Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

Lu Ze remained silent, his eyes lowered, seemingly pondering how to prove his identity.

The lamplight cast flickering shadows on his face, and his fingers unconsciously traced the rim of the teacup.

The room was so quiet that you could hear the bubbling of boiling water.

Suddenly, he burst into laughter.

Lu Ze raised his head and looked directly into Jing Tian's deep eyes.

"Okay, I may not be able to prove whether I come from another world. But I can prove one thing—I am not the original."

Lu Ze smiled at Jing Tian, ​​a bright light gleaming in his eyes. He spoke these words calmly and confidently, as if stating a simple fact.

Jing Tian's hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air. He had lived for so long and seen countless grand occasions, yet a moment of astonishment still crossed his face.

He had considered all sorts of possible reactions from Lu Ze.

I had imagined he would argue his point, I had imagined he would give up in disappointment, I had even imagined he would slam his fist on the table in anger, but I never expected this young man to say something like that.

Not the original body?

So, the one sitting here talking to me for so long, is that my clone?

Jingtian turned his gaze to the strange object on the table.

Are you sure?

Jing Tian's voice rose slightly by half an octave; this subtle change was enough to show the unease in his heart.

"I don't need to tell a lie that can be exposed at any time."

Lu Ze, or rather, Lu Ze's alter ego.

He spoke calmly, pointing to the copy machine on the table.

"This instant copying machine can prove that I am not the original. Because its rules are clearly written, it can only copy the original's clones, but not the clones' clones."

He pushed the copier's instruction manual from the table toward Jingtian, pressing his fingertip on the thin page.

The instructions are written in black and white: Enter the number of clones you want to create, then point the camera at the original and press the shutter.

The original body, not a clone.

A clone cannot be photographed; this is an ironclad rule that a copying machine cannot circumvent.

Jing Tian put down his teacup and extended his right hand. He lightly traced a line in the air with his finger, and several faint lights of hexagrams flickered at his fingertips, completing the deduction in an instant.

The results came out quickly, and all the divination results pointed to the same conclusion: the person in front of them was Lu Ze.

His destiny, aura, and causal lines were all exactly the same as the original Lu Ze.

If what he said is true, and he is indeed an avatar, then the ultimate karmic retribution will only befall the avatar.

The instruction manual clearly states that the clone can only exist for one day.

A clone destined to dissipate poses no threat to him whatsoever from the backlash.

The final result is that Lu Ze's true form will perfectly avoid all the causal backlash from rewriting fate.

Only now did Tiancai truly take Lu Ze seriously.

It's not about how you look at a junior, but rather a sign of respect for the person who devised the plan.

"To be honest, the main body is quite reluctant to part with it," the clone continued, its tone a little softer than before.

"Because helping you rewrite your destiny will cause him to be rejected by this world. He doesn't have much time left to stay in this world anyway."

"When he decided to implement the plan, he was immediately deported from the world, which meant he had to leave the rest of the plan to me."

He paused for a few seconds, looking into Jingtian's eyes.

"So if you don't agree to this plan, then all the sacrifices he made will have been in vain."

Silence fell over the room once again.

Not long after, Jing Tian spoke again, his tone revealing a long-lost sense of pride, as if he had returned to his youthful and spirited self.

"If what you say is true, and you really are an avatar, then I agree to this plan."