Chapter 2627 Beautiful Monster

Facing the king's questioning, the prophet revealed reluctantly that the droughts and plagues that the city-state suffered in the past few years were all caused by God's will, because some people in the city committed heinous crimes, so the punishment was sent down.

The young king was puzzled and asked the prophet, which sinner is the root of the disaster? The gods hate this person, and it is enough to punish him. Why implicate tens of thousands of innocent residents of the city-state?

The Prophet looked troubled and remained silent.

It was not until the king pressed him repeatedly that he was forced to reveal the unspeakable truth.

It turned out that the sinner who angered the gods was the king himself. Because he committed the crime of killing his father and marrying his mother, the gods punished him. Three years of severe drought and plague punished the king and the people who pushed him to the throne.

The young king couldn't believe the prophet's words, and returned to the palace in a daze, only to hear a sad news that shocked him-the queen committed suicide!

After the chaos, the king learned that when his wife was cleaning the bedroom, he accidentally found a package that he had thrown into the cabinet and forgotten for many years. It contained a letter from his adoptive father, telling clues about his life experience, and a gemstone ring— —The only token left to him by his biological mother.

This young man from the countryside originally wanted to go to the city to find his biological parents, but when fate pushed him to the throne, he forgot his original intention, and did not bother to track down his own life all these years.

But his mother never forgot her own flesh and blood.

When the queen saw the letter and the jeweled ring, she immediately realized that her young husband was the one who was forced to abandon her. It was this man who killed the queen's ex-husband and his biological father.

This cruel coincidence crushed the queen's spirit. She could not face the man who was both her son and her husband, so she could only choose to end her own life.

When the king learned the truth, he was deeply saddened and blamed himself deeply. He took the initiative to announce the crimes he had committed unintentionally to the residents of the city, followed the laws he made, accepted the trial, and was finally stabbed blind and exiled to the desert. Looking forward to washing away his shame through these atonement measures, begging the gods to appease the wrath and end the punishment of the city.

"Brother Gnostic, this play is coming to an end, it's time to invite the 'gods' to play." Metatron sent a wave of mind.

Joan is thinking about where she is going to invite a god, and Metatron has already shown a ninth-level ability to "edit and play memory", implanting an illusion in the brain in the tank, making the blind king wandering in the desert think that his double His eyes regained his light, and he saw a glorious and beautiful angel descending from the sky with open white wings, asking him if he would sacrifice his soul for atonement.

"Servant of God, I am willing to sacrifice everything to atone for my sins, including this sinful soul!"

The self-exiled king knelt at the feet of the angel and prayed devoutly.

At the same time, Metatron suddenly stopped manifesting, grabbed the brain soaked in the vat, raised six tentacles, entangled the brain and pierced it deeply, greedily sucking the brain, his face full of ecstasy, as if tasting A delicious dish with endless flavors.

"Tragedy is not as sweet and delicious as comedy, but the aftertaste is more lingering and meaningful."

Metatron wiped the brains from the corner of his mouth and commented.

Joan looked at her silently, her heart trembling.

During the period of interacting with Metatron, occasionally he would have a subtle sense of déjà vu, as if he saw the shadows of Conti, Rebecca, Audrey and Hyrule from Metatron, so that Unknowingly, I have a good impression of this "spiritual princess".

Until now, witnessing Metatron playing with the human brain in an academic and even artistic way, and finally devouring innocent victims, Joan suddenly wakes up, Metatron is not his own kind, but a A monster with a beautiful skin!

No matter how cute she is, she is still a cruel, cold-blooded, evil and perverted mind flayer! From a certain point of view, her kind of emotional and seemingly humane alternative mind flayer is even more terrifying than the purely rational ordinary mind flayer!

It's like seeing a toy doll that looks like a human but not a human in the dark, and it's more terrifying than seeing a toy charizard.

Suddenly, from Metatron's experiment, Joan thought of the abnormal mental symptoms of Ishtar, the queen of the magic eye of Udinos.

Comparing these two things, the more I think about it, the more ironic I feel.

Metatron's experimental subject, immersed in a dream, did not realize at all that he was not living in the real world. All past experiences, relatives, friends and enemies were all products of fantasy.

Even this dream does not belong to them completely, because some dramatic coincidences and major turning points in the dream are actually carefully choreographed by Metatron, the behind-the-scenes director. An actor who manipulates and entertains others.

Ishtar obviously lives in a world that can't be more real. He obviously has legendary strength and the supreme power to control the magic eye nest city, but he can't enjoy this freedom and power with peace of mind, and suffers from persecution delusions. , always nervous, suspecting that he is living in a fictional world, just a doll, a "brain in a vat" manipulated and entertained by others.

The brain in a vat doesn't understand the truth of the world at all, but lives a fulfilling life in a false dream; Ishtar thinks he has seen through the real world, but because of this, he loses the joy of living. Which of these two kinds of life is more important? sad?

Joan couldn't tell.

Of course he doesn't want to be a brain in a vat, but he also can't agree with Ishtar's self-inflicted nihilism.

He just wants to live a normal life, and like most ordinary people in the world, he is relatively healthy both physically and mentally.

However, it is not so easy to realize such a seemingly humble wish, and sometimes it even seems too extravagant.

"Dear Gnostic brother, you have been thinking for a long time, can you share your thoughts with me?" Metatron broke the silence softly, "I hope I didn't interfere with your thinking."

Joan came back to his senses, and after careful consideration, he finally couldn't help but confide his thoughts to her.

"Master Metatron, I am grateful to you for inviting me to visit the laboratory. It opened my eyes, and at the same time, I couldn't help but doubt the authenticity of my own existence."

"Maybe let's imagine, does the world you and I live in really exist?"

"Could it also be a fictional dream? You and I are not what I think, and we don't have any free will. In fact, they are just two brains soaked in a jar by a higher life, weaving their own Dreams to please others?"