Alphonse propped himself up with his arms - let's just call that armored body of his a body, shall we. Since his legs were destroyed by me, he couldn't stand up, and could only crawl. He crawled a short distance on the floor, picked up the helmet that had fallen beside him, and put it on his neck.
Then, it started to look around.
"I... this is at..."
The armor emitted a sound from within.
Like the voice of a child, sharp and delicate, it is difficult to tell whether it is a boy or a girl, and it also has a slight echo, as if there is really a child crouching inside the armor and speaking.
"The helmet, the armor is speaking..."Aoba said in disbelief.
Hearing this, Alphonse looked at her, and she involuntarily stepped back.
"He is Alphonse Elric."
"He's the one?" she exclaimed in surprise, "But..."
I understand her concerns, anyone who sees an armor that can move on its own would find it incredible.
Alphonse fell silent for a moment, then gathered the scattered leg armor fragments around him and placed them in front of his severed legs. Then, he clapped his hands together with a loud sound and placed his hands on the stumps of his legs.
A crackle of electricity rang out, and countless tiny blue-white electrical sparks burst forth from his hands, illuminating the area around him.
In the electric light, the fragments of the leg armor automatically attached to the stumps of his legs and reassembled into their original complete form at a visible speed. In just two or three seconds, his legs were restored to their original state, as if they had never been destroyed.
Is this his strength?
The priest had mentioned that he had the power to decompose and recompose matter, but because he was under mental control, he was unable to use it. However, from the current situation, it is clear that he has freed himself from the priest's mental control. Previously, I was on alert, in case the priest's orders were still effective even after his death, in which case I would have to fight him again.
It seems there is no such necessity now. The fact that he is able to use this kind of power is evidence that he has escaped control.
He stood up and looked our way again.
"Hello, Alphonse. I am Ninghai."
"Nice to meet you, I am Breeze Aoba." Aoba greeted cautiously.
"Hello." Alphonse said politely, "I am Alphonse Elric. May I ask...what is the situation now? Why am I here?"
I remember I was on my way to attack the cult's stronghold...then
As he spoke, he looked around and suddenly noticed the body of the priest in the distance.
"He's dead?" he said in surprise.
Through his speech, I can infer that he should not remember the events that occurred during the period when he was mentally controlled, with his memory only extending up to the point where he attacked the cult's stronghold.
"Do you remember him?" I said, "He has the power to control the minds of his opponents. When you attacked the cult's stronghold, he happened to be present and controlled your mind. Don't you remember?"
I.. remember.
Alphonse lowered his head, muttering to himself, as if recalling something; but because his face was also armored, there was no change in expression, and I don't know what he's thinking about right now.
Before this, I had only heard of his reputation from the mouths of survivors, and he should be a good person with a strong sense of justice.
He looked again at the priest's corpse and asked, "Who killed him?"
"I." I said.
Alphonse looked at me and was silent for a while.
"I have always wanted to ask a question." I said, "Why don't you contact us?"
"Contact?" Alphonse asked in bewilderment.
"Doesn't your phone have a contacts function? You can just use that to contact us." I explained, "I've also called you, why didn't you answer?"
"What is a mobile phone?" Alphonse asked an unexpected question.
What? You don't even know how to use a cell phone... What era is this? The only people who don't know how to use a cell phone are those in primitive tribes, right?
No, wait a minute. I just had an idea.
The known fact is that the Overseer has the ability to transfer us from one world to another. Although the world we are in now seems similar to the one I was originally in, upon closer inspection it is revealed to be a completely different world. Since the Overseer has the power to traverse time and space, they do not necessarily have to choose victims from the world I am in, but can select different people from different worlds and gather them in a specific world to enact their so-called survival script.
Further reasoning, I had always thought that Aoba and I were people of the same world, but perhaps Aoba and I are also from different worlds?
If Alphonse came from a world without smartphones, it would be understandable and unsurprising that he did not know about smartphones.
"Alphonse, where is your homeland?"
"Amestris," Alphonse replied without hesitation.
Indeed, it is a country I have not heard of before.
"Well, do you have any impression of these countries...?" I rattled off the names of several major modern countries in the world.
Alphonse hesitated and said, "No, I don't have any recollection."
I glanced at Aoba's expression, and she did not show any unusual reaction to the major country names I reported. Instead, she was surprised that Alphonse did not know these countries. Could it be that Aoba and I really come from the same world? Or are they two similar worlds?
"I understood." I took out my phone, "this is what we call a phone."
Alphonse looked at the phone in my hand, suddenly realized it and said "oh" in a moment of enlightenment, then suddenly opened the part of his armor that covered his stomach, and took out a phone in the same color as his armor.
"Is this it?" he asked.
"That's it," I said, "This is what we use for communication, the specific usage is..."
I simply taught him how to use a mobile phone.
During this process, I realized that... this guy didn't even read the text message instructions given by the dark forces, and the reason he attacked the cult's stronghold was not because of the dark forces' instructions, but because he heard about the existence of the stronghold from the survivors he rescued on the road, and later when he went to the stronghold, he witnessed the cult members clearing out the survivors near the stronghold, which led to the subsequent events.
"In summary, these are the main ways to use it." I put away my phone.
The phone has limited functions, so I can teach it easily.
"Thank you for your guidance." Alphonse said gratefully.
"To be honest, why don't you have a physical body?" I asked the question I was most curious about.
Alphonse was silent for a moment.
"It doesn't matter if you don't want to say something." I said.
"No, it's not a secret matter." Alphonse looked at his own hands, "In the past, my brother and I committed a taboo, attempting to use human transmutation to revive our mother; but we failed, and my brother and I paid the price. My brother lost his right arm and left leg, while I lost my entire body. In order for me to survive, my brother fixed my soul to this armor, so I became like this."
Indeed, the priest has mentioned that Alphonse is the product of a human soul being fixed on a suit of armor.
"Can the dead be revived?" Aoba asked curiously.
"No, it's not possible!" Alphonse said firmly, "The dead cannot be resurrected, this is an iron rule."
It appears that the past events have left him with a very serious psychological trauma.
In fact, I am more interested in the technology of fixing the soul on the armor, just as the priest said, as long as there is such technology, humans can ignore the lifespan of the flesh; but now to ask is a bit out of touch, we still have to first destroy the core of the ritual.
Without destroying the ritual core, the ritual cannot be ended, and the people here will always become patients.
I vaguely felt that as long as the ritual was over and the goal of saving Beaver City was achieved, we would have "cleared" it. If Aoba had not previously reminded me to view the situation from the perspective of a game, I would not have thought of this section.
No, what am I thinking about this time? It's best not to have this kind of trouble happen again.
I approached the glowing sphere two meters off the ground, imagining my mental power transforming into a sharp, invisible longsword.
I then unleashed the psychic blade towards the luminous orb.
The next moment, the luminous sphere was like a water-filled balloon that had been pierced by a paddle, suddenly bursting apart and transforming into countless tiny luminous points that scattered and scattered all over, just as
Like a startled silk moth that has fled. Soon, even these pinpoints of light vanished naturally into the air.
The ritual core has been destroyed.
"What is this?" Alphonse asked curiously.
"The core of the ritual, I suppose," I said. "Now, Beaver City should have been liberated."
I look out the window.
The scenery outside has not changed because I destroyed the core of the ritual, but if I try to leave Beaver City now, the path ahead will no longer be blocked
Perhaps the patients have all recovered.
His phone in his pocket started vibrating.
I took out my phone and found a new text message from the mysterious person. When I opened it, the content was as follows:
"The survival script is about to end, with 10 minutes remaining."
I tried operating it again and found that the originally empty phone desktop had a 10-minute countdown screen.
"Then, can we all go back now?" Aoba asked hesitantly.
We were drawn into this world because we were cast in the survival script, and now that the survival script is about to end, we should also leave this world according to reason. This is a very simple inference.
I put away my phone.
"Ah!" Aoba suddenly shouted.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Yukio, and Mr. Sanroku... They are still tied up to the bed by us!" Aoba hurriedly said, "Now that the ritual is over, the patients will all return to their original state, right? But they are tied up by us, unable to untie themselves..."
I also remembered the two people we had tied up.
Ten minutes from now, we will most likely have to leave this world. After we leave, who will help them untie the bindings?
"I'll go," I said, "although time is running out, but if I run at full speed... I may still make it in time."
As the countdown was nearing its end, I returned to the villa.
On the way, I found that all the patients along the way were lying on the ground, unconscious, as if they were asleep. This abnormal situation was undoubtedly due to the end of the ritual. When they wake up again, they should be in the same state as before they were infected with Red Eye.
I first ran to the third floor, cut through Mr. Sanroku's ropes; then I hurried back to the second floor, and came to Yukio's bedroom.
Yukio lay unconscious in a calm state.
I made a hand chopping motion, and the ropes binding her were instantly severed.
The phone vibrated again, it was Aoba calling.
I answered the phone.
"Aoba? I said, "Don't worry, the matter has been resolved."
"Great......" Aoba sighed with relief.
I turned around and sat down on the edge of Yukio's bed in a relaxed manner.
"I suppose we'll be returning to the original world from here on out." I said.
"Yes." Aoba seems happy.
"We must also part ways." I said.
"Ah......" Aoba also remembered this matter, "However, after returning, as long as we contact each other again, it will be fine, won't it?"
"If we came from the same world."I supplemented the premise.
"Weren't we originally one world?" Aoba asked in confusion.
"I don't know either, it's possible it is, and it's possible it's not..."
"Um..."
"Okay! Ninghai, could you tell me your email address? Can Japanese websites connect to Chinese websites?"
"Eh? Can't you?"
"I don't know either... We can't connect to foreign websites here, but as long as we climb over the wall..."
"I'll give it a try."
"Perhaps in your world there is also a Ninghai, but that's not me; then...my mailbox and that Ninghai's mailbox might just be the same, your email will be sent to him."
"What? Really?"
Since this world has both you and me, then other worlds also......the world where Alphonse is might also have Ninghai and Breeze Aoba......
"Even if we come from different worlds, and my world has Ninghai, would there be me in Ninghai's world too?" "Perhaps."
"Let's exchange email addresses first, mine is......" Aoba recited his email address.
"I remember. This is ."
I only had time to say three numbers when I suddenly felt dizzy all over.
The world in my field of vision begins to sway, and everything starts to turn monochrome. Red, green, blue, yellow, purple... all colors fade into a black and white spectrum. Quickly, even the outlines of objects begin to blur, and the light rapidly grows dim. The sounds of the wind, the chirping of birds, the beating of my heart - they all seem to be drifting away from me...
My consciousness sank into boundless darkness.
......
"Ninghai, what are you spacing out about?"
Suddenly, my world was reactivated by a voice, just as a remote control turned on a dark TV screen.
I stared rigidly at my surroundings.
"Ninghai?"The man frowned.
I silently averted my gaze and looked around.
The hot noon, the noisy classroom, me sitting in the back row, the fading nightmare...
The elderly class teacher walked into the classroom with a stack of exam papers
Lunch break ends early, and the math test begins.
A mournful wail rose up across the land.
Red Eye, complete.
