I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

"It's a beautiful idea, give up on this idea!"

"It's too much, Siya-chan, I like you so much, but you have always been so kind to him, but I'm so jealous!"

Unable to even react, the blade that struck at an incredible speed pierced Leticia's heart.

"Ahem...!"

Leticia couldn't help but take a breath and stared at Cheng Mo in front of her, but she couldn't say a word no matter what, blood kept pouring out of her mouth. The spark burning in his forehead flickered and extinguished as he was seriously injured, turning into a few tiny sparks and disappearing.

Maintaining the posture of inserting the blade, Cheng Mo slowly hugged Letitia, who had lost strength, into his arms and stroked her hair as if to comfort her.

"Shh... don't waste your energy. If you come back again, you will be stabbed by me again. Just obey."

Letitia coughed up large drops of blood floating around. What made her extremely unhappy was that Cheng Mo was still using the Time Spell to maintain her body functions, leaving her in this half-dead posture unable to resist.

"You are...ahem, you won't succeed...you-can never replace...ahem, you can't replace him..."

"I don't like to hear this." Cheng Mo pushed the blade of the knife forward with force. Leticia once again showed a painful expression. More blood poured out from her wounds and mouth, and even blocked her trachea, making her unable to Say anything more.

Cheng Mo gently patted Leticia's back and said: "I have all his memories and know everything he doesn't know. Only I remember my mother's name and everything that happened. I have his true memories. Personality, what he has experienced is what I have experienced, and I have experienced everything he has not experienced, why can't I be him?"

"No one can maintain themselves in that maddening space. Cheng Rang has been crazy from the beginning, so why can't you think that the guy who puts on a fake smile and pretends to be gentle every day is the one I was born to use?" What about the second personality that escapes reality?”

"Did you find out? In fact, I don't have to replace him at all. As long as he is completely "annihilated", then I will always be my "self". "

He stared at Leticia's slowly widening eyes.

"That's why I should be "Cheng Rang", and he is "Cheng Mo"..."

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Chapter 14 What happens again and again

When you are numb in the darkness and can't see any light, you may need someone to pull you out of the abyss.

——But what should you do if you are alone?

So in the darkest period of my life, I was the one who pulled myself out of the abyss.

Without that person, I will be that person.

It wasn't until the end that I discovered that it was not light, but a deeper darkness.

I thought he was standing on the edge of the well and pulling me up, but the truth was the opposite. He pulled me down and then jumped up himself.

I have some tinnitus, like a whimpering sound coming from the sea breeze passing through a rusty barbed wire fence.

Just taking a step forward, I fell into the bottomless tide. The black tide was as thick as asphalt and emitted a pungent smell that penetrated my nose and mouth.

I tried my best to beat my arms and legs, but it still seemed like I was being pulled down by my ankles. A dizzying feeling of suffocation surrounded me, and liquid filled my trachea and lungs.

My clothes were messy and torn, I had lost all my strength, and I even lost my knife.

A voice asked me again: "Who are you?"

My mouth was full of water, I couldn't speak, I couldn't answer the voice, I could only think hard in my mind.

I am--

"……who?"

A force pressed hard on my chest, forcing me to cough up the water in my lungs.

"Ahem!"

"Hey, wake up, wake up!"

When I could see my surroundings clearly, I realized that I seemed to be surrounded by people, who were leaning cheek to cheek and looking at me.

"Young man, you came back with your life!" The old man in front of him chuckled, "Is everything okay? Do you still have a clear mind?"

I looked at myself in a daze, my whole body was soaked, and there were many people around in a mess, as if they were watching the fun.

This is by the river, and the people around are wearing thick clothes. When the wind blows, they are freezing to the bone. I crossed my arms and rubbed them back and forth, trying to warm my body through friction, but it didn't work.

Fortunately, someone put a blanket over me and gave me a towel to dry myself off with.

After listening to the laughing comments from people around me for a long time, I realized that I seemed to have jumped into the water. Why did I jump into the water?

——Save people.

In order to save a girl who fell into the water, he almost put himself in. People around him laughed. The young man was not good at water, but he was quite brave.

"Who did I save?"

The man I caught let out a cry of joy, patted his thigh and said, "I don't know, I'm just a spectator. I said, young man, are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

I shook my head, my teeth trembling a little: "Rescue...where are the people who were rescued?"

"You're the only one. The girl must have been washed away. She looks so young. It's a pity to lose her life."

I probably understood that a girl fell into the river. I went to save her, but I couldn’t be rescued. My water quality was not that good, and the river water was cold. My legs cramped as soon as I stepped out of the river. I almost died at the mouth of the river, and was surrounded by the onlookers. Pulled out together.

But the girl disappeared, and there were different opinions. Some said she was washed away by the water, while others said she saw someone who didn't know who she was and rescued her.

It seemed like it was all in vain. I patted my head, which was probably a little dazed due to the water, and walked home following my memory.

Strangely enough, after being pulled out of the river, I forgot who I was.

This road also seems familiar but unfamiliar, and I don’t know where I want to go home. It wasn't until I walked into the building, got on the elevator, and took out a bunch of keys that were still dripping from my pocket.

He inserted the key into the door lock and turned it, and the door opened.

This may be my house. It was a little dark, so I turned on the lights. It is still daytime, but I feel like no light can come in through the window.

No matter what, first change your clothes and take a hot shower.

After everything was in order, I sat back on the sofa, and then I was wrapped up tightly by the inexplicable loneliness, wrapped into a rice dumpling...

Only then did I realize that I was the only one at home.

I sat in a daze, not knowing what to do. I picked up the remote control and turned on the TV, which only showed some advertisements and boring TV series.

The TV was on and I sat like this until the evening.

The moon rose and curved, illuminating the windows of thousands of houses. The busy traffic downstairs made me feel torn from reality. It seemed to me that this city should not be like this, and I did not belong here.

The sound of a key being inserted into the lock cylinder came from the door, which made me panic inexplicably. I stood in front of the window and stared at the door, nervously not knowing where to put my hands.

The door opened, and a well-maintained middle-aged woman walked in. Even though the years had carved some wrinkles on her face, I still thought she was beautiful.

She is not tall, has short hair, and is thin. The half-length down jacket wrapped her tightly, so small and thin that it seemed like it could fly away if blown by the wind.

She looked up and saw me and immediately smiled.

"Son, are you back so early today?"

"Ah?" I was a little surprised when I lost my memory.

"Are you hungry? What do you want to eat tonight?" But she didn't seem to doubt me at all. She took off her coat and hung it at the door, then walked to the bathroom.

The sound of water rushing to wash hands came from the sink, but at this moment I felt inexplicably at ease, and even the panic that I had forgotten who I was no longer existed at all.

"mom?"

"Hey, what's wrong?"

I called her tentatively, and got a response immediately. She walked out of the bathroom shaking her wet hands, changed into slippers at the door, and went straight to the kitchen.

"When you're hungry, make up for yourself. The rice will take a while to be ready. You said you came back early without saying a word. It's okay to stew the rice and make a dish when Mom comes back."

"Oh...I forgot."

"Is it okay to forget? You have to be a little conscious, right? Mom is very tired after working outside all day, and she has to cook for you when she comes home. When can you learn to cook and let mom have a taste of your craftsmanship? "

"Isn't the food you cooked delicious?"

I communicated with her without any obstacles. Although I have no memory of whether she is my mother, I can feel that she probably did not run away.

While she was cooking, I went to take a look at other rooms. In a bedroom with a computer, there were many anime posters hanging on the wall, and there were many character figures in the glass cabinets against the wall. I thought this might be my room.

Because I always feel that I have seen the characters in the glass cabinet and the people on the poster somewhere.

I also found sets of comics in the bookcase. I picked a book at random and opened it, but I always felt that the plot in the comics was particularly familiar.

The feeling of experiencing the plot together with the characters in the comics is lingering. The broad figure raising his fists and moving forward step by step in front of the enemies said: "As long as you still want to take a step towards the light, The human soul has not been declared defeated!"

"Klaus V. Reinhertz...?"

I was fascinated by this comic as soon as I read it. It wasn't until I heard a voice calling me from outside that I broke away from the world that seemed to really exist and came back to my senses.

"Son, it's time to eat!"

I walked out of the door, and in the bright living room illuminated by warm yellow lights, various advertisement images and sounds came from the TV. Mixed with the sound of the range hood in the kitchen, spatulas and pots colliding with each other, accompanied by the aroma of food.

"Get the bowl and chopsticks. Hurry, come here and serve the food. The rice cooker is out."

She came out of the kitchen carrying a plate, put the fried vegetables on the table, and urged me to do something else.

I didn't feel disgusted by this, and even followed her instructions as if instinctively. I took out the bowl from the cupboard and took out two pairs of chopsticks.

It wasn't until I served rice and sat across from her, looking at everything in front of me, that I suddenly felt like I was in a trance.

You have obviously forgotten who you are, but you still remember where you put the dishes and chopsticks in this "home"?

With doubts in mind, I asked her: "Mom, do you know who I am?"

"You are my son, why are you so crazy when eating?" She smiled and hit me on the head, "Eat quickly, and you can wash the dishes after you finish."

I couldn't help but laugh. I felt a little stupid, so I sighed and picked up the bowl.

But as I was eating, I felt salty in my mouth, and I felt water on my face as soon as I wiped it.

I realized that I was crying, so I held the bowl to cover it up and didn't dare to put it down.

I found myself afraid that all this was false, like a dream, and nothing would be left when I woke up.

Bitterness and happiness fermented in my heart like good medicine and candy. I was so scared that I ignored the tears still covering my face. I put down the bowl and called to her sitting opposite.

"mom……!"

She raised her head and looked at me in surprise, as if she noticed that I was crying.

"Mom, I've been looking for you for a long time...Is this my home?"

"...Little bastard, what nonsense are you talking about? This is not your home, where else could it be?"

While having a meal, a young man cried with snot and tears all over his face. She laughed at him and asked, "Is it because the meal is so delicious that it makes him cry?"

I could only nod vigorously.

It was late at night, like a child who had not grown up, I leaned hard on her arms, greedily smelling the warm smell of body wash on her body, and watched old-fashioned TV series with her, feeling a little nervous in my heart. Unspeakable grievance, I couldn't stop crying again and again.

I hope I can still see her face when I get up early tomorrow morning and remember her appearance clearly.

I hope so much that it seems like I have never left her.

Until she urged me to go to bed, I was lying on the bed alone, and as soon as I closed my eyes, a voice filled my head.

"You can't sleep. You can't sleep through it."

"If you lose consciousness, you will never wake up!"

It seemed to be a strange female voice, and it sounded as reassuring to me as my mother's nagging.

But it’s late at night, if you don’t sleep, what else can you do? I thought a little puzzled, then opened my eyes.

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In an instant, there was a violent fluctuation, and Cheng Rang felt as if his forehead had been hit hard. He stumbled backward and fell to the ground.

When he raised his head again and looked in front of him, the seemingly endless pitch-black ocean and the hell full of complaints surged before his eyes - it seemed like a scene that had already happened.