“Come on, I’m ready!”
Grimm’s expression was solemn, his eyes closed as he let out a low shout, and then he reached out to cover his face with the silver mask.
In fact, apart from being hard and durable, Grimm didn’t feel anything special about this mask knocked off the Fake Odin’s face.
Come to think of it, even if it had transformation abilities like Chu Zihang’s mask, Odin couldn’t possibly casually lend his power to him, an enemy——
If He really gave it to a guy who couldn’t be dealt with after decades, wouldn’t He be digging a pit and burying a landmine for Himself?
Grimm did this more for a sense of ritual, or to enhance psychological suggestion.
His thoughts moved slightly, and at the same time, he imagined himself turning into Odin in his mind…
A silver iron mask covered his face, heavy armor with inlaid metal patterns draped over his body, a sky-blue cloak fluttering in the wind, a curved long spear held in his hand like the trajectory of a shooting star crossing the sky, and a bright golden single eye resembling a beacon lighting up the dark night.
This was the Roleplay Method!
After all, having fought each other for decades, Grimm had long known Odin’s image by heart.
“Hee hee hee, since you’re ready, I’m coming in!”
The eerie laughter of the gothic-skirted girl sounded beside his ear, accompanied by warm breath and wisps of soft hair brushing against Grimm’s cheek.
The moment Francesca’s voice fell, the fluctuation of the illusion surged into Grimm’s brain, and his entire consciousness instantly sank like the deep sea, falling downwards in the stagnant water!
Until a moment later, the suffocation and binding sensation disappeared, and Grimm opened his eyes——
No, he did not open his eyes in reality; he was just in an illusion resembling a lucid dream.
But the weight of the armor on his body, the profoundness of the dark gold inlaid runes, and the coldness of gungnir’s shaft were all so incomparably real.
It was as if he had truly successfully played a role named Odin.
This was an “advantageous environment” tailor-made for him by Francesca.
Grimm muttered to himself, “Next, it’s my turn.”
Nibelungen Project Third Edition, initiate!
This time, it was an experiment to modify the cranial nerve alchemical circuits targeting multiple personalities!
Multiple personalities, medically known as Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), differed primarily from ordinary people in brain structure and neural pathways.
To summarize, the essence of this type is that when switching between different personalities, the neural activation patterns of brain regions are completely different.
It was similar to the same phone directly switching from the Android system to the Apple system.
Moreover, this constant switching was completely uncontrollable.
To solve this problem, Herzog even traveled to a Central American Indian tribe to learn how to beat “wooden clappers” before successfully manipulating the multiple personality experimenters.
Because to put it bluntly, Herzog’s technical means were limited by the physical structure of the brain and his own knowledge, doing a dojo in a snail shell at best.
And those clappers requiring external control were even less within the scope of Grimm’s reference for his own modification.
So the question came, without reference, how should one control personalities?
The answer was that he had Alchemy.
As long as he constructed alchemical matrix circuits that could be freely “turned on/off” around the cranial nerves, he could switch back and forth anytime and anywhere.
At the same time, he could rely on the circuits refined from the cranial nerves to change their connection paths, creating different neural activation patterns, which meant simulating different personalities!
To make a bold statement, as long as it was possible, he could separate the’self skilled in martial arts’, the’self skilled in Word Spirit’, the’self skilled in Alchemy’…
Look, what modern science cannot do, noble Alchemy can do anything!
After deducing and organizing the ideas, feeling the vast prospects, Grimm excitedly started brain modification——
Extending his fingers, he crudely and instantly inserted them into his temples!
It was simply exhilarating!
…
“Oh oh oh! Don’t hold me back, I want to watch! I want to watch!”
“Come over here, there’s no time, come work with me!”
“No!!”
How much Francesca wanted to ignore Ereshkigal’s obstruction.
She eagerly watched Grimm single-mindedly and frantically stabbing his own head alone on the side, occasionally vomiting blood and falling to the ground due to connection errors in the alchemical circuits.
Yet this seemingly tragic and mad appearance was deeply intoxicating in her eyes.
For her, an existence that could toss themselves around at will yet was hard to self-destruct was the prerequisite for walking the mortal world and wantonly enjoying the fun of chaos!
“Mimicking the structure of magical circuits, establish quasi-neural circuits in the brain domain that can be freely opened and closed! As long as one circuit connection mode can connect, it is the birth of a new personality!”
“I see, I see, is this the secret of Atlas Academy’s thinking magic style! Hee hee ha ha ha——”
Her intoxicated expression made it seem like she wished she could replace him with herself.
Francesca, who was enthusiastic about physical modification, seemed to have already fantasized in her mind about being violently stabbed and stirred in an equally fierce posture.
Of course, here it referred to stabbing the head.
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“There’s nothing good to see about that kind of thing, not suitable for children! It will be a long time before Grimm finishes tossing himself around. Don’t forget our ley line work hasn’t started yet.”
The honest child Ereshkigal had a bit of a workaholic potential, perhaps due to the responsibility she had been carrying on her shoulders since the past: managing the souls of the entire Underworld, and even the resting place of death for all living beings on the surface.
Truly the Mesopotamia weightlifting champion, the last conscience of the Sumerian gods.
“Noooo——Let me take another look, just one hundred million more glances, as long as you let me see that place, that place——”
…
‘324th time, brain domain neural link error, simulated personality formation not stable enough…’
Grimm didn’t know how many times his consciousness fell into darkness, then he stood up again to experiment.
This time the progress was slower than he expected.
Because unlike the situation with blood vessel modification and alchemical circuits yesterday, he found that tampering with the brain, once failed, would cause him to directly lose consciousness for a while, making the entire experimental process intermittent.
By the time he felt substantial progress and opened his eyes again, he found that Ereshkigal and Francesca had already placed him on the jeep seat, and the vague scenery of the Area 51 research institute in the distance was already within sight.
“You guys are already done? How long has passed?”
Francesca was driving.
Ereshkigal’s tone was a bit tired, “We arrived at the target location in the morning, and now coming back it’s been about 8 hours.”
It had been this long already?
Grimm looked at the silver mask in his hand, his heart sinking.
“…How are you doing?” Seeing his poor complexion, the two girls assumed the experimental modification was not progressing smoothly.
“No, in these 8 hours, I successfully forged a new personality simulating Odin.”
But Grimm couldn’t help sighing inwardly.
It actually took a full 8 hours!
Also for the Nibelungen Project, the time he spent was actually at least twice as long as yesterday!
It was hard to imagine how long and agonizing the time required to further optimize and improve the Nibelungen Project in the future would be!
He had thought it was a heavenly path to counter Odin, but he hadn’t expected twists and turns to arise once again!
Was it because he had slacked off and not worked hard enough, or was it because his innate talent was foolish and ultimately had a limit?
Ereshkigal and Francesca looked at each other in shock.
It only took 8 hours!
The ancient heritage of the Atlas Academy had been cracked by someone in such a short time?