156: Pain is ten thousand times more intense than happiness.
Chapter 156: Pain is Ten Thousand Times Stronger Than Happiness. Professor Qin walked towards Chen Mo, his eyes burning with fanaticism:
"Those mortal brains are too fragile to withstand such a massive data stream. But you are different. You are the perfect vessel."
"Come, give me that crystal chip."
Professor Qin extended his hand, "Join us. Become a god in this new world."
Chen Mo looked at him.
Then, he smiled.
His smile was uglier than a cry.
"God?"
Chen Mo took a step forward, dragging his broken leg, the scraping sound particularly grating in the silent hall.
"Along the way, all I've smelled is the stench of excrement and urine, blood, and money."
"I've seen your so-called 'evolution' turn living people into mindless batteries."
"I've seen your so-called 'mutual understanding' turn everyone into a lunatic just Li Ke you."
Chen Mo raised the rattle drum and smashed it fiercely onto Professor Qin's outstretched hand.
Smack!
Professor Qin's hand didn't move.
But the giant orb of light behind him suddenly shot out a laser, instantly shattering the rattle drum.
Wood splinters flew everywhere.
The crystal chip hidden inside fell to the ground, rolling to Professor Qin's feet.
"You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit."
The smile on Professor Qin's face disappeared, replaced by an indifferent look, as if he were looking at an insect.
"Since you're unwilling to join voluntarily, I'll have to break you apart and then piece you in."
Boom!
The hall floor suddenly cracked open.
Four massive glass tanks slowly rose.
The tanks were filled with green nutrient solution, in which four deformed human brains floated, covered with tubes.
"These are my 'Four Great Vajras'."
Professor Qin said coldly, "Although they have no bodies, their brainwave intensity is enough to boil your brains."
Zzzzz—!
An invisible soundwave shock instantly swept across the entire hall.
"Ah!"
Li Ke immediately clutched his head and fell to his knees, two streams of black blood flowing from his nostrils.
Su Qingxue and Ninth Master also covered their ears in pain, feeling their heads were about to explode.
Only Chen Mo stood.
Blood was also flowing from his ears.
But he didn't fall.
Because he was too familiar with this frequency.
This was the sound that had tormented him for twenty years.
"Is that all you've got?"
Chen Mo, enduring the soundwave strong enough to make brains boil, walked step by step towards Professor Qin.
His eyes turned crimson, and veins bulged on his forehead.
"You want to play with resonance?"
Chen Mo pulled out the Walkman from his embrace—the last relic left by Old Lin.
He pressed the play button.
But this time, it wasn't Old Lin's recording.
He flipped the cassette to the other side.
Side B.
Only aThis noise.
A section of extremely harsh, erratic, and even 'unpleasant' noise to the extreme.
It was the 'garbage music' Chen Mo had created by recording and mixing all the pain, all the screams, and all the desperate cries from the dark corners of this city he had heard over the years.
"Then let me show you, this is the true sound of this city!"
Chen Mo fiercely plugged the Walkman's audio cable into the interface of the giant orb of light.
Zzzzzzz—!
That chaotic, violent, and angry 'garbage noise'.
Flowed along the optical fiber, instantly injecting into that perfectly unified system.
Zzzz—
No explosion.
No flames.
Only sound.
It wasn't a sound that could be recorded on a musical score.
It was the shouting of market women arguing over a few cents, the heart-wrenching wails of family members outside the emergency room, the chattering teeth of migrant workers demanding wages in the cold wind at unfinished buildings, the foul sounds of a drunk vomiting on the roadside late at night.
Countless illogical, malicious, despairing, and greedy sounds were compressed together by that old cassette tape.
Along that black audio cable, Li Ke a highly concentrated virus, it was forcibly injected into the orb of light, which symbolized 'absolute perfection'.
"Ugh—"
Li Ke, who had been kneeling on the ground, suddenly opened his mouth wide and spewed out a mouthful of stomach acid.
But the pain on his face actually lessened.
Because the high-frequency vibration that could boil brains had disappeared, replaced by this noisy, albeit unpleasant and disgusting, 'human' cacophony.
"Stop! Stop it!"
Professor Qin's elegance instantly collapsed.
He flapped frantically towards the control panel Li Ke a white swan thrown into a cesspool.
The screen changed.
The waterfall-Li Ke stream of ethereal blue data suddenly became stained with a disgusting dark red and scorched yellow.
The smooth curves representing 'perfect synchronization' instantly turned into wildly jumping electrocardiograms, finally twisting into a tangled mess.
"What is this... what is this filth!"
Professor Qin frantically pounded the virtual keyboard, his fingers trembling, "Where's the firewall? Where's the filtering system? Why can't it block this!"
"It can't be blocked."
Chen Mo leaned against the control panel, blood seeping from his nostrils and ear canals due to the intense pain, but he smiled even more happily than before.
He reached out and wiped a streak of nosebleed, casually smearing it on the pristine white control panel.
Leaving a dazzling red mark.
"Because this is reality."
Chen Mo pointed to the flickering orb of light above.
"Your system's logic is 'resonance', 'empathy', right?"
"It can make everyone share happiness, and naturally, it can also share pain."
"And..."
Chen Mo took a breath, his eyes as cold as a knife just pulled from the mud.
"Compared to happiness, humanity's capacity for empathy with pain is ten thousand times stronger."
Gurgle.
Gurgle, gurgle.
In the center of the hall, the four glass tanks containing the living brains suddenly began to bubble.
The originally clear and transparent green nutrient solution started to become murky, as if ink had been poured into it.
The 'Four Great Vajras', who had long lost their bodies and were only left with brain tissue, were now violently twitching.
Even without vocal cords, everyone present could seemingly hear those four brains screaming.
They couldn't process it.
These brains were accustomed to processing the 'elite data' that Professor Qin had filtered and kept orderly.
Now, millions of tons of 'mental garbage' were crashing down on them.
It was Li Ke shoveling a ton of concrete into a precision lithography machine.
"No... my children! Cut the connection! Quickly cut it!"
Professor Qin screamed, trying to pull out the audio cable.
Bang!
A gunshot.
A spray of blood burst on Professor Qin's hand.
He cried out in pain and withdrew his hand.
Su Qingxue knelt on one knee, holding the gun with both hands, wisps of blue smoke rising from the muzzle.
Her face was as pale as paper, her lips bitten until they bled, but her hand was as steady as if cast from iron.
"Don't move."
Su Qingxue's voice was hoarse, "Move again, and next time I'll shatter your kneecap."
"You... you low-level creatures!"
Professor Qin clutched his hand, his entire body contorted with anger and pain.
He looked at the rapidly necrotic brains, his eyes filled with despair.
"You have destroyed the ladder of human evolution! Do you know what you are doing? This is a regression of civilization!"
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