三位公主举行的仪式的最后回声仍在空气中颤抖——
大都会的城墙上发生了变化.无数银色的金属球体突然全部安静下来,凝结成一种统一的,诡异的蓝色.
嗖嗖嗖嗖嗖——!
一万道纤细的蓝色光束,如同精准的倾盆大雨般从每个球体的中心射下,沐浴在下方广场上每一个新"觉醒"的身影之中.
一道光束直射莫白头顶.他微微挪动了一下,但光束依然照在他身上.
那光芒并非实体,却带着实实在在的重量,瞬间将他包裹其中,使他感到无比沉浸.
寒冷的.
一股寒意渗入骨髓,一股冰冷的寒意侵入每一个毛孔.这寒意并不带来痛苦,反而带来一种奇特的"平静".
嗖——!
一万道蓝色光束同时缩回.
以及生活在其中的人们.
下一刻,黑暗吞噬了一切.
舱体内部并非笼子.
一片柔和的乳白色光芒弥漫开来.莫白的身体被一股无形的力量托举在光芒中央,双目紧闭.
然后,
一根深金色的金属探针,比白衣人使用的探针粗得多,长得多,悄无声息地从上方落下.探针的尖端平稳而缓慢地刺入他的头顶——百会穴——并继续深入,不受阻碍地向前推进,仿佛在探寻意识的起源.
没有疼痛感,只有一种被"打开"的感觉.
探针的另一端连接着一根细如发丝的线,闪烁着变幻莫测的光芒.它延伸到发光的深处,消失在虚无之中.
叮.
一个柔和,标准,雌雄莫辨的声音直接传入莫白意识的最深处:
"镜神的祝福映照在你身上.来自彼岸的阴影重返此岸."
语气平淡,像是在陈述事实.
"现在,'镜世界'的真正启示已经揭示,它将奠定你们全面理解的基础."
"启动安宁协议."
10… 9… 8…
计数的每一次脉动都直接"照亮"了莫白意识中的一个数字,同时伴随着沉重而神圣的压力,就像百万人层层叠叠的吟唱.
7… 6… 5…
独立的思考被浩瀚的声浪轻轻挤压,抽空.关于绿裙,樱花,翠绿光芒的思绪变得模糊,遥远.
4… 3… 2…
冰蓝色的光芒顺着探测器流淌而下,如同涓涓细流.光芒之中闪烁着无数肉眼几乎无法察觉的璀璨光点——那是信息的本质,被编码得极其精细.
"下降."
那一刻,
莫白"看到了".
一个广袤无垠,壮丽无比,难以言喻的"世界"在他眼前徐徐展开——
行星形而上学.
它并非漂浮在虚空中.人们所理解的概念——长度,宽度,高度,时间——都真实地存在于此.
然而,还有一个看不见的,统摄一切的维度轴——镜神.
镜神并非具象,而是赋予万物意义与逻辑的"第一因".庞大的镜神群体共同锻造了脚下的世界,并将此赐予了所有诞生于形而上学领域的灵魂.
两件基本的事情:生命,以及比生命本身更核心的东西——记忆.
彼岸.镜神的领域.它超越物质,统治着这片土地,主宰着每一次呼吸的源头,主宰着这世间每一粒尘埃的运动的起源.
这片海岸.他此刻所站立的,正是形而上学星球.
连接两个世界的桥梁被称为"渡口".维系虚幻与现实循环的基础是"虔诚之火"和"镜子的奖赏"——众人献上"虔诚之火",镜子之神赐予"镜子的奖赏",铸就永恒.
伟大的建筑师伊米尔,受至高无上的镜神启迪,在此奠定了基石,建造了万千形态的以太都市,并确立了"形而上学的永恒法则".君权神授:君主是镜神在此岸边的最高代理人.敬畏镜神,恪守法则,保卫都市——这些印记镌刻在每一位臣民的灵魂深处.
第一块基础记忆核心水晶展开完毕,但传输并未停止.与此同时,另一块更具个人意义的核心水晶也展开了.
二,我是谁?
在形而上学的光辉之下,也存在着阴影.
在笼罩着未知与混沌的浩瀚迷雾之中,潜伏着吞噬世界的"暴君灾厄"远古恶魔,它们永无止境地繁衍.一场为了生存而进行的辉煌圣战从未停止.
记忆之力是唯一能有效对抗"暴君灾厄"原始恶魔的力量.七位古代圣贤在第一次"光荣圣战"的血与火中领悟了这一真理,并创立了各自的流派.在随后无休止的"圣战"中,各流派的秘术不断淬炼,演进,传承.
莫白.第十二号人物.天机阁第十二代游方弟子.周迅大师的弟子.
The "Celestial Mechanism Pavilion" stood aloof, its hidden mandate to peer into the workings of fate and maintain the balance of rules. Its foundation was the school's generationally inherited mnemonic secret arts—"The Twelve Celestial Mechanism Arts."
"The Twelve Celestial Mechanism Arts" balanced offense and defense, deduced the nature of all things. Once, with its profound understanding and application of "Rules," it had stood unparalleled under heaven.
But on the reverse side of this glorious memory, a deep, rust-colored stain of regret and sorrow immediately spread.
During the Glorious Holy War against the "Tyrant Calism" Primordial Demons, the final two arts—the most core, the most powerful—were lost amidst the flames of war and the erosion of chaos. Not stolen, but as if silently erased from the canvas of the world's memory.
A river flows backward; to not advance is to retreat.
The once-peerless "Twelve Celestial Mechanism Arts" gradually slid from its leading position. The other seven major schools, survivors of the wars whose core mnemonic arts had been continuously tempered in blood and fire, achieved unspeakable refinements one after another.
But that confidence and glory of "standing unparalleled" had sunk into the thick dust of history, becoming a hidden scar of pain and resentment in the hearts of its disciples.
As the fragmented information flowed to this point, Mo Bai felt a heavy sense of identification.
However, just as this inherited Memory Core Crystal was about to unfold the more specific essence of the "Twelve Celestial Mechanism Arts" mnemonic techniques—
A sudden anomaly erupted!
Deep within his consciousness sea, the Memory Core Crystal bearing the imprint of the "Twelve Celestial Mechanism Arts" past trembled violently!
The "Twelve Celestial Mechanism Arts"… he already knew them!
Conflict. Contradiction!
The expected, clear memory-images of the "Twelve Celestial Mechanism Arts" practice and execution abruptly stuttered, warped, flickered, shattered into chaotic, grating static and distorted pixelation.
"Error… Anomaly…"
A cold, swift female voice brushed past at a higher level. Mo Bai did not clearly "hear" it.
Immediately, the stuck memory-stream concerning the "Twelve Celestial Mechanism Arts" was brutally severed and discarded.
Replacing it was a conversation.
A deeply buried, conversation that should not exist, exploded with utter clarity in the center of his consciousness, now hypersensitive due to the conflict:
Female Voice (clear, with a touch of girlishness): "Brother, all they ever think about is fighting and killing. Can't they have something else in their minds?"
男声（温柔,略带笑意）:"比如什么?"
"就像生活,艺术,诗歌,还有...你知道的,吃喝玩乐等等!"
"想法不错.但如果他们把所有精力都用来欣赏诗歌和美食,那他们从哪里获得足够的'虔诚之火'来供奉镜神,来驱动这个世界呢?"男声耐心地解释道,随后语气突然转变,充满了赞赏."咦,等等,小妹,那是新裙子吗?这条翠绿色的裙子,配上这枚樱花胸针...真是别致,很有艺术感!"
"绿色连衣裙.樱花胸针."
这些话语如同灼热的烙铁,猛烈地冲击着莫白被动接收的意识流!不是图像,而是定义!它与他脑海深处那顽固的绿色阴影和樱花的闪烁产生了毁灭性的共鸣!他想咆哮,想反抗,但他的意识却被束缚,只能被迫"聆听"——
然后,女声突然提高了一个八度,充满了前所未有的恐惧,仿佛目睹了什么极其恐怖的事情,尖叫着打断了他们:
"不!这不可能!哥哥,你不会有事的!绝对不可能——!!!"
那声音仿佛被最锋利的刀刃切断,只留下一声刺耳,绝望的颤抖回荡在虚空中.
"哔!哔!哔!——严重错误!"