Turing woke up from her seat, seeing shimmering stars before her eyes. If what Dungremy and herself had said earlier was true, she had already read more than her fair share of memories. But considering she wasn't exactly a purebred human either, she shouldn't have any issues.
【A woman's memories are chaotic, and the machine can no longer extract any more information.】
"Wasn't it Morgesthoma that Matiema mentioned?" she wondered aloud.
"And they also mentioned something about Morgesthoma No. 2..."
"Could it be that the Morgesthoma they want me to kill refers to this No. 2? The gigantic angel underground?"
The more Turing tried to uncover the truth, the more complex things became.
Turing tried to stand up from her seat, intending to help the woman lying on the ground. But she suddenly realized her weak body could barely support her own weight, and a strong sensation of dizziness and numbness spread throughout her body.
What was even more frightening was that the tingling sensation gradually turned into an electric shock-like pain.
"How did...?"
Turing weakly turned her head. And what she saw was astounding. Turing noticed a bowl-sized hole in her wrist, from where pitch-black blood was slowly flowing out, dripping onto the floor, seeping into the cracks, climbing up the machinery, like several snakes, ghostly and nimble.
This was no longer a normal amount of human blood. Turing hadn't gone into shock yet, which could only be described as a miracle.
Turing struggled to prop up her tilted body, trying to twist her stiff neck and control her gaze towards the blood spreading on the machine.
The speckled blood climbed up the old machinery until it reached the spot where the usage instructions were carved, transforming into blood words.
Options: Kill the woman *
Carefully read and observe *
Find and kill everyone from the McNewdeau family *
The second line of the options had a large arrow pointing to the usage instructions on the machine.
Narrowing her eyes, Turing followed the direction of the arrow and looked towards the usage instructions. However, severe blood loss had already caused Turing's vision to blur, as if there were demons dancing in the darkness in her hazy gaze.
Struggling to read the words on the instructions, Turing attempted to absorb as much information as possible before losing consciousness.
【Treatment for fragmented and disordered memories: The patient's condition is usually caused by brain damage or side effects from improper usage or modification of memories through aside reading.】
We generally provide the following approaches for treatment.
【1. External intervention method: Patients often exhibit confusion in their memories and are unable to care for themselves.
Doctors can selectively analyze the urgency and importance of the patient's memories through aside reading, sorting and organizing them to restore order in the patient's memories, thus achieving recovery.
This method carries minimal risks, but may result in permanent memory loss. Use with caution.
2. Self-healing method: This method can be considered when the patient's consciousness is clear and their memory retention is relatively high.
Doctors will position the patient as instructed by this machine. The machine will automatically read fragments of the patient's memories and simulate relevant scenes to guide the patient in re-experiencing the damaged memories.】
With the patient's choices in the corresponding scenes, this opportunity will repair the missing related memories and select the most reasonable choice as the final version of the patient's memory.
There are roughly two types of unreasonable choices: 1. Choices that contradict the patient's personality. 2. Choices made under the influence of later memories that were impossible at the time.
Warning! Although this method has better repair effects than Method 1, it carries higher risks.
If the extent of memory damage is too large, the patient is highly likely to be unable to make reasonable choices that match their pre and post memories, resulting in long-term coma.
In severe cases, they may even experience amnesia, shock, or even brain death.]
After reading the instructions, Turing was almost about to pass out from blood loss.
But just as Turing was about to close their eyes, they saw their blood drawn in a big circle above the healing method in the instructions, which instantly made Turing a little more awake.
[Why did they draw this sentence for me to see...]
[What does this have to do with me.]
[Except for that one time with Merka, I have never had any confusion with my memories, neither in the past nor now...]
Turing finally closed their eyes, their eyelashes trembling slightly. They keenly felt that they were just a step away from the truth.
[That's right.]
[If there is no connection between now and the past, then what about the future?]
The darkness in front of them receded like a tide, and a succession of bizarre scenes, like neon lights passing by in a rush, cast flickering light and shadow on Turing's tightly squinting eyes.
The intense feeling of weightlessness pulled Turing's soul out of their body and violently threw it into another dimension.
Turing tightly held the chair's armrest, gritting their teeth against this sudden pressure.
This was the first time Turing had seen Options and not passed out for so long.
"You've realized it, kid."
"I've treated so many people, and you're the first one to realize this so quickly."
The shadow stood on Turing's delicate shoulder with one leg, spreading its grayish-white wings.
Turing felt that it was as heavy as a small bird.
"But cleverness won't save you, you'll still die."
"You don't have many chances left, so you better succeed in your upcoming challenges."
The shadow pointed ahead, and a bewitching fiery color broke through the kaleidoscope-like world of multicolored glass. As the opening grew larger, Turing realized it was the swaying tip of a gun.
"You can be confident, these are the challenges you once faced while repairing your memories."
"Since you won back then, you will win now as well."
"Go and do it with peace of mind."
The shadow blended with the background's radiance and gradually disappeared from Turing's field of vision like a stone sinking into the sea.
Gabriel's room, with its silver-carved gold ornaments, dazzling chandeliers, quaint wooden table and chairs, and of course, Gabriel holding a firearm, appeared before Turing.
"Grandma! Turing has just arrived at Tartarus Castle!"
"She's also a victim, it's too pitiful for Turing if you do this..." Raphael also appeared, and the familiar plea resounded in Turing's ears once again.
Gabriel was about to speak when Turing interrupted her.
The chaotic perception faded from Turing's mind, and the all-knowing Turing was no longer afraid.
A hint of confidence appeared on her cute cheeks.
"I am not a victim...there are plenty of victims, and we are all victims."
"I am a challenger."
"Did you just pity me, Raphael?"
"It's too late."
"You will soon understand me, respect me, and even fear me."
"Because,"
"I will defeat all of you."
After Turing finished speaking, Gabriel's gaze flickered and she picked up a lance, smiling instead of getting angry.
"Good girl, you're courageous."
"Let me meet you in your Altria's specialty area."
