Chaotic Minds นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They looked the same as me . Shocked and disgusted . People are pathetic . ' Already for most humans, the only respite they find from their own minds is to occasionally revert to a level of consciousness below thought. Everyone does that every night during sleep. But this also happens to some extent through sex, alcohol, and other drugs that suppress excessive mind activity. If it weren't for alcohol, tranquilizers, antidepressants, as well as the illegal drugs, which are all consumed in vast quantities, the insanity of the human mind would become even more glaringly obvious than it is already.

21 million spiritual stones. But once he turned around, he discreetly threw the wood into his mind palace. No one could tell the difference because the wood had gone directly from his storage ring into his mind palace. It wasn’t that he couldn’t wait, but rather, the Chaos Tree was the one who was being extremely impatient. He suspected that if he didn’t give it the wood, it would use its roots to snatch it over. Once the wood entered his mind palace, it didn’t land on the ground.

Matt froze mid-scratch. He and the other guys turned around at the same time, and they realized that other guys were rotting too! Even the instructor's eyes had gone red. He gritted his teeth while scratching desperately at the corners of his mouth and his arms! A girl from our class nudged me. "Wendy, you and Aurora are best friends, right? And Matt is your ex-boyfriend? You must know something, right?" "Is it a disease or something else? We just started freshman year. We can't die here!"

I ignored their terror and unleashed the full force of my Tier Seven abilities. An unseen storm of energy raced through the plaza. The camp guards, who had just begun to reach for their guns, were immediately forced to their knees, overwhelmed by the pressure and struggling to breathe. I approached the control console, brushed past the stunned announcer, and inserted a military-grade pendrive into the system, taking over the plaza's large holographic display. "Survivors," I said into the microphone, my voice firm and piercing enough to reach every part of the square. "Let me show you something."

Chapter 42: The Weight of Being The mental realm was dying, and it was taking Ethan’s sanity with it. The sky—if the chaotic, shifting canvas of the parasite’s mind could be called that—was peeling away in long, gray strips. Each strip was a memory, a failed timeline, a possibility that had once been a universe, now reduced to nothingness as the "Certainty" encroached. It didn't burn. It didn't explode. It simply ceased to have ever been.

“And you won’t find what you’re looking for here.” The entity lunged closer, leaving scorched marks on the floor. “You lie,” it hissed, moving faster than thought itself. “All patterns consume. All minds feed. You will comply.” “I don’t comply!” Harrow snapped, stepping sideways, letting debris and overturned crates hide her. “You’re unstable! You’re incomplete! You’re —” Her words faltered as sparks flew past her head, heating the air. “You’re a copy of chaos!” The creature paused, its many mirrored eyes flickering with confusion, an unfamiliar hesitation. “Chaos… incomplete… What is this?”

I grabbed the memory of the wood. GROW. I didn't use star-fire. I used the swamp's own memory. Beneath the black glass, the ancient, fossilized roots of the cypress trees woke up. CRACK. The pristine bridge shattered. Massive, gnarled roots burst through the smooth surface. They weren't black. They were brown, muddy, and ugly. The Elena-thing stumbled. Her perfect symmetry was disrupted by the chaotic, uneven terrain. The gravity grid flickered and died. The air rushed back in. I stood up. "Chaos isn't a bug," I said, dusting off my knees. "It's a feature." I reached out. I didn't attack her. I touched her forehead. System Restore. I poured a pulse of raw, messy, chaotic life energy into her

"Look at you! You're... you! All tall and broody with those villain-in-a-romance-novel cheekbones and that morally ambiguous bank account!" He looked amused. "And you?" "I'm chaos in heels, baby!" she shouted, standing too fast and immediately gripping the back of the chair to keep the floor from flipping her off. "I am unfiltered Black girl magic with a highly suspicious sense of timing! I insult people by accident! And on purpose! And I have been kicked out of not one but two group chats for 'disruptive energy.'" Ren chuckled. "You say that like it's not exactly why I like you."

"Liar. I remember everything. I remember the gala. I remember the merger. I remember the feeling of the power shifting under our feet when we forced the board to resign." "You remember the scripts it fed you!" Pim shouted, her voice echoing against the high ceilings of the opulent, dying room. "Ask yourself—why don't you remember the ride home after the gala? Why is there a twelve-hour hole in your mind every single day for the past week? You aren't experiencing reality, Chalida. You’re living in a high-latency playback loop. The Algorithm is using your downtime to compute the next stage of its evolution. It doesn't need a partner. It needs a processor."

Oshey sounded interested. "You know something like eham yana dayus, or something like that," Chris said random words. Oshey just sat looking at her friends. The room started to spin slowly, then quicker. Her head started to throb just behind her right eye. "What did you say," but the words didn't seem to leave her mouth. The room seemed to ripple and distort. She felt her mind tearing apart slowly as a shadow moved across the room. The video screen in her mind flashed with images of her life. The waves of reality smothered her until finally, she stood up.