Dragon Clan starts from digging the corner of Kassel

Chapter 383 The Birth of the Hollow Evil Self

The voice in her head made her feel familiar, yet extremely strange.

Chen Motong could hear something that did not belong to him... a dark, extremely chaotic emotion, like a criminal imprisoned in the deep sea. Even if he tried his best to suppress himself, the words between the lines still revealed an almost hoarse madness.

"Look!"

"What a dazzling...what a beautiful figure."

As the voice echoed in her mind, Caesar's radiant smile was quietly reflected in her eyes. Memories were like foam picked up by a whirlpool, pouring out uncontrollably from the depths of her consciousness.

Recalling every detail of the past three months, Chen Motong thought, if Caesar had not been there to protect her as she advanced alone on this desolate land, she would have collapsed long ago and been sent back to her original place, right?
As she recalled, the voice seemed to be filled with jealousy and resentment:

"He marched relentlessly into the blood and fire, like Don Quixote charging at windmills, resolute and resolute... like a great knight."

"And you... can only tremble in fear in the shadows protected by others!"

A burst of cold sweat instantly soaked the thin clothes on his back. The intense fear was like a big hand, tightly gripping Chen Motong's heart.

The profiling ability that she used to be proud of was silently activated, and she was suddenly caught up in a dark rainy night where it was difficult to distinguish true from false.

When Chen Motong came back to his senses from the stabbing pain in his head, his pupils immediately constricted.

What appeared before her eyes at this moment was a bottomless alley.

The brick walls on either side of the alley, washed by the torrential downpour, were stained a strange crimson. Moss had curled into scabs between the cracks, and rust seeped from every fissure. A dimly lit street lamp, slanted crookedly in the alley's corner, could only illuminate a distance of less than half a meter to her left and right, offering no warmth.

The sudden change of consciousness made the hair on the back of her neck stand up like exploding dandelions. She staggered back half a step, and her boots crushed the puddles on the bluestone slabs.

"here it is……?"

For the first time, Chen Motong doubted her own abilities. Everything here felt more real and more dangerous to her than ever before.

It was like she was having a nightmare from which she would never wake up. A malicious ghost was hiding in the shadows, ready to drag her into hell at any moment.

Her soaked combat uniform clung to her skin, and she couldn't tell if it was rain or her own cold sweat. The chill seeped quietly through her skin, penetrating deep into her bones. The subtle pain and coldness washed away by the torrential rain caused her to subconsciously let out a low whimper.

Chen Motong trembled and hugged his arms tightly, and suddenly roared: "Who the hell are you?!"

The voice that seemed to be getting closer and closer was filled with a sense that made Chen Motong even more uneasy.

'ha.'

A cold laugh rang out.

She chuckled perversely: "I am you, you are me... Is this kind of thing difficult to understand?"

A thunder rolled across the sky, and bright red liquid seeping from the cracks in the wall tiles slowly dripped into the puddles on the bluestone slabs, spreading out mottled marks.

The entire alley was immersed in a warm, sweet, and fine mist. A huge sense of uneasiness rushed towards Chen Motong like a tide, immersing her whole body in the suffocating sound of rain.

Maybe a minute, maybe an hour?

The shadows deep in the alley squirmed and suddenly gathered into a human figure.

Following the rhythm of Chen Motong's heartbeat, the figure walked step by step into the dim light of the street lamp at the alley entrance. The fog around her slowly dissipated... revealing a face that was exactly the same as Chen Motong's!

Pale complexion, scarlet eyes;
The hair color is the same dark red, but there is a strand of pale hair hanging down in front of the forehead very conspicuously.

This woman, who had the exact same face as Chen Motong, showed a sarcastic smile on her face: "It's about time you face yourself!"

'It is precisely because of your anxiety, your confusion, your emptiness and nothingness that I emerge from the bottom of your heart.'

'Now, can you recognize my identity?'

——Another one, me?
As a top student at Kassel College, Chen Motong naturally possessed ample knowledge of medicine. The bizarre and chilling scene before her reminded her of a range of 'symptoms,' such as auditory hallucinations and dissociation… but her current condition didn't seem to perfectly correspond to any particular mental illness. It was merely a 'feeling,' a feeling akin to 'mutual understanding,' that made her feel—

The woman in front of her was just like her in the mirror, and what she said was true.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and a complexity that she herself was not aware of appeared on Chen Motong's pale face. She just watched the other person step over the rusty pool and walk in front of her.

A cold hand touched Chen Motong's cheek. She saw her lips curl up and heard her whisper in her ear:
"Be it a shadow within me, or a second personality, our relationship is far more intimate and connected than that..."

'You're gradually realizing this... aren't you?'

I can't let her go on like this. An inexplicable and strong sense of loss is gradually invading my heart. Chen Motong bit his lips hard and waved his left hand violently!
"enough!"

The woman who claimed to be another her, had her hand that was touching her cheek knocked aside by Chen Motong.

Chen Motong raised his eyebrows, his dark brown eyes gleaming with lightning. He tightly grasped the woman's swan-like neck with his right hand and shouted hoarsely, "Don't come any closer!"

Because she was using too much force, her five fingers dug deep into the woman's skin. The huge force exerted by her palm on the woman's slender neck seemed to be able to break it in the next second.

But the woman didn't seem to feel uncomfortable because of this. She still had that unchangeable sneer on her face and spoke slowly:
"Now... aren't you approaching me?"

"It's you who's longing for me! Chen Motong!!"

A thunderous roar exploded in his ears, Chen Motong's eyes trembled, and he suddenly retracted his right hand as if he was pricked by something.

But the red-haired woman who was so close to her had no intention of letting her go. At the same time, she stretched out her hand and tightly grabbed her arm when she tried to pull it away. A scorching heat came from her palm.

Before Chen Motong could struggle, a scene suddenly appeared before her eyes:
——In the magnificent and sacred bronze temple, Norton, who had transformed from a human body and returned to the identity of the Dragon King, stood under the eternal scorching sun, and swept his eyes without any emotion.

The king's gaze did not linger on this insignificant person for even a moment, as if she were just an insignificant piece of dust.

——The red tide that engulfed everything, the endless demons, the roaring giants and dragons on the shaking earth, the gun in her hand had never made her feel so powerless.

Caesar stood in front of her, his broad back blocking the desolate breeze and protecting her in the narrow shadow.

Chen Motong suddenly understood that this was the moment when she was born and broke out of her cocoon.

"The rotten and pathetic surname 'Chen' is not worthy of being part of my name. Even if you pretend to give yourself the pseudonym 'Nono', you are still Chen Motong, and still no one."

The woman's bright red eyes stared straight into hers, and the vicious, malicious smile on her face made Chen Motong feel... uncomfortable from the bottom of her heart.

"Mo Tong." With a strange look in her eyes, she uttered this name that didn't seem like a name: "Just call me that, the nameless person, "Nono."

Thunder and rain, the smell of darkness and rust extended infinitely behind Mo Tong. Nuonuo wanted to open her mouth to deny something, but she couldn't utter a single word.

A sharp pain came from her chest, and she lowered her head tremblingly.

What she saw was a huge hole that had appeared in her chest at some point, and the dark, filthy blood that continuously flowed out of it, soaking her body. However, apart from the pain, she felt nothing flowing out of this empty hole, only a sense of... something filling it up.

The woman in front of him laughed at him and looked down at him ferociously, with endless hunger and frenzied greed running through her scarlet eyes.

"Abandon all your weakness and confusion, and give me everything you have." She whispered hoarsely like a snake: "I will do better than you! In this world that is about to end, I am the 'we' who can survive better!"

The icy evil energy that burst forth from her gaze was deeper than darkness, colder than a sudden downpour. For the first time, it gave Nono an undeniable understanding:
Nuonuo realized at this moment that another self, the evil self——

The self named "Mo Tong" was truly born from the nothingness in her heart.

　Finally, I have come to the point where I write about the birth of Mo Tong. To be honest, the only difference between the original Chen Mo Tong and the last name is the removal of one character in the surname, but they feel like two completely different names.

　　The changes in punctuation and character titles in this chapter represent a subtle change.

　　(End of this chapter)