However, as he drew closer, that irritating sound became even more pronounced.
It was as if it were emerging from the depths of his heart, radiating from his very bones; even covering his ears couldn't block it out.
"Ding!"
"Abnormal magnetic field waves detected affecting the host's subconscious mind," the system's notification tone suddenly echoed in Mono's mind.
"Trying to control me?"
Mono took a deep breath.
The television was not simple, and the light and magnetic field it emitted were not simple either.
In the original game, it controlled everyone in the city. All the adults were obsessed and driven mad by it, to the point of forgetting to eat and sleep,
becoming unrecognizable until they lost their lives, either turning into shriveled
clothes or falling from high-rise buildings.
These invisible electromagnetic fields had turned into something extremely terrifying
here.
And all of this was being transmitted from the Signal Tower.
In other words, the Signal Tower was broadcasting signals through the television that could influence people's subconscious throughout the city.
Thus, it fulfilled its mission of controlling the city, twisting souls one by one, and completing cycle after cycle.
These people were all just its tools.
"It won't be that... easy to change my thoughts."
Mono moved slowly once again.
He was very close to the television now.
At this moment, his mind was filled with all sorts of chaotic and jumbled thoughts.
Sometimes faces would pop up in his mind, and other times, he would see images of his own tragic death.
Sometimes, he felt as if he couldn't see anything at all, bound by an invisible giant hand, unable to breathe.
But seeing these things, Mono's... footsteps actually became firmer.
Influencing his subconscious?
Was it trying to make him feel fear?
Mono sensed the influence he was under.
Amidst this chaos, waves of despair and oppressive auras constantly washed through the depths of his mind.
However, no matter how much despair there was, it couldn't make Mono forget one thing.
And that was that he wanted to escape this world shrouded in nightmares.
So even though he was afraid and in terror, he would never
stop because of it.
Even if his subconscious was fearful, his rationality, his obsession, and his will would not yield.
"Close for me... will you?"
Mono slammed his hand onto the television.
Hmm?
At that moment, his mind went blank.
Bursts of numbing electricity constantly spread from his hand.
It made one instinctively want to relax and sink into it.
A certain consciousness suddenly broke through the obstacles and rose from Mono's mind. In that moment, all he could feel was endless cold... darkness... as if he had fallen into a sunless hell...
Just as Mono calmly faced the endless fear emerging from the bottom of his heart,
Huh?
Suddenly, a bright white light flashed before his eyes again...
When he opened his eyes again, he found that the surrounding environment had changed.
Mono stared blankly at the scene before him.
A hallway shrouded in mist stretched long into the depths.
At the very end of the hallway, a flickering door was tightly shut. At this moment, his body instinctively felt a shiver.
He felt as if the darkness of the long corridor behind him wanted to swallow him whole.
He felt like a lamb with no one to rely on, left to be slaughtered at will.
In this silence, his weakness and helplessness were infinitely magnified.
And at the end of the hallway ahead, there was a door.
That door was somewhat far away, but it seemed that as long as he opened it, he could...
Escape this damned ghostly place, escape this place that filled him with deep
fear.
Fear was driving him, wanting him to run forward. But...
Mono didn't move.
Even though cold sweat kept pouring from his head and his limbs trembled slightly.
His expression, from beginning to end, had never changed.
His gaze remained as clear as it was when he took the first step.
"Why should I run..."
A slightly trembling voice, which sounded like a faint sneer upon closer listening, drifted out.
It was a bit strange.
It was like a dying beggar saying to a rich man giving him alms: "Your pity is useless to me..."
He felt it.
But he also understood.
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