svetikya Chapter 130 Alex
Chapter 130 Alex
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Alex stood in the shadow of the collapsed GG sign, his dark red eyes fixed on the man who was less than ten meters away, suspended in mid-air.
The faint sounds of flesh writhing could be heard coming from his arms, as the Blacklight virus frantically reorganized under his skin, ready to mutate at any moment.
Thanks to the high-dimensional perception network granted to him by the Blacklight virus, Alex was able to clearly "see" the bone that Pei Qi had just casually tossed away.
That's the skull of a super hunter.
On the skull, polished to a crystal-like finish from physical friction, Alex did not detect any signs of ablation from high-tech energy weapons.
That was purely created by incomprehensible, monstrous force, rubbing it up from hundreds of meters underground!
"This level of pure violence—is he even human?"
Alex quickly mentally rehearsed the tactics.
He could slaughter those Blackwatch tanks like they were vegetables.
But facing this monster in front of him, clad in dark gray heavy armor and capable of using high-level mutants as tunnel boring machines, he had absolutely no chance of winning.
Therefore, he did not act rashly, but chose to test the waters.
"Who are you? What power do you possess? What is your purpose in coming to Manhattan?"
Alex's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against the skin, filled with intense wariness.
"You have so many questions, Alex."
"However, since you are the local host, I can satisfy your curiosity."
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In mid-air, Pei Qi deactivated the mecha's flight module and stood steadily on the ruins.
"My name is Pei Qi, and I come from an organization under the United Nations called the Global Occult Consortium (GOC)."
You can think of us as a group of cross-dimensional cleaners who "travel the world cleaning up messes of all sorts of inhuman biohazards, idealistic curses, and anomalous entities."
"As for my purpose—"
Pei Qi's gaze, hidden beneath his tactical mask, brazenly scanned Alex from head to toe, as if he were looking at an extremely rare loot.
"Of course, it's to completely resolve this biohazard crisis known as Blacklight."
And you, Alex Mercer, happen to be at the heart of this storm.
Alex chuckled coldly, his eyes beneath the hood growing increasingly dangerous.
"What? You're like those idiots from Blackwatch, wanting to drag me into a lab and dissect me for research?"
"A biopsy? That kind of primitive medical method is too inefficient."
Pei Qi shook his head, and then, in an extremely casual tone, as if he were talking about what TV series he watched last night, he dropped a bombshell that was enough to shatter Alex's entire worldview.
"Although spoilers are very unethical, for the sake of our efficient communication, I still have to kindly remind you of '6'."
"Have you been trying to recover your lost memories? Want to know why you became the way you are? Don't bother."
Pei Qi leaned forward slightly, his tone carrying a hint of cruel pity.
"You're not Dr. Alex Mercer, the one who smashed the virus source at Pennsylvania Station. That human was shot dead by security guards at the station long ago."
"You are nothing more than a mass of Blacklight virus that devoured Dr. Mercer's corpse, perfectly stole his appearance, voice, and some of his memories, and naively believed in your subconscious that you were him."
"boom!"
Pei Qi's words were like a heavy hammer, striking deep into Alex's brain.
"What nonsense are you spouting?!"
Alex took a sudden half-step back, instinctively wanting to retort and roar angrily.
But the words stuck in his throat and he couldn't bring himself to say them.
Because in that instant, all those fragmented and blurry memories in his mind, those afterimages of Pennsylvania Station, and those unfamiliar scenes that kept flashing through his mind as he devoured others, were all strangely connected by Pei Qi's words!
"Am I a virus? Am I just a lump of rotten flesh covered in human skin?"
Alex clutched his head in agony, his facial muscles even showing signs of liquefaction due to extreme mental fluctuations, and dark red whiskers appeared and disappeared along the edges of his cheeks.
"No—I have Mercer's memories, I have a sister named Dana—I understand sadness, I understand anger—if I am a virus, then what am I?!"
This is the classic existential crisis.
What happens when a creature that thinks it is human is suddenly told that it is just a piece of malicious code that mimics human emotions?
That kind of cognitive collapse is more deadly than any physical trauma.
Seeing Alex, who was mired in severe self-doubt and whose viral tissues were beginning to surge uncontrollably on the surface of his body, Pei Qi did not take the opportunity to finish him off.
Instead, he leisurely opened the fashion interface in his inventory.
In a burst of light and shadow effects resembling the recombination of polygonal pixels, Pei Qi's oppressive and extremely futuristic dark gray MekaSuit heavy armor armor disappeared as if ice and snow were melting away.
Instead, he wore a well-tailored black casual trench coat, a white inner shirt, and a pair of slim-fitting suit trousers.
From an external perspective, he now appears to be an ordinary white-collar worker, unarmed and powerless.
Of course, in the underlying code's judgment, the mech's defensive stats were still firmly applied to him.
Pei Qi straightened the collar of his trench coat and solemnly took out an item from his seemingly bottomless inventory.
It was a standard A4 kraft paper folder that looked quite old, with severely worn edges.
The surface is bare, without any labels, markings, or manufacturer's logo.
"Stop crying your eyes out; a philosophical crisis won't solve anything."
Pei Qi's voice forcibly pulled Alex back from the brink of collapse.
"Do you want to know if you are human or a monster through and through? Do you want to know which side you are leaning towards right now?"
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Pei Qi patted the manila document between his fingers, making a soft "snap" sound.
"Fill out this questionnaire and you'll get the most authoritative and absolute answer."
Alex gasped for breath, barely managing to suppress the rampaging virus within him. He stared intently at the tattered folder in Pei Qi's hand with his bloodshot eyes.
"A questionnaire?"
Alex thought the world must have gone mad.
This is Manhattan! A post-apocalyptic wasteland overrun by zombies and bio-monsters!
And this violent madman who just tore the Super Hunter apart is now acting like a street vendor or a psychologist, holding a tattered brown paper folder and asking him to fill out a damn questionnaire?!
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