"My name is Bux."
Yu Chi's mental connection allowed him to sense the foreign language projection on the abnormal baby. He activated the spirit barrier, and the name 'Bronx' appeared naturally. It was as if he was reading a diary, but it was also as if he was writing it.
Words from the foreign world appeared scattered on the diary.
Some of them were lines that could be read in a coherent manner; some were just broken words that were strange and strange, making it difficult to understand their meaning.
Yu Chi focused his attention on the connected sentences. Illusions swayed before his eyes. They appeared to have happened before, in another world, in another dimension.
"Even Doctor Carlop said I should have died the moment I was born."
The more the illusions surged, the more agitated he felt. Yu Chi tried his best to calm himself down and interact with the dark energy.
The spirit barrier was a self, it needed to be constructed by oneself. Perhaps Bux was the prototype, or perhaps that was the original story.
"I am a deformed child, I was born without a single rib, all my internal organs are squeezed together weakly … No matter which Doctor Carlop looked at me, they would shake their heads. All the medical knowledge they had told me I should have died. But I survived, not for a day, not for a year, I lived until I was old enough …
"My parents wished for me to die the moment I was born but they were afraid of blaspheming the Goddess of Life that they revered.
"All life has value, all life is a precious gift from the Goddess of Life …
Therefore, even the most deformed life, the life born from sin, must be cherished. There is no abortion, no infanticide.
If you abandon a life given to you by God, you will be abandoned by God …
Fear and blind faith in God shackled them and drove them … The more they were afraid of offending God, the more careful they were in taking care of me … Spending a large sum of money to install external mechanical ribs … Is this love? People say love has conditions, a beautiful woman will not fall in love with a deformed person … If love has so many conditions, is it still love? Or is it just some fancy disguise?
These questions, too many questions, have been haunting me.
"Who am I? If I am not sick, who am I? "
Yu Chi's mind was a mess. If he lost control of his emotions, he would be swallowed by the barrier that had not even been constructed yet.
The projection of the foreign civilization was twisting his mind …
When Yu Chi opened his eyes, he saw the other people standing before the different incubators. Things were not going so smoothly either. Lou Xiaoning's brows were furrowed, and Uncle Dan's expression was a little strange … Everyone was fighting against their own foreign projections, and no one was willing to give up.
The mental pillar was what everyone relied on.
While Yu Chi was building a barrier, he used his love of archaeology to build a mental pillar to maintain his self-awareness.
The magnificent mausoleum, the magnificent cultural relics, the mysterious symbols …
These passions and pursuits kept Yu Chi stable. Deep in his heart, he knew who was Yu Chi, who was Wang Haifeng, and who was Brock.
However, this also caused the connection between him and Bronx's projection to shake. The illusory image flickered. The face of the deformed man hanging Doctor Carlop's corpse on the broken bell tower was hidden in the shadows, becoming more and more blurry …
Yu Chi gritted his teeth and focused his attention on the sentence again.
[Who am I? If I'm not sick, who am I?]
Was it Brock?
When I was young, I would always wonder why it was me. If I was not born with a rib defect, if I was born healthy, I would be able to run like the others, I would be able to confess my love to the girl I liked, I would have a different life …
But … the person who thought about this was me, the deformed Brock …
If Brock was born healthy, I would not exist, I never existed …
The healthy Brock might be full of charm, might be looked down upon, might be mediocre …
But in his mind, he would not possess the emotions that I possess … He does not have my experience, he would not understand me. Perhaps he would also treat people like me with contempt, feeling that I was pitiful, harmless, unthreatening, defenseless, powerless to fight back, doomed, weak …
Then, am I still Brock? Is Brock still me?
No, I know it won't be … It was the rib defect that made me exist. Otherwise, there would be no me. If I was born healthy, I would not value my health. If I had never tasted pain, I would not have tried to escape from it.
Escape? A healthy person should hate the pain of disease, but should I? I was raised by such pain …
Disease is my creator.
At this moment, Yu Chi almost could not suppress the surging dark power in his mind. Cold sweat flowed down his forehead.
This spiritual barrier seemed to solidify in his mind bit by bit. Every drop was a drop of pain, but it was these that formed this self, formed Brock, and perhaps also formed Lin Jing, as well as other negative choices …
More sentences formed by the foreign language appeared, and they carried even more unknown meanings. They were like muffled thunder in a cloudy night sky.
"What did humans cure?
"Isn't disease a feeling of alienation from others in a certain way …
"Isn't it easy for disease to separate people? We, you, we, you …
"A plague is enough to expose the true colors of those who claim to feed on love.
"Why am I a disease?
"Here is joy, there is sorrow.
"There is no cure.
"They are afraid of us, they look down on us, they hate us, they want us to disappear. They, us.
"Being born with twelve ribs is a disease. Being born with lamella is health.
"Let the world return to its original appearance. They hate me, I hate hypocrisy.
"Doctor Carlop, what have you cured?
"I've noticed you.
"Now you are a negative choice, just like us. You are born from pain, you feed on misery. This taste will change you, you will no longer be your old self. In your mind, you see yourself and others, they are all corpses. Those that stink are obvious but those that are not are deceiving others.
"Hello, Yu Chi. My name is Brock Lenton. Welcome to the Society of Negative Choice.
The mental pillars shook violently. Yu Chi's right hand exploded with pain and he yanked it away from the abnormal baby's forehead.
His right hand kept shaking. He felt his fingers were stuck together and he could not unclench them …
He also felt that something was tumbling around in his mind, tearing and shattering …
"Captain Yu?!" Deng Ximei hurried over. Wu Siyu made the sign of the Ancient Seal. Even Elder Tong and the rest who were separated by the camera felt a chill run down their spine. Inside the incubator, Little Hai Feng started to cry.
"I, I … am fine …" Yu Chi said hoarsely. Even though there were some cracks on the mental pillars, they were still standing.
And there was a layer of spirit barrier that had been constructed … It was restless, but it was being suppressed …
The sentences in the foreign language were carved into his mind like inscriptions, but he still could not understand all of their meanings.
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