Overturned Tower

Russell was silent.

—He really couldn't be sure.

He even began to doubt... Could it be that he is the devil?

Because anyway, the Russell in the mirror feels more real than he does. He can express the same emotion when playing different characters...but Russell can't do it.

He will look like whoever he plays.

From this point of view, Russell is also one of the roles he plays.

So what is his nature?

What was he other than any role?

"We are nothing but empty shells. Void vessels of God, mirrors of all faces and desires."

Russell in the mirror looked at himself outside the mirror in a moment of panic and confusion, he sighed: "When two mirrors look at each other, what will you see?"

"-unlimited."

The two Russells replied in unison.

When Russell kept up with the rhythm of the self in the mirror, an extremely terrifying premonition gradually rose from Russell's heart.

With the conversation between the two, he seemed to be... understanding the "vessel of God".

Analyze and synchronize the demon that belongs to you.

"Yes."

Russell in the mirror replied: "So you must have a 'self' that belongs to you."

"Otherwise, there would be no dialogue between us."

Russell continued.

His tone gradually became synchronized and similar to that of himself in the mirror.

His thoughts gradually caught up with himself in the mirror.

"You finally understand."

Russell in the mirror showed a gratified smile: "The one who is going to be downgraded is you...not me."

He stretched out his hand, pressed it on his chest, and saluted Polite Russell.

"Naturally, I am the container of God. Then what are you who hold the 'Container of God'?

"Or... I'm the one who should be out there?"

The container of God stretched out its hand towards Russell.

But his hand was blocked in the mirror at the last moment.

However, the container of God did not struggle, nor did it attack the mirror.

He just calmly watched the thinking Russell outside the mirror, waiting for him to make a decision.

"…I understand."

Russell replied slowly: "Sure enough, I still can't inject emotion into the characters and make them really come alive.

"It's not so much that I can't 'just play 'em,' it's that ... I don't know what 'me' is."

He said, reaching out to himself in the mirror.

In the eyes of the container of God, a little longing was unconsciously revealed.

Russell's outstretched hand stopped suddenly.

He smiled.

"See," laughed Russell, "that's what makes me different from you.

"—You are longing for life, longing for existence. You are something more real than me... That's why you can inject your soul into the 'role'."

"…so what?"

The container of God was a little uneasy for a while.

But Russell just smiled calmly: "So..."

Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and pressed the mirror hard.

When he pressed the mirror, the mirror rippled violently. Ripples like water waves spread from the palm of his hand.

It wasn't just this mirror that fluctuated...all the mirror surfaces became blurred, as if water waves spread from this mirror to the next door.

And Russell's hand gradually sank into the mirror, grasping the hand of the God's Container.

"—So, I can already read you."

Russell showed a bright smile: "You are indeed not me.

"That way, there's nothing to be afraid of."

The next moment, he firmly grasped the hand of the container of God, and pulled him out of the mirror!

The mirror belonging to Russell shattered with a bang!

And the "other me" pulled out by Russell finally revealed his true form the moment he left the mirror—

It was a man who looked almost exactly like Russell.

But the only difference is that he has no head. Where the head should have been, was a swirling, nebula-like darkness.

Then, the sacred temple collapsed—

When Russell woke up again, he found that he was still sleeping on the sofa.

But the bad day has disappeared without knowing when.

"Container of God, are you there?"

"I want you to call me 'the other me' if you can."

The same voice as Russell sounded from the bottom of his heart: "In this way, I will be more motivated."

Russell couldn't help but smile.

-He succeeded.

"You and I both know that you are not me...but I can't call you that."

Russell said, got up and walked to the living room.

Standing in front of the mirror, he said softly in his heart: "Come out and let me see."

"-OK."

The container of God agreed.

It was an extremely strange experience... It was as if several invisible and transparent tentacles had emerged from the bottom of my heart, vaguely grabbing something on the shore, and dragging myself out of the lake.

Russell can clearly see every move of the outside world, and can also replace the container of God at any time.

"Let me demonstrate to you," the God's Vessel said casually, "how my abilities are used."

Under Russell's gaze, the Divine Vessel stretched out its blank hands.

Facing the air held in his hands, he said solemnly and softly, "Now...I'm going to play you."

As he spoke, he did not manifest a mask, but directly covered his face with his hands.

By the time he removes his hand, Russell has transformed into Morgan in the real world.

— This is a level that Russell cannot do with his current ability.

There is no doubt that he has indeed succeeded.

But it is slightly different from the Morgan in Russell's cognition—the Morgan transformed from the container of God always has a happy smile that seems to be there.

The next moment... her face suddenly blurred for a moment.

As the pitch-black mist overflowed from her side, Morgan's body twisted and turned into the appearance of a blue songbird.

"Transform in transformation?"

Russell questioned in his heart: "Why can't I do it?"

"Because you see them as a 'character' and the world as a 'drama'. If you don't remove your makeup, you can't become another character."

The container of God replied briskly: "This is your restriction on psionic energy, so it's hard for me to say anything.

"But its power is not like this—the container of God can contain all souls, and naturally it must also rule all ego.

"I became them, not they came to me...then of course I can switch my incarnation as I like."

As he spoke, he turned into Alice in the thick black mist, and then turned back into Russell.

During this process, his tone did not change the slightest.

Then, he retreated. It was as if something had sunk back into the lake, giving its body back to Russell.

"You are too gentle," said the container of God in Russell's heart, "you don't have to always be so cautious.

"Try it out... your new power. You should have learned it already."

"For example..."

Russell murmured, covering his face with his right hand.

A burst of ultramarine flames rose up and covered his body~www.readwn.com~ When he moved his hands away, he turned into a barber.

Then, with a burst of flames. He changed again.

"...can omit masks, but still can't switch avatars."

"Tsk," God's Vessel was dissatisfied, "It must be that you are not proficient enough.

"Since I can do it, you can definitely do it."

"maybe."

Russell casually comforted his spiritual power: "It doesn't matter if I can't do it, and you."

"Indeed. If you need it, free me at any time. I will answer your call at any time..."

Oh my God.

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