"It's different now... You posthumans who have awakened your Higher Consciousness," Magus gazed at the male posthuman before her with indifference, speaking softly, "Your understanding of Higher Consciousness is shockingly lacking."
Bohemia obediently nodded but then realized and asked, "Ah? What do you an?"
The unfamiliar man with dark skin furrowed his brows, confused and displeased by Magus' words. Although he couldn't see the two people in the Astral Plane, his gaze wandered without focus as he asked, "You're quite confident. Why are you contacting ? Who are you? And how did you make yourself invisible to ?"
"The posthumans who established this Conceptual Museum are from my generation. After all these years, not many of them have survived," Magus sighed softly, surveying the village around her, created through the power of Higher Consciousness. "As a result, much of the knowledge regarding the usage of the Conceptual Museum has been lost... You've rely been using it as a ans to connect with a particular apocalyptic world, greatly underutilizing its potential."
Both Bohemia and the man were intrigued. After hesitating for a mont, the man replied, "I was randomly transported to this world and just found out that there's a branch of the Conceptual Museum there... Does the Conceptual Museum have other functions?"
Many years ago, soone discovered a certain rule: while in a conceptualized world, posthumans could establish contact with individuals in the real apocalyptic world being simulated. In a way, it was like the real world and its reflection in a mirror—of course, the contactee had to be a posthuman with Higher Consciousness.
"Of course. If you follow my instructions, your understanding of Higher Consciousness will rise to a new level. As I've ntioned before, the Astral Plane is like the 'internet,' and each of us, the awakened posthumans, is a computer connected through the Astral Plane," Magus explained, glancing back in the direction they ca from—beyond the hills and trees, the morning sunlight still shone peacefully.
Bohemia instinctively followed her gaze, intending to retract her gaze, but then she stopped and slowly furrowed her brows. The way the sunlight shimred in the air felt sohow off to her.
"And the Conceptual Museum allows us to connect not only with specific individuals in a certain world but also with posthumans who are 'offline,'" Magus smiled faintly, extending her hand slowly toward the man before her. "You all know this... However, what it allows us to connect with is not limited to just one person."
The dark-skinned man was suddenly startled, staggering back two steps. "What? What was that just now?"
Magus' pale and slender palm seed to have reached his chest, but he was completely unaware, scanning his surroundings. "I just... I felt sothing just now..."
"That was ," her voice clear and commanding, forming an irresistible order. "Next, you will follow the instructions I give you and complete the tasks I need you to do."
The man hesitated but nodded and looked around. He could sense Magus' hand, but he was hesitant to believe it—according to theory, they should only be able to see each other's Higher Consciousness-projected images. After all, one was in the Astral Plane, and the other was in the real apocalyptic world.
Bohemia quickly glanced at the two of them and then turned her head once again to look into the distance. The sunlight cast a halo in the air, and golden rays shimred from the edge of the hillside. She stared at the sunlight for a while, her expression suddenly freezing. "Th-that..."
"I know," Magus interrupted without even turning her head. "Stand beside . When I tell you to run, you better make a dash out of this branch in one breath. Understand?"
Before Magus could finish her sentence, Bohemia had already seen what was shimring in the distance. It wasn't sunlight; it was a cluster of stars rapidly approaching from far away. Her heart nearly stopped beating—it was an overwhelming number of stars, making it impossible for her to estimate how many people were there. Her eyes could only see a dazzling array of colorful starlights, like the Northern Lights, sweeping towards them from the horizon.
"There are too many people!" Bohemia couldn't help but exclaim. "What are you planning? Can you stop so many people?"
"Let give you a reminder, child. I don't appreciate others questioning ," Magus said firmly, standing straight on the cobblestone path. She seed oblivious to the approaching starlights behind her. One of her hands remained forward, while the large skirt falling from her waist gently fluttered in the non-existent wind. Just as Bohemia's heart pounded, preparing to turn and run at the first opportunity, the cluster of starlights had already arrived, causing her to squint her eyes.
"The network not only connects us," Magus's light blonde hair shimred with a dreamlike halo due to the starlights behind her, "but it can also transmit data."
Before Bohemia could grasp the aning of her words, she was startled by a loud command of "Run!" Her senses imdiately returned. She couldn't afford to waste any ti and leaped forward like a star towards the direction of the exit. As she rushed like the wind, she took a quick glance behind her.
"'Circulating currency as a binder'... This apocalyptic world has such a long na, doesn't it?"
Accompanied by Magus' gentle yet sowhat proud wave of her hand, sothing suddenly burst out from the ripple she had created—it was difficult to explain exactly what it was because it was intangible and colorless. It was like a stream of air rushing from the real apocalyptic world into the Astral Plane. The cluster of stars chasing after Magus was the first to be swept away, instantly transforming into human forms and scattering in the sky above the small village amidst cries of astonishnt.
Indeed, they were truly "scattered and splintered." Not a single person's form remained intact, and it was impossible to distinguish limbs, torso, or heads anymore. Whether it was human bodies or buildings, everything that was impacted by that "stream of air" had been completely shattered—starting with large severed limbs and heads, gradually fracturing into fist- sized pieces. However, this explosive dispersion seed to have no end. When Bohemia looked back for the third ti, she noticed that the posthumans were still continuing to fragnt into even smaller pieces, despite their desperate efforts to gather their Higher Consciousness.
To be honest, she couldn't even discern those extrely fine shimring fragnts that had just been human-shaped monts ago. The posthumans were undoubtedly still alive, but their Higher Consciousness had been abruptly scattered into countless fragnts, as if soone had completely shattered their ntal capacity.
Bohemia abruptly halted and glanced at the fragnts of Higher Consciousness in the air. If she could seize the opportunity to absorb so of that Higher Consciousness...
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