Super Gene Ⅱ: Evolution-Chapter 678 - : Do We See the Same World?

Chapter 678: Chapter 678: Do We See the Same World?

The item that was picked out was a thin silk artifact, so thin it was transparent, even thinner and more see-through than cling film.

Just a small bundle the size of a fist, when spread out it unexpectedly covered several dozen square feet, and it was embroidered with dense lines of text.

“Is the world in your eyes the same as the world in mine?” Lin Shen, upon seeing the opening sentence, felt somewhat baffled.

“If you can see these words, it seems that the world in your eyes must be somewhat different from that of ordinary people,” Lin Shen continued reading.

“I don’t know what the world looks like in other people’s eyes, everyone around me since childhood has been telling me what the world is like, but the world I see is not the same as what they describe. I once doubted that my brain had a problem, that I was a different kind of freak, an incurable patient. In the end, I chose to live in an imagined world, in the world they described…”

The more Lin Shen read, the more it seemed like an autobiography of a mentally ill person, with sentences that were chaotic and at times incoherent.

The person who left these words kept saying that the world he saw was different from the world others saw.

Although he knew the other might be ill, Lin Shen’s curiosity was still piqued, and he couldn’t help but continue to read, wanting to know what made the world in this person’s eyes different from the normal person’s perspective.

“Until one day, I came to this place, and I suddenly realized that perhaps the world is not as they say, maybe the world I see is the real world…” The writing here became extremely sloppy, as if the person’s heart was filled with great agitation while embroidering these words.

“From then on, I firmly believed that everything I saw was real, but to avoid being treated as a freak, to keep those around me from looking at me as if I were a monster, I chose to spend my life performing, acting as a normal person in their eyes.”

“I succeeded, they all thought my illness was cured, that I could live like a normal person, but only I knew they were all wrong, they were the abnormal ones, the sick ones were them…”

“I spent my entire life trying to find someone like me, a truly normal person, but until I was about to reach the end of my life, I still haven’t found a single normal person like me.”

“This world is sick, everyone is sick, but they don’t know they’re ill, and I am the only one who isn’t sick. The world is that absurd, when everyone is wrong and only you are right, then what was originally right becomes wrong…”

Even though the text was written simply, without much emotional description, between the lines Lin Shen could still sense a strong bitterness and loneliness.

Lin Shen remembered reading a book that had a sentence like, “Standing amid a sea of people, I look around in bewilderment, why can’t my eyes reflect the image of a fellow being, are my eyes sick?”

“I wrote down my true understanding of this world in a form that this world could comprehend, as a so-called skill. Perhaps if someone could master this skill, maybe they could see the world I see.”

“But I was disappointed once again, no one could master my skill. Just like they couldn’t see the world I saw, they thought this skill was just a bunch of nonsense, impossible to practice.”

“Even though I tried everything, seeking out so-called geniuses to practice my skill, they couldn’t even get past the beginner stage… Could it be that I was wrong… am I sick? No, I’m not sick, I know I’m not, it’s them who are sick, they can’t see the real world, that doesn’t mean the real world doesn’t exist… Since I can see the real world… there must be others like me who can see the real world…”

The content below became even more disordered, even babbling at times, repeatedly insisting he wasn’t sick, the world was.

“My life is nearly at its end, and I have no time to search for my kind anymore, so I created this Living Dead Statue. If someone who isn’t sick can come here, open the Living Dead Statue, and see what I’ve left behind, then please believe that you are not sick, you are not wrong, it is the world that is sick, it is those patients who are wrong…”

Lin Shen tried to make sense of the chaotic content below, aside from his so-called lunatic ravings, the following content detailed the skill he had created.

“Come on, tell me what kind of world you saw!” Lin Shen felt anxious inside, yet this person frustratingly didn’t say anything.

In his understanding, being able to find the object inside the Living Dead Statue meant that the visitor was a normal person like him; there was no need for him to explain further.

As for the skill he left behind, it was something he had been researching in hopes that the sick could use it to treat their condition and ultimately see the true form of the world.

“It seems this really is the work of a madman.” Lin Shen felt that what the person said was all over the place, lacking any substance, what else could it be but madness?

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But Lin Shen was startled after reviewing the healing skill the person came up with.

This nameless skill, casually referred to as a healing method, started with the first line, “Humans are not individuals, but a stitched-together monster, an aggregate of many lives… This stitching isn’t simply patching up but a more complex structure, you just need to find the structure’s junction points, and you could easily control or even disassemble them…”

Lin Shen felt that although what was said at the beginning seemed a bit outlandish, it wasn’t beyond scientific understanding.

But the further he read, the more bizarre and unbelievable it became.

“Sick people can’t see the junction points, so I used the Living Dead Statue, harnessing the energy here to create a ‘stitched-line map’ that ordinary people can see, for the convenience of the sick to understand. The reality is that the ‘stitched-line map’ doesn’t truly represent the stitched structure, but in order to make the sick understand, this is an unfortunate necessity, like drawing a three-dimensional being in two dimensions, an expression of dimensionality reduction, but this is all I can do…”

As Lin Shen continued reading on, his expression turned peculiar because the connecting points the person wanted others to understand were actually the acupuncture points that Lin Shen saw.

Below even had a human body diagram, clearly marking all the acupuncture points, identical to what Lin Shen saw.

“No way…” Lin Shen’s heart pounded with fear.

He had originally thought this was just a delusion of a madman, but now he could see what a madman saw; could he also be a madman?