Dark Light Chaser.

"...You insist on connecting two unrelated things. Body mutation is a problem with the body itself, what does it have to do with me?"

Ai Liang raised her head and looked at the person in front of her. Unlike herself, who was in her early twenties, the other person was a young boy who was just over a meter tall.

I have to say that when I was three years old, I looked so harmless that it was hard for anyone to be wary of me.

"It seems you prefer how you look when you're older to how you look now."

The young boy, with a nonchalant smile on his lips, squinted at Ai Liang, seemingly unsurprised by her appearance.

Unsure of the other party's intentions, Ai Liang tentatively asked, "You claim to be my alternate personality, yet you don't even know what I look like?"

The little boy's expression didn't change much: "My current appearance is the one you remember. As for your imagination outside of your memory, how would I know?"

Ai Liang glanced discreetly at the unfinished memory bank next to her. It only stored memories of her birth in this life and did not include anything from her previous life.

Memories from the previous few years were scattered everywhere, so it's not surprising that he saw them.

If what the other person is saying is true, it means that this person doesn't know that they come from another world and can't see into their hidden thoughts.

Forget it, let's leave that kind of question for later. The priority right now is to figure out the body's mutation. This little brat in front of me clearly knows something.

Compared to those secondary issues, Ai Liang was more concerned about the changes in her body: "What's wrong with my body? I don't believe there are such coincidences in the world unless you can give a reasonable explanation."

"Didn't I say that the body is the body and I..."

Before the little boy could finish speaking, his figure disappeared.

"..."

I accidentally brought up hostility again.

Ai Liang rubbed his temples, feeling quite troubled. Now he was truly certain that whether the other party could appear or not was related to his own subjective will.

This reduced Ai Liang's inner resistance considerably.

Before long, the little boy reconstructed his body. He looked impatient, opened his mouth but then immediately closed it again, and finally stared at Ai Liang without saying a word.

Seeing that he looked like he wanted to scold her, but was annoyed that he would disappear halfway through and not say anything, Ai Liang felt a little guilty.

After all, it was my own initiative to talk to the other person, yet I always felt antagonistic.

"Alright, let's not talk about that for now. Since you claim to be my alternate personality, can you tell me when you were born?"

"I don't know," the boy answered decisively.

"You don't know? You don't even know when you were born?" Ai Liang expressed doubt about this answer.

"It's not that I don't know, it's that I don't want to tell you, but I genuinely don't know when I was born."

The boy pointed to the sky: "Due to the influence of your subjective consciousness, time here is different from that in the real world. I was in a daze for a long time after I became conscious, and I only woke up in the last few days. If you want me to give you a specific birth time, I really can't."

"And it's all recently... You regained consciousness, and then my body started having problems. Don't you think it's too much of a coincidence?"

The boy's words once again touched a nerve with Ai Liang, and after a couple of sentences, they returned to the original topic.

"If we have to say what the connection is, I am indeed related to the physical mutations, but not in the way you imagine. Do you remember the definition of alternate personality in the medical books you read?"

The boy squinted and curled the corners of his mouth: "My birth is the result of your subconscious, whether it's these vast memories or changes in your body."

It wasn't me who caused these things to happen, but rather you, who couldn't control your abilities, split off me to help you control them.

The reason I was so confused before was because you kept using your own methods to get rid of your headaches, thinking that you could control this problem and therefore didn't need me.

Until these past few days, my body underwent mutations that transcended human capabilities. Faced with the unknown, I no longer had the confidence to control everything, and that's when I naturally came to my senses.

When you want to see distant scenery, when you want to hear sounds hundreds of meters away, even just thinking about it, your body will respond to your thoughts and instinctively begin to optimize.

However, you don't have the ability to control all of this. If I hadn't put restrictions on it, do you think you would still be able to maintain your human form?

Faced with a massive amount of information, Ai Liang lowered her head and fell into deep thought.

According to the other party, he is a product that I actively split off for self-protection. So what about the mutation of the body?

Could it be that my body has undergone a genetic mutation?
If so, is it possible to control something like a gene mutation by splitting off a secondary personality?
After much thought, Ai Liang's doubts not only remained unresolved but became even more complicated.

"You can think about these questions slowly when you wake up, but I can give you a hint: all your questions are actually based on one premise."

Ai Liang slowly raised her head to look at the boy, who revealed an aggressive smile: "Do you really think 'we' are human beings?"

Ai Liang replied calmly, "...If I believe I am, then I am."

"Even if the body in a biological sense does not belong to the category of human, as long as it still has human consciousness in a social sense, it is still human, right?"

The boy chuckled and shook his head, his words full of disdain: "Anyway, you're the main personality, so whatever makes you happy. If one day you feel that being human is boring or you want to find some excitement, I'm always ready to oblige."

"By the way, do you need any help?"

The boy pointed to the unfinished memory bank and asked.

Ai Liang did not answer, but instead made him disappear from her sight with a thought.

Whether the other person is actually my alternate personality, or whether I am even human, are all things that need to be discussed for the time being.

As a human being, Ai Liang hated the condescending and disdainful tone he used when mentioning humans.

Although Ai Liang had a hard life in his previous life, he was not the kind of person who struggled to survive below the poverty line and had no thoughts of revenge against society. Needless to say, he is even less likely to do so in this life, as his family has always been teaching him various etiquette and norms.

The boy gives the impression of a tyrannical ruler who wields absolute power and acts recklessly, the kind of person who tries to drift on a trolley when faced with a problem.

Unless Ai Liang has been suppressing his emotions so much that he has become mentally abnormal in his subconscious, it is hard to imagine that his alternate personality would be this kind of person.

Ai Liang maintained a sense of vigilance as she began to work on completing the memory bank.

Whether it was a misperception or not, Ai Liang felt that building the memory bank this time was much smoother than before, to the point that he gradually became immersed in it and temporarily forgot about the existence of that alternate personality.

The moment the memory bank was completed, the dwell time was also nearing its end.

Before Ai Liang's consciousness plunged into darkness, the boy's voice rang in his ears.

"Even though I am a secondary personality, I still need to have a name when communicating."

“Darkness, that’s my name from today onwards.”