture this time would be.
Theo Neil smiled at Ethan Wenya, and in his open right hand, there was still the broken egg of the Sequence God.
"Today, I'll start teaching you how to activate the Prologue's Egg without being vaporized."