In Douluo Continent, my summoning of Naxi Da was exposed by the heavens.

Paimon was still a little confused: "So you mean you want to deal with her...?"

"Literal meaning."

"But wouldn't that mean we'd see a lot of your, well, you know, your deepest, most hidden thoughts and secrets..."

"If what Alan said is true, then I am about to be reborn. You just happen to be the witnesses to my birth."

Besides, haven't you already read my entire diary? It's too late for me to get rid of you now.

"Okay, you've really thought this through."

"Tch, so long-winded. I only made this suggestion because I consider you all my companions, and I won't invite you a second time."

"Thank you for saying that, Sandone."

"Alright, stop with the pretense, come with me."

The travelers, Paimon and Sandoni, walked back to the hall of the cottage together.

Lei Ying seemed lost in thought, while Hu Chiyo looked at her and asked, "Ying, what's wrong?"

"She must have been thinking about that battle that happened 500 years ago."

Yae Shenzi said.

"A 500-year battle? Who's that powerful enough to fight you for 500 years? That martial god from Liyue next door?"

Sasa Yuri chimed in curiously, while Yae no Miko shook her head.

"She fought herself for 500 years."

"Sister, you know?"

"Of course I know, wasn't it me who ultimately gave you the seeds?"

That time, the Thunder General doll felt that the inner Thunder Movie wanted to betray Eternity, so it fought her for 500 years to correct this mistake.

Finally, it was the Traveler's intervention and Raiden's contingency plan that completely resolved the matter.

Watching the scene on the screen, where Sandone was trying to resolve his core error, Ray felt a sense of déjà vu.

"To confront one's inner errors and recognize the shape of one's own soul is not an easy thing, and it can even be said to be a dangerous thing."

"But she did it, didn't she? You almost couldn't do it, but she did. Don't underestimate any living being; every living being has its own strengths."

"Sister, you're right."

At this moment, on the celestial screen, the traveler and Sandoni are sitting in two chairs by the fireplace.

That was the spot where Alain and Sandoni used to sit.

"I will use a numeric array to construct a simple spell that will allow you to simultaneously perceive what I see and hear."

"Oh! We're familiar with this, just like sharing the secret arts of the senses with Cetalli, right?"

Cetalli was speechless: "Little Paimon, why do you blurt out everything? Don't I have any dignity? Ugh..."

On the sky, Sandonie offered a word of praise.

"The secret art of sharing the senses, no wonder that great shaman could do such a thing."

Magic and occult arts, like mechanics and mathematics, are laws governing this world, and it's not surprising that the same things can be achieved through different paths.

That's all for now, I'm about to begin, please try to be quiet in the meantime.

Although I invited you, I dislike being disturbed when I'm dealing with my own problems.

After Sandone finished speaking, the scene shifted to a strange space.

"Is this what my inner self looks like? No, it should just be a space constructed by Alan's formula, specifically designed to resolve errors."

This place is like a giant box, with gears and stars inside, while the outside appears to be nothingness.

"Is the enclosed space surrounded by mirrors?"

Suddenly another familiar voice rang out.

"You've finally arrived."

The one speaking is you, Sandoni, in the mirror.

"This is...me? My past self?"

"No, I am the error you speak of, the product of your logical deductions. Won't you sit down and talk?"

Sometime later, a chair appeared next to Sandoni and in the mirror.

Sandonne sat down in a chair, and her reflection in the mirror also sat down in a chair.

But then the scene changed; Sandoni saw in the mirror the scene of his first meeting with Alain.

"That's fine... Nice to meet you. Can you hear me? My name is Alan Giordan."

Sandonne's inner turmoil spoke again: "You miss the time you spent here, don't you?"

The scene in the mirror continued, and Alain handed a book to Sandoni.

"Here, this is for you."

"A book? A notebook?"

"I hope you can use it to record something."

"I don't need to waste my time; I can write everything down."

"That's right, but I just hope you can pick from them and write down what's important to you."

"Simply a matter of importance categorization?"

"Haha, you can understand it that way for now, but the process of recording is also a process of depicting one's own soul."

Just as bamboo poles guide the growth of plants, we use record-keeping to guide the growth of our souls.

In the process of forgetting and retaining, we decide what kind of person we will become.

"I don't understand, I'll keep my own opinion, I don't need it."

Sandogne's fallacy continues: "We are born here, we live here, we tend to potted plants and take care of the garden by day."

In the afternoon, I tidied up my room and read/studied. In the evening, I sat by the fireplace listening to Alan tell stories of the past.

"Alan..."

Sandonne whispered Alain's name again.

In the mirror, Alain would respond, of course, to Sandoni in the mirror.

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

"What are you drinking?"

"This... um, it's coffee. It helps me improve my work efficiency."

I want to give it a try.

"Okay, here you go!"

Sandoni took a bite and only tasted bitterness.

"Bitter! Why did you design the sense of taste for me, and the senses of smell and touch too?"

"Hmm? I don't know, but I felt at the time that you should have these."

Perhaps... it's because they feel you should have your own life, and life needs to be experienced from all aspects.

"oh!"

Sandoni took another sip.

"It's still quite bitter, but the aroma is nice."

Sandonne smiled as he watched the past playing in the mirror.

On the moon, Columbia looked at Sandone: "So this is why you like drinking coffee? It's clearly useless to you."

"Who says it doesn't work? The bitterness of coffee really does keep me alert."

"Hmm... I still can't bring myself to like that bitter stuff."

"Nobody's asking you, be quiet."

"oh!"

In the celestial display, Sandonne, still clinging to his inner turmoil, continued, "I thought time would flow by peacefully forever."

"You know that's impossible."

"So what? I just didn't know it would end so quickly."

"It's just a simple misfortune."

"Is that really the case? No, you must remember, this is just the beginning."