thefictionvixens Chapter 163 Memory Cutting
Chapter 163 Memory Cutting
Chapter 163 Memory Cutting (Thanks to 'What Time Is It?' for the donation)
Cold, unchanging white lights replaced the sunlight, enveloping this familiar laboratory space.
Yuan Tuoye's figure stood alone among them, surrounded by the faint hum of precision instruments.
Instead of immediately erasing specific memories, he fell into deeper contemplation.
The memory sealing technique, a skill he mastered, was indeed powerful, capable of locking away a piece of the past deep within his consciousness like shackles.
It did indeed touch the edge of the realm of memory, but Gen Takuno was well aware of its limitations: it was like a heavy curtain that could only cover up, but could not truly touch the essence of what was under the curtain and completely destroy it.
To erase those fragments of memory that are like malignant tumors without leaving a trace is something that sealing them up cannot achieve.
This requires more precise and in-depth operations.
Ultimately, his thoughts inevitably fell on the "spiritualization technique".
This idea was not new. Yuan Tuoye had speculated more than once that the art of spiritification might be the ultimate form pursued by the unpredictable secret techniques of the mountain clan.
In essence, they are very similar in their effects, both being supreme methods that directly affect the soul and spirit.
They all possess the power to penetrate the mind and manipulate consciousness.
Although this conjecture has not been empirically proven, verification is not the goal for him at this moment.
He only needed to confirm one undeniable fact: the art of spiritualization, like the secret arts of the mountains, possessed the power to precisely access and manipulate mental memories, and that was enough.
This reminded him of the head of the Yamanaka clan, Yamanaka Inoichi.
This master is a top expert who uses his secret techniques to infiltrate other people's minds and search for key information in the vast ocean of memories.
However, memory is such a vast and complex field.
It encompasses all the life marks a person has left since birth.
Countless details have long since sunk into the trenches of the subconscious, becoming blurred even to the memory's owner, yet they exist undeniably.
Imagine how difficult and time-consuming it would be to find a specific fragment in such an endless maze of memories, like searching for a needle in a haystack!
It can be said that when Yamanaka Inoichi was carrying out his mission, he spent most of his energy and time filtering out the flood of irrelevant memories.
But Gen Takuno's situation was completely different.
What he was dealing with at that moment was not a field unfamiliar to others, but a small forbidden zone sealed in his own mind.
Although those memories that needed to be erased were isolated by the spell, he, as the owner of those memories, possessed an advantage that Yamanaka Inoichi could not match.
He knew their exact "coordinates".
Now that the most troublesome obstacle has been cleared, the remaining steps seem clear and feasible.
The art of spiritualization, this delicate scalpel, is perfectly suited to perform the subsequent "removal" surgery.
A cold glint flashed in the depths of Yuan Tuoye's dark eyes; it was a determination that reason would overcome all distractions.
The plan has been finalized; there's no need to hesitate any longer.
Alright, let's begin the experiment.
After all, even the most skilled doctor wouldn't dare to perform such a delicate craniotomy on their own brain right away; they would always practice on a model first.
He needs some "experimental materials" to verify the feasibility of this theory, and only after ensuring that everything is foolproof can he finally wield the scalpel on his long-forgotten memories.
a few days later.
The laboratory was filled with an indescribable sense of oppression, a mixture of the stench of blood and the atmosphere of despair.
Gen Takuno stared expressionlessly at the "materials" in front of him.
Just now, a soul-wrenching pain caused this subject to let out an inhuman, agonizing scream, and finally, under extreme torture, he completely lost consciousness.
Thick, cold sweat soaked through the material's clothes, and the body continued to spasm and twitch unconsciously.
This is not an isolated case.
The experiments of the past few days have felt like repeatedly testing the limits of hell.
Gen Takuno uses the "Spiritualization Technique" to forcibly invade the depths of the recipient's soul, with only one purpose: to precisely and permanently erase a specific memory.
However, the pain caused by this seemingly invisible "surgery" is far more intense than the body can bear.
The fate of most of the materials was already sealed: the moment the spell was activated, the soul seemed to be thrown into a lava hell.
They often only have time to let out a deafening scream before their eyes bulge out, the whites of their eyes instantly covered by dense, bursting blood vessels.
Then, the flame of life suddenly went out, leaving only a body twisted and stiff from extreme pain.
Death became the most direct and cruel complication of the "surgery".
Yuan Tuoye was not surprised by this.
When he was studying the Life and Death Talisman back then, he had already realized that excessively intense pain could be fatal.
He reviewed the cold experimental records in his hands: ten subjects, nine dead.
This horrific death rate was not due to his lack of skill.
The excruciating pain originating from the very core of the soul is not lessened in the slightest by the skill of the practitioner; no matter how slight the touch or peeling, it will trigger a painful reaction as devastating as a landslide or tsunami.
The only thing Yuan Tuono could optimize was to compress this long, soul-tearing process into a brief moment in order to reduce the continuous torment.
At this moment, the material in front of him fainted from excruciating pain, but this was not a relief.
Just moments later, an even more shrill and hoarse howl erupted again, like the lament of a dying beast.
The pain that penetrated to the bone and pierced his soul actually pulled him back from his coma!
He was jolted awake again by the pain, followed by even more agonizing screams, then fainted once more from the excruciating agony, only to be jolted awake again by the pain.
This cycle repeats endlessly, like a never-ending cycle of torture.
Yuan Tuoye coldly observed this cruel cycle.
When the material was on the verge of death after several struggles between waking and fainting, and Gen Takuno predicted that it would soon follow in the footsteps of its companions, a miracle, or rather, a satisfactory "result" appeared.
Although the vital signs of the material were extremely weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, it stubbornly clung to life and was not completely extinguished.
A glint flashed in Yuan Tuoye's eyes, and without the slightest hesitation, he used the "Spirit Transformation Technique" once again.
His consciousness, like the most precise probe, carefully probed into the depths of the material's soul, meticulously searching for it.
A moment later, he slowly opened his eyes, a barely perceptible look of satisfaction flashing across them.
Before the experiment, he had already identified a memory as the target.
At this moment, no matter how deeply he investigated or searched, the traces of that memory had vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed in this soul.
There were no fragments, no residue, only an absolute blank space left after being precisely "cut out".
"To wipe them out completely—" Gen Takuno whispered.
This means that he no longer needs to worry that those erased memories will resurface due to any external stimulus or internal coincidence.
The lucky, or rather extremely unlucky, subject in front of us is not the first to survive surgery, but he is the first case to successfully achieve "precise excision" of memory.
What Takuno needs to remove, besides the memory itself, is any possibility of rebuilding that memory.
However, one accidental success was far from enough to put Yuan Tuoye at ease.
Rigorous experiments require repeated verification.
Then, a few days later...
Yuan Tuoye stood in front of the experimental table, and a truly satisfied expression finally appeared on his face.
After multiple rounds of rigorous and repeated experiments, two key findings have been solidified:
Precise excision: He has been able to reliably and accurately locate and erase specific target memory fragments, with errors kept to a minimum.
Completed in an instant: After the preliminary preparations and locking onto the target memory were completed, the excision surgery itself had been optimized to the extreme.
All the spiritual energy circulation and memory stripping were completed simultaneously in an almost imperceptible instant!
This "instantaneous completion" characteristic is crucial.
Because the person he was about to use this technique on was himself!
When performing such a delicate and dangerous operation on one's own soul, even the slightest bit of unexpectedly intense pain could trigger instinctive resistance or distort the operation, with unimaginable consequences.
Therefore, the surgery must be lightning fast, and all key steps must be completed simultaneously, so that pain has no time to be fully transmitted and consciousness has no time to react.
After confirming the reliability and safety of the technology, Yuan Tuoye did not rush into success.
He slowly left the lab table, took a deep breath, as if to temporarily expel the overly heavy atmosphere in the laboratory.
Even for someone with his powerful mental strength, the continuous high-intensity experiments were extremely taxing.
So he chose to rest.
The next move will not allow for the slightest mistake. He needs to be in peak physical and mental condition.
Conserving energy and recharging, all for that final, crucial "cutting" that will inevitably befall one's soul.
Yuan Tuoye took a deep breath of stale air, and there was no trace of hesitation in his deep eyes.
He sat cross-legged, his eyelids lowered, sinking into the depths of his heart.
The profound meaning of the Spirit Transformation Technique was quietly activated once again, but this time, the target was not external invasion, but internal containment. The pure spiritual power transformed into invisible tweezers and blades, firmly locking onto those marked and sealed memory fragments deep in his consciousness.
A brief moment of weighing the options passed through his mind.
While cutting off all targets at once could save him the trouble of repeated attempts, the accompanying risks and unimaginable, soul-wrenching pain led him to rationally choose a more prudent path: segmented removal.
He first focused his attention on the memories belonging to "Uchiha Sasuke".
The sphere of memory, heavily sealed and enveloped, now floated silently in the mental field of vision.
Yuan Tuoye knew that the seal did not need to be broken. What his blade needed to do was to completely strip away the core that carried the past, along with the seal itself.
Once the cut is successful, even if the seal remains, the inside will only be a void.
With highly concentrated spiritual power, the art of spiritualization demonstrated its exquisite control.
That memory was stretched and tightened by an invisible force, like a strong rope.
Meanwhile, Yuan Tuoye's spiritual will quietly transformed into two gleaming scissors of will, precisely positioned at both ends of the rope of memory.
Without hesitation, without backing down.
With a slight thought, the two spiritual scissors suddenly closed!
"Sizzle!"
It's as if it's not acting on the void of memory, but rather cutting directly into the most vulnerable nerves of the soul!
An indescribable, excruciating pain, enough to instantly shatter all barriers of reason, pierced his skull and soul simultaneously like a million red-hot steel needles!
Yuan Tuoye suddenly opened his eyes. It wasn't the blood-red curse mark from the activation of the Sharingan, but rather a sudden burst of blood due to the pain that exceeded his limits!
My vision was completely bloodshot; the world was distorted and collapsing! I was utterly stripped of control over my body by this tsunami from the depths of my soul.
"Ughhhhh!!!"
A shrill, inhuman roar erupted from the depths of his throat!
Driven by pure physiological instinct, like a trapped wild beast, he frantically and repeatedly slammed his powerful body against the cold, hard muddy ground beneath him!
Each impact produced a dull, deafening roar as flesh and rock clashed mercilessly.
He tried to use this dull, perceptible physical pain to cover up and numb the sharp, maddening agony that came from the depths of his soul.
However, this was destined to be a futile struggle.
The pain in my soul, like a maggot clinging to my bone, not only did not lessen in the slightest, but burned even more clearly in the impact of the physical body.
spread.
This is a form of torture that exceeds the limits of human mental endurance; it is a catastrophic torrent that even the will itself cannot defend against.
Even for someone as resolute as Yuan Tuoye, the limit he could reach at this moment was merely clinging to a sliver of remaining clarity, desperately holding onto that last line of defense, refusing to choose suicide because of the pain that was enough to destroy all will to live.
The concept of time is completely dissolved and stretched in the pain, and seems to solidify into eternity.
It is unknown how much time has passed, but this originally extremely sturdy underground chamber has been completely transformed.
The walls and floor were covered with spiderweb-like cracks and pits of varying depths, with dirt and gravel flying everywhere.
These are the horrific marks that Yuan Tuoye created by relying solely on his physical strength and instinct.
He was covered in wounds, his body was covered with shocking purplish-blue bruises, and the glaring bloodstains stained his tattered clothes and the soil beneath him.
Finally, at a certain moment, the frantic crashing stopped abruptly.
Yuan Tuoye's body seemed to have all its bones removed, and he fell straight and heavily to the ground.
He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving like a broken bellows, each breath causing excruciating pain throughout his body.
Sweat, blood, and mud mingled together, making him look utterly wretched.
However, the slight rise and fall of his chest proved that he was still alive, that he had finally survived that darkest moment that would have terrified an ordinary person!
He lay supine in the center of the ruined chamber, panting heavily, his eyes still red with intense physiological tears and bloodshot veins.
Deeper still, however, flickered a color he had never seen since he came into this world: fear!
A fear that seeps into your bones and is etched into your soul!
He dared not even recall a single trace of that soul-tearing pain.