mtlumby2d Chapter 896 Epilepsy
Chapter 896 Epilepsy
Inside the intensive care unit of the Capital Hospital...
A man with extensive burns all over his body slowly opened his eyes.
"Am I...still alive?"
A jumble of memories washed over him, making it hard for him to tell who he really was.
Is he firefighter Vic? Or dragon rider Vic?
During his coma, he had a very long dream.
He dreamt that he became a warrior favored by the dragons. With the help of his teacher, he gradually grew into a dragon-blooded demigod.
In the end, he confessed his feelings to his teacher, and the two became husband and wife. Under the watchful eyes of all the dragons, they ascended to godhood.
However, that beautiful dream came to an abrupt end at its climax. When he woke up, he found himself in a cold intensive care unit.
The pristine white room gave off a chilly feeling, making him feel as if he were in an ice cellar.
However, this feeling only came from his mind; in reality, his skin had lost all sensation. But some strange phantom pains continued to torment him.
"It hurts……"
"Oh? You actually survived too. Those so-called believers failed my test, but you outsiders actually passed it." A strange voice came.
Vic's eyes moved. His eyes had been burned by the flames, and his vision had been severely impaired, but he could still make out some of the things around him.
However, he did not see anyone else in sight.
"You have passed the test, so I will bestow upon you a favor. Hehehe..."
“Who…” Vic asked.
"..."
The voice disappeared, and Vic even thought it was his imagination.
However, it seemed as if a seed had been planted in his heart. He tried to sense that thing, and in an instant, a cluster of flames ignited at his fingertips.
The moment the flames appeared, an alarm sounded in the monitoring room.
A moment later, two nurses rushed in.
"What happened? Why was the fire department called?"
At this moment, the flame on Vic's fingertip went out, and the two nurses did not notice anything unusual.
"The patient seems to have woken up!"
"Look at my fingers, how many is this?"
"2..."
"She's really awake! Quickly, call the doctor..."
"..."
After a flurry of activity, Vic was moved to a regular ward.
After all, the daily cost of the intensive care unit is too high. It was only because Vic had saved some money that he didn't even have the opportunity to receive treatment.
However, he has now returned to square one. Not only is his bank account balance zero, but he also owes a lot of money.
He had originally planned to use the money to marry his fiancée, but things didn't go as planned.
Just as he was lost in thought, the door to the ward opened, and a beautiful woman with a cold expression walked in.
Vic's eyes flickered; this woman was his fiancée.
They met at a matchmaking event and dated for less than a month before getting engaged simply because they were a good match.
Vic felt a pang of disappointment; he could already guess the other party's intentions.
Moreover, Vic finally understood why his dream was about a wedding, because he discovered that his fiancée and the teacher in his dream looked somewhat alike.
Perhaps I longed to marry him, which is why I had that dream?
But all of this is probably just wishful thinking now.
The woman silently sat down beside Vic's bed.
“…I’m sorry, I’m afraid I can’t marry you,” Vic said weakly.
He felt that it was much more dignified to speak up on such matters himself than to be rejected by others.
"I'm not here today to discuss this. Besides, since we've already entered into a marriage agreement, there's no need to cancel it, especially since you're still alive." The woman's voice remained cold. She always spoke like this, seemingly unapproachable.
Vic was somewhat bewildered upon hearing this. He didn't quite understand why, even after all he had done, the other party was still unwilling to give up the engagement.
Seemingly noticing Vic's confusion, the woman continued, "I made a bet with Death that I would marry you if you lived. It seems Death lost the bet."
“Why did you choose this path? I have no hope left; there is only suffering by my side,” Vic asked in surprise.
"I don't know, maybe I've just had a too easy life." The woman reached out and touched Vic's cheek.
Vic felt somewhat helpless, yet deeply moved. But deep down, he felt a profound fear—a fear of the future.
“I appreciate your feelings, but there’s no need to gamble your entire life for a moment of impulse,” Vic advised.
“You don’t need to say anything more, my mind is made up. Also, I received a call today. It seemed to be from your teammate. He said he would cover your medical expenses, but he hopes you will be transferred to another hospital. I need to ask for your opinion.”
"Who is it?" Vic felt another surge of emotion; he hadn't expected so many people to still care about him.
……
Three days later, a special plane landed smoothly.
This plane was chartered specifically by forensic experts to transport patients.
After several days of his persistent persuasion, many of the seriously injured firefighters are willing to settle in this city.
For those who were unwilling, the forensic doctor also gave them a settlement allowance to ensure their livelihood afterward.
With the arrival of these firefighters, Grek began to pay attention to them.
At that moment, Greck was sitting in his office reviewing the hospital's surveillance footage.
He began to observe the injured firefighters, and after observing them for a while, he sighed.
He sensed that most of those people had accepted the gift of the Mad Fire. In other words, there was a high probability that many assassins would emerge from among them.
The thought of this made Greke feel uneasy.
But he didn't follow that feeling. Instead, Grek sat there and began to observe his thoughts, trying to figure out what was really causing him discomfort.
It's really strange that these scenes could still make him feel uncomfortable, even though they were just a dream.
Through his observations, Greck discovered a very interesting phenomenon.
That is, the moment he has a thought, his mind follows that thought.
The moment Grek saw those firefighters, he knew in his heart that they had been blessed by the mad fire.
Once this basic definition is established, all sorts of related ideas immediately arise.
For example...
"There must be an assassin among us..."
"One or more of them want to assassinate me..."
"I should also be wary of them..."
"I should never have brought them here..."
Seeing these increasingly outdated ideas, Greck was both amused and exasperated. His mind was once again playing along with the scenes of this world.
Just one glance is enough to create so many stories and generate so much trouble.
And the object of this trouble is actually "me".
"But even I am an illusion in this dream world, so why am I still afraid that those troublesome things will happen to 'me'?"
After observing carefully for a while, Greck finally discovered the reason.
He discovered that in the moments when he followed those chaotic thoughts, a self-constructed entity from within him appeared.
This false self is even more false than the dream itself. It will simply react emotionally to those chaotic thoughts.
As long as Greke takes him seriously, those feelings become real.
Grek brought his attention back to his breathing.
The moment his attention focused on his breathing, that false self vanished. All of Grek's troubles disappeared as well.
Because those receptors for afflictions have disappeared, the afflictions also disappear the moment the false self vanishes.
As long as Greke doesn't follow those thoughts, those empty thoughts can no longer affect him.
"A false self arises from a single thought."
"When I become aware of a situation, my mind begins to react to it, and it generates all sorts of thoughts based on that situation."
"And the subject of these thoughts always points to the false self. As long as the concept of the false self arises, these thoughts can affect me."
"So, as long as I focus on awareness the moment that thought arises, I let those empty thoughts flow by without paying attention to them."
"Then that illusory self will not appear, and I will not feel any trouble."
"But unfortunately, I get distracted, and my mental strength is not as strong as it used to be. I can't be aware of every situation at all times. So I still get emotional outbursts of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness in an instant."
"Situations can give rise to thoughts in my mind. This seems to happen naturally. Thoughts appear instantly and are not something I can control."
"I can't control what I think every single time; the only thing I can do is not follow those thoughts."
A scene came to Greck's mind.
That is, humans, or rather all living beings, are swimming in the river of thoughts.
Because these thoughts flowed so turbulently, people were unable to control their bodies and could only rise and fall with the tide of these thoughts.
These surging thoughts may be the force of fate that Dio has never been able to comprehend.
People are powerless to resist these thoughts, or rather, if they try to resist them, they only sink deeper into depravity.
Because whether you resist or conform, you are essentially acknowledging the existence of that false self that is drowning in the river of thoughts.
As long as that false self exists, the surging river will carry him along, following his predetermined fate.
At this moment, it was as if Grek had stood on the shore, and he could see a fake version of himself being swept up by thoughts.
That was a false self that had been created in his mind. Grek wanted to help him, but he was powerless to do so.
All he can do now is stand on the bank and watch. The river of his thoughts cannot affect him on the bank, but it can affect the false self created by his thoughts.
And that false self is composed of these surging rivers of thoughts; they are inseparable. Without the rivers of thoughts, the false self disappears.
Without that false self, the river of thoughts loses its object of action and disappears.
Greck, who was observing from the shore, was actually just one part of this whole situation.
When the false self and the river of thoughts disappear simultaneously, then the observing Greke will also disappear, because the three of them are originally one.
Meanwhile, inside a tall tower.
The sealed mad god suddenly trembled.
His body has fully recovered after such a long period of self-repair.
Just as he was about to open his eyes, a black cane tapped him. This silenced the Mad God once more.
"What happened? Why did he almost wake up again?" The Dark Side stepped forward to investigate, but after a long time, they still couldn't find any results.
"Perhaps it's just a normal reaction. But to be on the safe side, let's reinforce the dream seal a bit more."
……
At that moment, Grek, who was in his hospital office, also trembled.