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Chapter 666 Ideas
Chapter 666 Ideas
Upon seeing this, Jemin subconsciously fell into deep thought.
He had previously attended Professor Victor's lectures, where Professor Victor promoted theories related to bizarre births and spiritual intelligence.
But now it seems that was only a superficial reason.
[I have observed countless cases of bizarre attacks on humans.]
The elderly, children, men, women, ordinary people, psychics, and even people in a vegetative state.
I've discovered a pattern: as long as someone is human, the supernatural will attack.
Whether you are conscious or not, whether you do anything or not, as long as you are human, the supernatural will target you.
But animals don't.
No animal can be attacked by a mysterious force. The likelihood of an animal being attacked by a mysterious force is not "rare."
It means "never".
There is no record of any cat, dog, mouse, or bird being killed mysteriously.
They can move freely in the eerie areas without suffering any harm.
Plants don't either.
Even primates that have undergone special training and possess intelligence levels approaching that of humans are not susceptible to bizarre attacks.
What does this mean?
This demonstrates that the bizarre "target locking" mechanism does not depend on physiological form, behavioral patterns, or even conscious activity.
Even a person in a vegetative state, who is unconscious, can still be killed in a bizarre way.
Apes possess consciousness and even a degree of intelligence, yet they are not susceptible to bizarre attacks.
This was also the question that Jemin had thought of at the time, but because there were no samples, he couldn't know the specifics.
It seems Professor Victor has studied this carefully.
Therefore, the only commonality among the strangely targeted individuals is "humanity" itself.
I spent a long time thinking about this problem. Then I came to a conclusion that may not be accepted by anyone: the eerie is not an external threat.
The bizarre is a product of the relationship between humanity and the world.
It is the very existence of humanity that led to the birth of the bizarre.
Just as light creates shadows, and water creates ripples.
Humanity is the "dissonant note" in this world, and the eerie is the "echo" that the world creates in its attempt to eliminate this dissonance.
Therefore, the eeriness will never disappear.
As long as humanity exists, the bizarre will continue to emerge. This is a fundamental rule governing the world.
The battle between humans and the supernatural will never end.
Jemin's finger paused on the page.
He looked up, his gaze passing through the bookstore window and landing on the sky outside.
The cloud cave was almost completely filled with mist again, leaving only a small, irregular blue spot, like a pupil that was slowly closing its eyes.
Is the professor right?
Not necessarily.
But this is a valid hypothesis, and one that can explain many phenomena.
Jemin roughly understood Professor Vidor's idea.
Since the battle will never end, what humanity needs to do is not to "eliminate the supernatural," because that is impossible.
What humanity needs to do is "change its own nature".
If the monsters attack humans because humans are "humans," then let humans cease to be "humans."
[The supernatural will not attack each other. If a human could acquire even the most basic and weak characteristics of a supernatural being, the supernatural would no longer attack humans.]
Jemin nodded; that was Professor Vidor's idea.
The real purpose is not to gain stronger combat power, but to obtain a bizarre "identity verification" while maintaining human nature.
It's like dressing an ordinary person in a strange "clothes," making them recognized by the world as "strange" rather than "human."
This way, he can move freely in the bizarre world without being attacked.
Of course, this is only the first step.
Judging from the later contents of the notes, the professor's ultimate goal was to completely integrate humanity and the supernatural.
Humans acquire strange characteristics, and these strange characteristics gain human will.
In the process of integration, both sides lose a part of themselves and gain a new part of themselves.
The merged entity is neither human nor a monster, but a completely new life form that has never appeared in this world before.
This is what I mean by "human liberation."
Jemin paused for a moment as he turned the page.
He read the last line again: "Human liberation".
To liberate humanity from the shadow of the bizarre, from endless fear, and from the destiny that "being born human means facing the bizarre."
"This—should be considered an alternative version of the Human Instrumentality Project—"
He was silent for a few seconds, then continued reading.
Of course, this goal is too far away.
With current technology, my abilities, and the resources of this era, I cannot do it.
So I settled for second best.
I need to find a way to perfectly integrate humanity and the supernatural.
Not everyone needs to be able to integrate; only a portion of people need to be able to integrate.
There's no need to resolve the conflict between humans and the supernatural forever; all that's needed is for humanity, over the next few hundred years, to no longer be left passively vulnerable when facing the supernatural.
If the merged humans can gain powerful combat abilities during this process, that would certainly be a good thing.
A large and powerful fighting force would at least make life easier for humanity.
Unfortunately, due to the limitations of the era and technology, I was unable to achieve even this goal.
My plan is incomplete.
The risks of integration are too high, and the probability of success is too low.
Even if successful, the host's will will be devoured by something strange within a short period of time.
This is a failed technique, an unfinished work.
But the direction is right.
I have that confidence.
Jemin closed his laptop.
He leaned back in the rocking chair, closed his eyes, and tapped his fingers lightly on the armrests.
The professor's theory is incomplete, and in some parts it is even untenable.
But he's on the right track.
At least on the point that "humans need to change their own nature in order to get rid of the bizarre," Jemin agreed with him.
Moreover, his experimental data is very solid, and those failed experiences are extremely valuable information.
This information could advance his research progress by at least six months.
Jemin opened his eyes, reopened his notebook, and carefully verified one set of experimental data.
At that moment, the wooden door was suddenly pushed open.
The creaking of the door hinges was several times louder than usual, accompanied by a series of chaotic and hurried footsteps.
Eric burst in, panting, his face covered in sweat, his clothes smeared with dust, and his hair a mess.
His eyes were wide open, his pupils reflecting a mixture of shock, excitement, and fear.
"Boss!" His voice cracked slightly, "Did you see that?! Outside—that—heavens!"
And that one—
He pointed out the door, gesturing wildly in the air, unable to find the right words to describe what he saw.
Jemin looked up at him, his expression as calm as if he were looking at a falling leaf.
"I saw it," he said.
Eric paused for a moment.
Only then did he take a closer look at the situation before him.
Jemin sat in his rocking chair reading the newspaper as usual, his tone calm, as if it were just an ordinary day.
"You—you saw it?" Eric's voice lowered.
Jemin's calm demeanor caused Eric to subconsciously snap out of his agitation: "So what do you think—what is that thing?"
Jemin didn't answer the question, but calmly changed the subject: "Why are you back so early? Work?"
Eric's attention was diverted by this question.
He immediately revealed an expression of pent-up frustration that had been building up for a long time with nowhere to vent.
"That fat pig! That dead fat pig!" He plopped down on the stool opposite Jemin, his hands on his knees, leaning forward, his face flushed red.
"With such a big incident, people in public places and factories should have gathered to await notification from the Psychic Association to prevent any problems from arising."
"As a result, that fat pig was worried that someone would die in the factory and he would have to pay compensation, so he carried everyone home!"
They sent him home! Have you ever seen someone like that? Huh?
He became more and more excited as he spoke, waving his hands in the air.
"I told him, 'What if there's danger outside?' He said, 'Whether there's danger outside is the association's business; if someone dies in the factory, that's his business.' What was that saying again—'My factory isn't a shelter'! Pah!"
Jemin neither interrupted him nor agreed with him.
He simply leaned back in his rocking chair, his expression indifferent, his gaze fixed on the black notebook in his hand.
Eric went on and on and on.
He talked until his mouth was dry, but he just couldn't stop, like a balloon that had been holding its breath for a long time finally finding a way to release the air.
As he finished speaking, his voice gradually lowered, and his pace slowed down.
His gaze was unconsciously drawn to the black notebook in Jemin's hand.
He had never really seen this boss read books other than newspapers before, and the book in front of him without a cover immediately piqued his interest.
"Boss, what book are you reading?" Eric reached out, wanting to flip through the cover.
Jemin calmly slapped his hand away, his gaze remaining fixed on the notebook.
"It's nothing. With your current level, you wouldn't understand it anyway."
"Ah—haha—" Eric laughed awkwardly upon hearing this.
He really didn't dare to refute the boss's assessment.
Jemin closed his notebook, looked up at Eric, and began to scrutinize him with great interest.
Eric.
It wasn't until Eric became somewhat uncomfortable under his gaze that Jemin finally spoke.
"Um?"
"Do you want to become a psychic?"
The air in the used bookstore seemed to freeze.
The flame of the oil lamp flickered gently in the breeze, and the spines of the old books on the bookshelf cast long, thin shadows in the orange-yellow light.
Outside the gate, the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard on the stone-paved road, while the distant factory whistles echoed low in the mist.
Eric's mouth was agape, his eyes even wider than when he burst in, his pupils reflecting Jemin's calm, expressionless face.
"----ah?"
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