Ascension journey - 644. Chapter 639

A dimly lit corridor, flanked by rusty old metal railing doors one after another, behind the railing is a small, cold stone cell…

When Diablo returned to his senses, he found that he had moved from the prison controlled by Polbo to another familiar and unfamiliar prison.

The phantom pain feedback from the stand-in to his chest reminded him of what had happened before-driven by an inexplicable whisper in his soul, he pierced the body of the Crimson King with an arrow obtained from Polbona, completing an item Mysterious ritual.

“…What the hell happened? Where is this?” Diablo, who was sober, found the contradictory memories and chaotic whispers that had been torturing his spirit before, completely disappeared at this moment, and his consciousness finally ushered in Calm and sane.

The outstretched palm passed through the iron railing like blowing the air, which made Diablo realize the nature of this place: “A phantom? Is this a double attack? Wait…”

After taking a close look at his surroundings, Diablo’s face changed slightly: “I…I remember here, I’ve been here once in the past…”

The red-haired man who stepped unconsciously, his gaze swept across the manned or unmanned prison, he gradually accelerated in the cold corridor, and rushed to somewhere in the vague memory.

After touching a familiar numbered card, Diablo slowed down, his heartbeat speeding up slightly, staring at the metal railing of a cell slowly approaching.

The things in that cell gradually appeared in his vision, and then he saw…a thin woman with long wavy black hair and a thin body sitting in a daze on a simple iron frame bed.

That was… his mother.

In the next instant, a familiar sense of time and space swept through, and Diablo flashed a crimson light that covered the sky and the sun. Then he widened his eyes and saw the woman in the cage in front of him covering it. The bulging belly made a screaming scream.

The guards from the women’s prison heard the sound, and Diablo stood there in a daze like a phantom. He was passed by the guards and medical staff back and forth. He stared at the woman giving birth in the cell, and listened between the guards and the female prisoners. The dialogues that came up from the bottom of my heart were all incredible——

“Is this… time cut? My birth… actually…”

After Diablo watched the whole process of “self”‘s birth in a daze, he witnessed with his own eyes the weird way the red-haired baby came into this world without crying or making trouble.

At this time, a familiar young boy’s voice came from his side: “Why are you shocked? You should have known the whole story…”

Diablo squinted to the side and saw a red-haired teenager with a ponytail and slight freckles.

That’s… Tobio.

Seeing the baby being wiped with blood by the medical staff and transferred to the hand of the black-haired woman lying on the bed, Tobio turned around, spreading his hands towards Diablo, who looked solemnly: “Don’t look at me like this, these Things were supposed to be shown to me by you. Who knew you would be so vulnerable in the distortion of the timeline?”

Diablo, who couldn’t understand the status quo, remained silent–

He was unable to occupy his body for a long time. From the beginning of the battle in the silent city, he has been visible without the slightest sign of falling asleep. From this, he vaguely realized that another personality might be wrong, but he was difficult to think under the impact of chaotic memory. But I didn’t expect another self to appear in front of me in this way…

In the silence, the entire illusion changed drastically again, and the originally gloomy prison was switched to a simple church.

Under the shining of the swaying candles, the priest and the red-haired boy in charge of the church were sitting opposite each other at a simple wooden table, drinking coffee and discussing future life plans.

Diablo’s gaze stayed for a moment on the face of the priest who adopted him at the table, then he turned his gaze away and looked at the floor of the next room.

The power of the epitaph made his eyes penetrate the floor masonry, and saw the miserable black-haired woman in the narrow space below whose limbs were abolished and her mouth stitched.

Tobio, a few years older than the teenager sitting at the table, appeared next to Diablo’s focus. His toes touched the ground, listening to the faint cavity echo, turning his head to Diapo. Luo showed a penetrating smile:

“I’m very curious about what mentality you used to instigate me to do this kind of thing…”

The woman imprisoned underground, her injuries and thirst continue to deepen and recover in the treacherous changes of time, only the broken soul continues normally in the messy timeline.

Diablo, who has gradually adapted to the phenomenon of timeline jumping, looks at the woman under the floor that is spliced by different timeline fragments and has been immersed in pain and darkness for a long time. There are little memories related to it. From the bottom of my heart–

He has an innate mission. He is destined to be at the top. He must transform his cowardly and weak superficial personality to make the weak guy named Tobio look like himself…

For this reason, he used evil whispers and cruel behaviors to shape Tobio’s distorted three views. He drove Tobio to act on that tainted woman, completely burying his weird and humble background, and let this one Rural teenagers born in prison have embarked on a dark road of no return.

Watching the priest in the illusion discover the secret under the floor in a coincidence, and watching the red-haired boy in the illusion walk over with a dagger, Diablo’s gaze focused on Tobio, who was watching the play, and bit He gritted his teeth and asked: “Who are you… on earth?!”

“Who am I? I’m Tobio…” Looking at the church that was set on fire by the teenager in the fantasy world, Tobio turned his head and looked at Diablo for a moment, “I want to ask you, you know yourself Who is it? Hmm… Do you remember what the psychiatrist said?”

The words of a certain psychiatrist who was killed by Diablo echoed in his ears at this moment: “…long-term oppression caused by a special background, plus the relatively closed environment in the countryside…you, yours The birth may only stem from Tobio’s illusion of transferring pressure and feelings of guilt…”

A fierce wave of his hand dispelled the emerging illusion, Diablo, who had struggled to get rid of the disordered memory, said solemnly: “Don’t be kidding, Tobio! Diablo is the master of this body, you are just me. A prop used to hide your identity! When I was a kid, I looked different from you, and my name was not Tobio!”

“Hehe, the’past’ is really fragile. You didn’t think so just now…” Tobio shook his head, “Although the psychologist is just a short-sighted mortal, he is right. ——I am the master of this body, you are just a phantom attached to my existence…

“Think about it, dear boss, do you really know what the’innate mission’ you have been talking about? What are the’trials’ you gave me? Sure, there’s no problem with your past memories? Are you sure there will be people in this world who ignore the last name and name their children’Diablo’?”

The word Diablo has many traceable sources according to its transliteration and form, but its main context has a concept that cannot be ignored-the devil.

In front of Diablo with an ugly face, Tobiot stepped closer: “You have forgotten your mission, Diablo, you should have died after completing the guidance of soul matching, but you are greedy for the prosperous life of your lover. Trials are perfunctory, occupying my body all the time, even thinking that I am the real “self”…

“I don’t blame you, really…” Tobio, who walked in front of Diablo, looked at the other’s confused eyes, and said in a distant voice, “After sacrificing the future that is close to the’end’, find back After real memory, I understand our mission and what our enemy is. The two-year pregnancy period in which our mother was forcibly eliminated allowed us to avoid the danger of’starting point’, but it also ushered in too much of our birth and growth. twists and turns…

“Now, it’s time to end dormancy. We must make our sacrifices in this variable world more meaningful. Come on, see ourselves, accept me, and reunite with me, awaken our true power!”

Diablo took a step subconsciously, and in Tobio’s pupils that seemed to burn with flames, he saw his reflection-a red-white man with a weird and miniature face on his forehead.

Diablo lowered his head and looked at his crimson arms covered by the white grid: “…I…Is the Crimson King?”

“No,” Tobio grabbed Diablo’s arm hard, “‘we’ are the King of Crimson!”