svetikya Chapter 650: The Heart of the Doll
Chapter 650: The Heart of the Doll
The joints are difficult to work on, and it is not something that can be learned overnight. However, when it comes to imitating, he has an extraordinary strength.
After all, I have always known what kind of special ability it is...
Can this special ability of imitation be used for other things?
In the past, I had never used any other method except imitating the signature...
The imitation is probably so good that even the person himself would mistakenly think he had signed it accidentally... It's not difficult to imitate it exactly.
"Is this the end?"
It is very difficult to carve a face that is basically the same as your own...but with the help of alchemy, it can be done easily.
Alchemy is amazing...
This puppet was temporarily placed in the closet in the room. Except for the heart, everything was ready. But when the moment came and a real replacement heart appeared, his soul could be replaced by a new body.
The hair part is just my own hair, except that it is only one color, so it is not a big problem. If it really comes to the point where I need to completely replace my body, then this body should also die...
There is no research that proves how to replace a perfect body...
But all of this should not be allowed to be studied, oh, really... I have special permission from God, but this permission also prohibits me from sharing it with anyone.
After all, this kind of thing is special because of its own special nature. The life allowed knows the fact that it will never die, which also means that the body will age, and its own death will never come.
In this case, at a time when even gods may die unexpectedly, the gods want to at least let me hope that there is a living being who can truly live as a friend...
Death and life are not completely opposites. For some people, death is no different from life.
"It's just one heart away, a real heart...ah, it's so magical..."
How do you use the heart as the hub of everything? It's a little difficult to get power out of the heart, and how do you transform food into something that a normal human body needs, and then transform it into something that can be shared with the puppets?
A puppet made of earth vein branches is not enough. We need other things, such as the power of the abyss...
The power of the abyss is not complete, and the terrifying thing is that a part of it can be used for shaping, to make everything return to normal. However, since it is a product of the earth veins, theoretically it is possible to absorb vitality through normal earth veins, that is, to do without eating or drinking, but that would be too tiring.
Being a human being has a so-called anchor point, and this anchor point is usually the same as eating and sleeping. It means the part of a person that is truly like a human being. So no matter what, you must taste the food, have body temperature, and have a heartbeat. Only in this way can you be considered a real human being in your consciousness. This requirement is a bit too high for a person who has just become a puppet...
The sky has completely darkened, and it feels even darker. It seems that a rain is gathering outside. Maybe it will rain soon. I like to listen to the sound of rain, and I also like to run wildly in the rain, but my body will always be soaked by the rain...
"I'm so tired... Let's go listen to the rain."
The sound of falling rain soon began to sound, and there was a very familiar smell of soil in the air. People's perception of the smell of soil is equivalent to that of sharks in the sea, as if people were born from the earth. There is a special love for the land, the smell is familiar yet strange, that smell will never be forgotten...
Do puppets have smells? Can puppets taste? It sounds amazing...
To my future self, you will be happy forever...
I suddenly thought of this sentence and wondered whether memory could be the heart?
Memory is the source of power, and it is also emotion. Theoretically, it is possible. One's own memory can be extracted and used as power, and the other party will also have more memories. Memory is power, and theoretically it is almost perpetual motion!
Like a special rough stone, this thing made of hope...
He took out a rough stone and placed it in the position of the puppet's heart. This time, the power could really flow normally. At this moment, he finally smiled. He finally understood what could be the crystallization of everything. He collected enough rough stones. This seemingly useless thing was the greatest comfort to the soul without emotions...
"This way you can make a heart, a bit like candy in a jar, but it's also a little different. I hope we will always be happy..."
The raw stones condensed by themselves, shining brightly under the light, reflected a strange glow, and were stored together. Theoretically, there were as many of these things as one wanted in this world!
As long as people have hope, it will condense unknowingly. This is a kind of stone that seems to have no use but is dazzling and beautiful.
It is the crystallization of emotion and the collection of hope.
"I hope you will live in happiness forever, and hope your future will be filled with so-called hope!"
I was clearly speaking to my future self, but it always felt like I was speaking to another lonely soul...
The puppet was placed in a small closet, with enough room for appreciation. I changed it into a set of child-like clothes. It was a special set of clothes that I made myself. It was a bit like a dress-up game. In fact, I wanted to make a few more sets of clothes. If the child could have new clothes, he would be very happy... Oh, no, that was clearly me in the future...
“I don’t know what I will be like in the future, but I must be happy, I must be happy!”
Until the early morning sunshine, the sound of rain outside the window can be heard slowly. When it stops, only the accumulated water remains, and the sound of water slowly falling to the ground is left. Only the excited calls of birds are heard. How many young birds will be forced to leave home by this rain?
When the window was opened, humid air rushed in. My room had special drying items, so I didn't have to worry about the moisture from the rain causing mold in the house. The things in the room were enough to keep it dry.
I got up early. I didn't sleep the whole night. I just took care of my hair and went out. I felt like I was becoming less and less like a human. I even gave up eating and sleeping. When would I really stop being a normal human? But I don't want this to happen. I have to be well and live like a human...
"Hello, this is something for you..." Looking at those blue eyes, I seemed to have returned to a long time ago...