"Hell?" This word suddenly flashed through Wang He's mind.

With this idea, the four options shining in the panel instantly dyed a layer of orange-red as hot as flames.

In the strange space, the air gradually became anxious and boring.

“It’s a warning.”

"It's a sign."

A biological instinct is constantly urging Wang He to make sure he pay attention to this unusual atmosphere and color.

"After this choice, something essential will inevitably be changed." Wang He had this idea.

Because of this, the single choice question in front of him, which was originally just the simplest, has completely changed his appearance at this moment.

Every single word and every group of words in the options seem to contain extremely heavy and represents the weight of "future".

The huge and suffocating pressure completely swallowed him like a tide.

Even the bubbles of breathing could not rise, and his world was burned into a wasteland of flames.

Wang He discovered that he was extremely abnormal now.

He never felt that he would be as bored and anxious as he is now.

And, it's impossible to control at all.

A different, urgent feeling gradually climbed up his whole body, pinched his throat, forcing him to make the most instinctive choice as fast as possible.

To make matters worse, at this moment, a sense of powerlessness mercilessly destroyed his attempt to calm his mind, making him suddenly full of pessimism and boredom about his future.

Even, he couldn't help but start thinking: "Is it necessary to make a choice?"

"Is it necessary to continue to survive?"

"After all, there is hell ahead."

It is the club where all sufferings gather in the imagination of many human beings, and the situation where pure pain continues.

Before facing it directly, the spirit may collapse earlier because of hearing it.

Hell seems to be such a place.

Wang He was scared.

Or, this kind of mood was instilled in.

He was afraid of the uncontrollable body now.

He was afraid of the current spirit of being imprisoned and unable to think.

Fear of losing oneself, so feel fear.

The double torture is really fatal to him now.

Just like a sick person, I never want to get rid of it, but sometimes I seem extremely powerless.

At this moment, for him, it might be a different kind of hell.

At the beginning of the panel problem, he had been dragged into this quagmire.

There are only two ways before him:

Choose, and then you may face greater pain.

If you don’t choose, you may get a moment of liberation.

From the very beginning, Wang He knew: This is the so-called punishment.

The essence of punishment is not torture, but to implement the "reason" of the punisher.

It is a mechanism that violates the truth, so it appears.

It is a means that must be implemented in order to promote reason.

It is a rule that is created to prove the correctness of the truth.

Because of this, it is the closest existence to reason.

Wang He is not unprepared.

He tried to thoroughly understand the "reason" of this crazy world in this initial option.

Then, use it.

That's the only thing he can do right now.

In fact, he did.

Because his remaining rationality is an inertia.

It is a habit of not stopping and even if you are dominated by pain, you will inevitably continue to move forward.

I will not cry loudly because of any pain, will not roll on the spot, and will not stay there.

While suffering, he browsed the messages written for him by the remaining reason;

“Limited freedom.”

Wang He chose this option.

Compared to choosing "mental resistance" to relieve pain, this is what he lacks most as a manipulated puppet.

In the hot desert, is it important to have a glass of water when you are thirsty? Or is it important to record the map of the oasis?

Wang He’s choice is the latter.

Because, here is not a desert at all.

Reality is like a "survival program" with a huge crew, no matter how much suffering it is, it is just the effect of the program.

He is just an actor, he won't die of thirst.

This is what the "reason" he realized told him.

In this human world, individuals who have been deprived of their human identity are tortured before they personally come to hell and receive subsequent "sentences":

In order to make him realize his situation.

It is to correct him and make him mentally prepared, a ruthless "vaccine".

And this is what the other party calls a "spoon", a feeding tool that can scoop up soup and food.

It is an item that symbolizes eating and survival.

Wang He's choice stagnated his torture.

He was like hearing hallucinations, and some sound suddenly sounded in his ears.

"The pain that humans used to be, and the hell that they were about to face were all caused by your wrong choice."

"After all, you lack the freedom to be a human being."

"It is precisely because you are no longer a human being that you cannot enjoy the right you deserve, so you passively bear these pains."

"The only God is merciful, and you, there is a chance to make up for it."

“But unfortunately, it’s not here.”

"This is hell. Your choice will not bring you any freedom, your choice will only make me laugh."

"Reflect deeply in the coming despair, humans."

Wang He was left with such a sentence.

He quietly looked at the gray metal ceiling, pondering these words, and subconsciously wanted to turn sideways.

As a result, after moving his body for a moment, he successfully turned his body to the side.

"Limited freedom? What a quarrel." Wang He sat up on the bed.

However, what he saw was a pair of mechanical eyes.

That huge mechanical individual, the shell or incarnation of the city AI, was looking down at him from top to bottom: "C-12, do you think so?"

Wang He looked at it, as if he had thought of something, and smiled and said, "Yes, my friend. Please give me some advice on the future."

Seeing this, the mechanical individual said in a cold mechanical voice: "C-12, you have to remember that this kind of relationship between friends is something that humans can have. We are a relationship between tasks and instructions."

Wang He: "So, are you my superior?"

The mechanical individual replied: "It can be understood so. Now you belong to the civic center of this city. Therefore, I must be responsible for making adjustments to you."

Wang He seemed to have a sudden realization and deliberately strengthened his tone: "Oh, my friend, I roughly understand what you said! I just don't know what to call you here? You can't always be friends, you probably don't want to be happy, right?"

The mechanical individual was silent for a moment: "You have no authority to know my number, and I have no obligation to answer your questions. Remember, this is hell for you. You only need to execute instructions and not need extra communication."

Seeing this, Wang He decided to ignore it and pretended to be stupid: "That's it, then I will call you 'pain'!"

"You can't feel pain, but you want to bring pain to others."

"But, how can 'pain' be missing if I want to take me to hell?"

"You said right?"

Wang He looked at it calmly, as if he had seen a soul that did not exist.
Chapter completed!