The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

[You are imprisoned in a cold and cramped interrogation room. No one pays attention to you, and no one lets you out. You then empty your mind and enter into a state of self-forgetfulness.]

[You begin to practice the third level of the Blood and Flesh Realization Technique.]

[In the first year, you sat cross-legged on a cold iron chair, your skin oozing with amber mucus like beeswax.]

[When the first drop of mucus fell to the ground, a strange smell of flesh and blood spread, and countless transparent mycelium suddenly emerged from the cracks in the interrogation room's bricks, and strangely climbed up your ankles along the iron chair legs.]

[You were so absorbed in your practice that you did not notice the strange scene in the interrogation room.]

[Five years later, the mycelium has woven a second circulatory system under your skin, becoming one with you. The transparent tentacles rise and fall with your breathing, transforming the rust on the interrogation chair into dark green pus.]

[Ten years later, your ribs have evolved into spiral bone spurs. Eighteen of them penetrate your spine and interweave into a forest of white bones behind you. The bones cut through the air and emit a scream like the howling of a ghost.]

[Every night at twelve o'clock, the bone wheel automatically rotates, pulling the mycelium like a millstone.]

[One night you suddenly opened your eyes and saw the mycelium suddenly rioting.]

[Billions of hyphae twisted into flesh-colored noose, tearing the floor tiles apart. A half-rotten, half-jade-colored finger bone was slowly pulled out. A double nine-helix DNA chain was wrapped around the finger bone.]

[For some reason, you feel a fatal temptation, and everything in your body seems to be stimulated and awakened, frantically conveying the feeling of hunger to you.]

[Your stomach twitches wildly in your throat, and the horrible hunger makes you bite four of your molars to pieces.]

[You use your great willpower to suppress your horrifying impulse and continue to practice the Blood and Flesh True Art.]

[After twenty years, your stomach has transformed into an independent life form. It will come out of your throat when you enter a state of meditation, use its barbed tentacles to prey on the mycelium that fills the room, and finally swallow the finger bone in one gulp.]

[Thirty-five years later, the entire interrogation room has turned into a bloody embryo sac.]

[The blood vessels on the wall pulsate like living circuits, densely wrapped around deformed living bodies, with only half of their heads hanging exposed.]

[Most of these heads have had their facial features smoothed down to a smooth skin. They are all exactly the same, except for one face that has been given some special treatment and has retained its facial features from before death. If you look closely, you can see that his model is about three-quarters similar to yours.]

[Fifty years later, the ceiling has become a huge carpet of flesh, stretching outwards, steel bars twisted into white fangs in the proliferation of tissue, and nerve bundles hanging in the ventilation ducts like umbilical cords.]

[Seventy-five years later, your eyeballs dissolved into two pools of blood. The sticky blood pools reflected half of the city in District 9. You saw tens of thousands of rotting corpses practicing synchronously in the ruins of the city.]

[They also have white bone wheels growing on their spines, and they keep the same breathing frequency as you.]

[On the last day of the ninety-nine years, your heart suddenly bursts out of your chest and hangs in the center of your bone wheel, beating.]

[Tens of millions of painful human faces appeared on the surface of the dark red flesh ball, and each face was chanting your real name in unison, and the sound waves vibrated in the air, creating terrifying ripples.]

[Your blood and flesh primordial true power begins to break through madly.]

[Four states of release!]

[Five states of release!]

[Six states of release!]

[Seven states of release!]

[Eight Releases!]

[Ninth state of release!]

[The Blood and Flesh First Release True Skill seems to have no limits, as if it has evolved into another more bizarre and evil magic skill, advancing by leaps and bounds all the way until it reaches the Hundred Release State, the Thousand Release State, and the Ten Thousand Release State.]

[At the moment of the 100th year, you manipulated the bone wheel to cut off the heart.]

[When the heart burst open, what spurted out was not blood, but rather a series of wailing human faces.]

[The stomach sac emerges from your mouth, swallowing up all the human faces. You roar and begin your final sprint. The entire flesh cave suddenly shrinks into a cocoon.]

[With a teeth-grinding squeezing sound, you feel each bone reorganizing into a more perfect form.]

[When the cocoon shell is about to crack, countless bones roll back into the sky like a landslide and a tsunami. A pair of scarlet, seductive and strangely rotating eyeballs peek at everything with malicious resentment through the cracks in the cocoon shell.]

[Warning! Gene chain broken!]

[Bones are shattered one by one, and a dull sound like a watermelon bursting can be heard from inside the cocoon. Your last consciousness is the bloody words jumping wildly on your retina:

[Breakthrough failed!]

[Deduct half of the payment points and return half of the payment points! ]

[Miscalculation, miscalculation, miscalculation…]

[Warning: Unknown interference! ]

[Error code: 0xc00000404b…..]

[…The system encountered unknown interference…]

[Warning: Your Blood and Flesh First Release True Skill seems to have undergone some unknown mutation. Do you accept this change?]

[System prompt: If you choose to accept, the difficulty of breaking through this technique will be significantly reduced, and the upper limit of the technique will be greatly increased, but your body and will will inevitably be affected and gradually change in the direction of...]

[Please make your choice: Accept – Yes/No?]

Feng Mu slowly opened his eyes, the weight of a hundred years of time settled deep in his pupils. That vicissitudes of life and loneliness seemed to have come from the end of the long river of time.

In reality, only a few minutes had passed, but for Feng Mu, these few minutes felt like a real century of solitude.

In his memory, he witnessed with his own eyes the fall of District Nine under the bloody fungal blanket, and the deformed corpses devoured all life like a tide.

Those scenes were too real - the touch of mycelium wrapped around steel bars, the stench of the flesh and blood cave, the scream of the spinning bone wheels were so real that they didn't seem like an illusory memory of training.

It seems so real... He is the source of the disaster in District 9!

“If I choose to accept

Feng Mu narrowed his eyes, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the armrests of the interrogation chair.

“Will those scenes really happen in reality?”

There was a fierce battle in his heart. That terrifying and evil power tempted him like a poppy. Even if he had to become an inhuman monster, he seemed to be able to accept it.

But the last scene in his memory made him feel rebellious—his reason was devoured by hunger, and he turned into a skeleton driven by hunger, launching a death charge towards the sky, but ultimately failed? ! !

"I swallowed that jade finger bone." Feng Mu's pupils shrank slightly, "Or did that jade finger bone parasitize me?"

The light in the interrogation room flickered, casting mottled shadows on his face. Those shadows seemed to be wriggling, like the mycelium in his memory reviving in reality.

Feng Mu lowered his head, his eyes were dark and cold, as if he wanted to cut through the disguised skin and flesh on the ground:

"To verify whether the memory of cultivation is an illusion or not, we just need to dig up the ground and confirm whether there is a piece of jade finger bone buried underneath."

"If not, then of course there is no point in talking about it. If there is, then it means that the cultivation memory is not entirely an illusion. Sometimes, it represents a prophecy given by fate?"