Life Copy Game

"You actually regained some of your sanity."

The starlight figure floated in the air, looking down at the huge eyeball below. Rich starlight poured in from all directions and spread into his body. He opened his palms, "But what can you do alone?"

Strings pierced through the void, pierced through the space around the giant eyeball, stood upright between the eye rings surrounding the giant eyeball, and cut off several eyeballs in an instant.

Along with blood and flesh flying all over the sky, the eye rings suddenly collapsed, countless eyeballs flew in the air, and then instantly unfolded, turning into countless twisted monsters.

"Rule: All creatures below mythical level here can enter a berserk state at any time, and the berserk state will stimulate their potential."

A voice that sounded cold and mechanical, yet also like that of a king looking down upon the world, rang out in the dim void.

The brilliant red light covered the sky and earth, passing through the heavy raindrops and covering all the monsters transformed from eyeballs.

"Rule: After the power above the mythical level is dispersed and then gathered again, it will require a mystical matching comparison. It can only be completely integrated after the comparison reaches 100%."

The starlight in the sky that was converging towards the starlight and the human figures slowed down visibly, and the light that was merging towards the starlight and the human figures also slowed down visibly. The fusion of light and light was no longer random, as if they were comparing something.

At the same time, fine bloodstains appeared all over the huge blood-red eyeball.

The entire eyeball began to tremble violently, as if the injury had stimulated some kind of will in the eyeball itself.

"Rule: All...life can...gain self-awareness and rationality...to a certain extent."

The last sentence was stuck several times, as if it was affected by something, causing the speech to be intermittent.

But in the end, the sentence was spoken in full.

As these words were uttered, finer cracks appeared on the huge eyeball, but this time, the violent trembling of the eyeball was quickly suppressed.

And below this eyeball, the twisted thunder figure that was about to change also paused briefly, maintaining its human form.

But his alienation did not stop, it just slowed down a lot.

Gazing at the spreading red light and feeling the rules established under the red light, the starlight figure shook his head slightly, and a mocking voice rang out in the void, "On the battlefield back then, your companions would have surely hoped to see you standing beside them like this."

Hearing these words, the huge blood-red eyeball suddenly trembled, and the deep pupil stared at the starry figure in the sky, and the dazzling light instantly gathered in the pupil.

The monsters formed by the eyeballs were also stimulated by something at this moment, and entered a state of violence, charging madly towards the starry figures in the sky.

These monsters gathered together in layers, covering the sky and the sun, violent and crazy, like the anger that had been accumulated for countless years, erupting from the dead volcano and turning into a 'lava sea' covering the sky.

"You don't know your own limits."

The starlight figure seemed very satisfied with the effect of his "mocking". He raised his hand and gently moved the void.

Ding-ding-ding

At the bottom of that world, it seemed as if several clear strings were being gently plucked.

The lines spreading across the entire bottom layer of the world began to vibrate violently, and soon, the vibrations spread to the surface of the world.

The empty space, the red light, the rolling hills and the wild grass all suddenly stopped at this moment.

Ripples appeared on the earth and the sky at the same time. Invisible tremors wiped out the undulating mountains and cut off the raindrops falling from the sky.

At the same time, this ripple also reached the group of monsters that were like lava waves.

boom--

A brilliant red beam of light shot out from the giant eyeball and rushed towards the starry figure in the sky.

Countless tiny red beams gushed out from the group of monsters, piercing through space.

Beams of light of all sizes gathered together, covering the sky, blocking out the light from the clouds, and forming a huge curtain of surging light beams, rushing towards the ripples and the human figure under the sky.

In just a moment, the red light curtain collided with the gently rippling waves.

Then, this terrifying light curtain naturally "dissolved" and dispersed in front of the ripples.

It was as if the 'building blocks' that constructed these light beams had their bottom wooden bars pulled out, and they lost their supporting foundation and collapsed.

However, the 'collapse' did not stop there, but spread rapidly backwards.

The monster that was like a wave behind the red light curtain also instantly "dissipated" between heaven and earth the moment the invisible ripples spread over.

They were like melting ice and snow, wiped out by the world in an instant, without even the scattered dust to be found.

The group of monsters that looked like a sea of ​​​​lava were quickly wiped out by the 'ripples' at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The huge cracked eyeball raised its gaze and looked at the starry figure above its head.

The whole world was silent at this moment.

The raindrops from the sky are still falling, and the dark clouds spreading to the end of the world are filling up the last gaps.

The bright starlight gradually gathered behind the star-shaped figure. Even though there were obstacles from the rules, he continued to grow stronger.

He raised his finger.

Ding-ding-ding

Two more clear piano sounds rang out between heaven and earth, creating ripples in the depths of the world.

——

The hazy light permeates the dazzling world.

The young man opened his eyes and looked at the empty surroundings.

His mind went blank and he couldn't remember why he was here.

He couldn't recall who he was or what his experiences were.

I couldn't even remember my own name.

"How."

Just at this moment, an old voice called out from behind He Ao.

He suddenly turned around and found himself standing by a winding river. An old man holding a fishing rod and a fish basket was slowly walking towards him.

"Let's go home."

The old man looked at him and asked softly.

At this moment, countless memories came flooding back like a tide.

My name is 'How'?

The winding river slowly disappeared from his sight and turned into a somewhat old house.

He stood quietly in the living room, alone.

After a brief pause, he slowly walked to a small coffee table covered with grease and glass, picked up the kettle with a rattan shell on the coffee table, opened the cork, and took a look inside.

There was only a little cold water in it that had not been poured out yet. Next to the coffee table, an old bamboo charcoal heater lay there quietly. There was only a black ceramic bottom covered with a little dust. It seemed that no one had used it for a long time.

Grandpa has passed away for many years.

He Ao silently recalled the memories that emerged and walked into the kitchen with the thermos.

He picked up the stainless steel electric kettle on the chopping board, filled it with water, placed it on the base, and turned on the boil water switch.

This kettle was bought second-hand from a senior from Xidu University who rented a house nearby when he sneaked into a university rental group when he was in middle school.

It cost eighteen dollars.

The price was twenty-three dollars, but he bargained down to five dollars, walked two kilometers, and picked it up himself.

He quietly watched the fingers pressing the button to light the kettle, a hint of orange-gray light appearing at his fingertips.

This light was reflected in his pupils, and it also ignited a light in those deep and calm eyes.

Howe raised his head, and the orange-gray light formed nested circles in his pupils.

He raised his head and looked towards the kitchen door.

A black-haired young man was standing there and looked up at him almost at the same time.

A faint deep purple glow gathered in his eyes, forming the same nested circles as He Ao's.

In the middle of the circle, there was also a reflection of a young man with black hair.

"What should I say?" He Ao looked at the black-haired young man in front of him, who looked exactly like him except for his eye color. He smiled and asked in a gentle tone, "It's our first meeting. Hello? What should I call you? 005, or the Spinning Wheel of Destiny?"

"The name itself has no meaning," the purple-eyed young man looked at He Ao and responded in the same gentle tone, "We all know that the so-called name is just a sign of mysticism. When more and more spiritual creatures bind this title to you, it will become your name. When they try to call this name, the ripples of mysticism will reach you, so,"

He paused for a moment and smiled, "You can call me whatever you want. When you think it's right, that's my name. Of course, if you want, I'd prefer you to call me 'How'."

"I usually don't give people names. The last time I gave someone a name, I called him Little Mouse." Hearing his words, Howe smiled and said, "You seem to be more rational than I thought."

The little mouse was a criminal who was particularly good at hiding. It took Howe a long time to catch him and collect his reward.

"Many spiritual beings have a misunderstanding. They regard 'being able to communicate normally with them' as a property of rationality, and define this 'rationality' as a more 'orderly' and 'good' property." The purple-eyed young man obviously understood the 'subtext' of He Ao's first sentence. He smiled and looked at He Ao, skipping the first topic and going straight to the second topic.

"But taking humans as an example, even humans cannot fully understand each other and communicate normally. So how can humans 'define' the 'rationality' of other spiritual beings?"

He smiled slightly and said, "What you think is crazy may not be uncommunicable, but what you think is rational, can it be communicated?"

Buzz——

There was a humming sound in the old kettle as the boiling liquid imploded.

"But strictly speaking, I like humans very much," the purple-eyed young man looked at He Ao and continued with a smile, "Humans' arrogance and prejudice are so obvious that you will start a war against your own kind without hesitation after just a little provocation."

"You are indeed a bad guy just like your 'legend'." He Ao lowered his head and opened the cupboard, from which he pulled out a large green packaging bag. The opening of the packaging bag had been torn open long ago, and the words 'four-pound package' were printed on the bag. He looked up at the purple-eyed young man, "Would you like some tea?"

The moment he asked the question, the 'implosion' of the kettle came to an abrupt halt, and the switch of the kettle jumped up with a 'click'.

The water was boiled at this moment.

A dim light shone in from the kitchen window, shining on the cheeks of the people in the room, but they could not see the scenery outside the window.

It was as if the hazy window itself was a source of glowing light.

He Ao didn't wait for the purple-eyed young man's reply. He picked up the electric kettle and tea bags and walked straight out of the kitchen.

The violet-eyed young man followed behind him, watching him pour the boiling water from the kettle into the thermos as if nothing had happened, then took out two upside-down old-fashioned enamel teacups from the cabinet in the living room, scalded them with hot water, and added tea leaves.

"Aren't you afraid?" he looked at He Ao and asked softly.

"What should I be afraid of?" He Ao picked up the electric kettle and poured the little hot water that had just been left into the enamel teacup.

The boiling hot water rushed into the teacup from the edge, rolled up the tea leaves, and turned into a turbulent vortex in the teacup.

Hearing He Ao's question, the purple-eyed young man suddenly smiled. He looked at He Ao and said, "You are very good at playing with people's hearts and scaring the enemy through fraudulent means to gain the opportunity to change the situation."

He moved a rattan chair from the side and sat opposite He Ao.

He Ao placed the enamel teacup with brewed tea in front of him, then gently raised his hand, as if to "signal" him to drink the tea, and also as if to "signal" him to continue talking.

The purple-eyed young man didn't seem surprised by He Ao's 'reaction'. He picked up the tea, brought it to his mouth, blew the hot steam on the tea, and took a sip gently.

Then, he raised his head and looked at He Ao, "Over the years, the taste of this bitter tea has never changed."

He held the enamel teacup and looked at the boiling tea. "The first time you drank this bitter tea was when you were three years old. At that time, you only felt that this tea was bitter and astringent, and it was so hot that it made your mouth bubble. It was far less delicious than yogurt and lemonade. After your grandfather passed away, you took out this tea bag again, and suddenly you got used to the bitterness in the tea soup."

He placed the enamel teacup on the table and looked at He Ao with a smile. "A person's character is often affected by his experiences, and these experiences will eventually be engraved into his soul and become his memory. If you control a person's memory, you can control his life.

"The lonely and poor life you have lived since childhood has built your ability to control your emotions and your character of being good at making the most of a small investment."

He looked at He Ao, and the smile on his lips gradually took on a larger shape. "Are you sure that your memories are really your own memories? Are the experiences in your memories complete and unchanged?"

He looked up at the quiet house and smiled slowly, "Can you think of anyone in this community who you know well, except Grandpa? Because you are a loner, you don't have any friends or acquaintances in this community, and no one has ever taken care of you. This is reasonable."

He paused slightly, stared at He Ao, and continued to ask with a hint of provocation, "But is this really reasonable?"

"Of course this is unreasonable," He Ao picked up the enamel teacup, stared at the purple-eyed young man in front of him, and blew the hot air out of the cup calmly. "However, you, who always hide behind and control people's memories and destinies, don't seem to have the habit of revealing your own 'masterpiece' in front of others."

He brought the hot tea to his lips and took a sip. "Although I really want to think that you are getting carried away and eager for quick success, showing me your meticulous operation to get the pleasure of torturing me mentally, the facts seem to be otherwise."

He Ao drank the tea and continued, "You are not showing off your skills. You just want to use some details that are easy to associate with others to destroy my cognition and mentality and make me fall into self-affirmation and self-doubt."

The purple-eyed young man's slightly provocative expression slowly returned to his original smile.

"It seems," He Ao moved the tea slightly away and said softly, "you don't seem to have enough confidence to completely devour my soul."

He raised his head, looked at the purple-eyed young man, and asked with a smile that hinted at something, "You may not be able to see all of my memories, right?"

"You do have some interesting secrets," the purple-eyed young man smiled as he stared at He Ao. His expression returned to its original calmness and elegance, without the "emotional fluctuations" just now. "I really want to know these secrets, but I don't necessarily have to know them from you. When your sanity completely collapses, I will replace you, pick up the fragments of your soul bit by bit, and piece together the truth that I have never known."

"Are you so sure that I will lose?"

He Ao asked without raising his head while drinking tea.

"You have always been good at deceiving your enemies through 'deception'. As long as you have a secret that has not been discovered, you can make a big fuss about this 'secret', making people feel that there is a way to change everything, making your opponents hesitate and creating opportunities for your own escape or reversal. However,"

The purple-eyed young man maintained a smile that was almost identical to He Ao's. "Without a ceremony or secret medicine, the fusion of complete angel-level extraordinary power with self-awareness is direct. You and I both know what the final outcome will be."

He spoke in a calm, hoarse voice, "Your loss of control is inevitable. Your fate is set. Even the gods cannot change it."

“When did you have the illusion that I didn’t complete the ritual?” He Ao lowered his head, blew the hot steam on the tea, and took another sip of tea.

Four thousand eight hundred words. I had something to do today and got home very late, a little later.