Curse Reply: I'm going to fight the Myriad Corpse Immortal, the highest level one!

"Stop."

Amidst the continuous rain of arrows and the uniform twang of bowstrings, a light and cheerful sound suddenly rang out.

At the same time, a tall man with dark skin slowly emerged from the opened, dark rift.

He wore the same clothes as Xia Jie and had a similar appearance to Xia Jie.

However, the smile on that similar face was so exaggerated and inhuman that it gave people a sense of alienation, like a pseudo-human, which was enough to precisely trigger the psychological horror valley of those who saw it.

"Yes."

Upon hearing the command from the dark-skinned man, Lü Bu slowly lowered the arrow nocked on his bowstring, as did the other soldiers.

Their gods had instructed them beforehand that if they saw a person who was tall, thin, and dark-skinned emerge from the crack, they should obey their commands.

The rain of arrows stopped abruptly. Xia Jie washed the blood from her eyes with her tears and stopped walking, wondering what Naya was up to now.

The tall man slowly walked up to Xia Jie, looking down at her with an inorganic smile, and said:

"I've read the Under One Person comic you released. Mr. Xia Jie, who has no past, you're actually a time traveler, right?"

"right."

Xia Jie made no attempt to conceal anything.

"I know you're here seeking a rival; look at my face."

Nyar pointed to herself, then to Xia Jie: "Don't we look a lot like each other?"

Before Xia Jie could answer, Naya continued, "If you hadn't intentionally suppressed the birth of 'himself,' this face could have been even more similar, or even exactly the same."

"Indeed." Xia Jie nodded, wondering what Nyarlathotep meant by saying that.

"If you ask me, you might as well release this suppression and let them emerge in large numbers from their fantasies, and then let them fight and compete with you. After all, a person's best opponent is always himself."

"No, I don't like it."

Xia Jie's denial was straightforward. He disliked the "clone" trope when reading novels, especially since this kind of clone didn't even qualify as a clone; it was merely an isotope of a "similar flower."

"As the saying goes, do not do to others what you would not have them do to you. You may not like it, but because of your interference with the universe, many of us have experienced what it means to be another."

The gods, not wanting Xia Jie to continue her explosive power, sent Nyarlathotep to use psychological manipulation.

"You know what, you really have to admit, this is quite a double standard. But I'm just that kind of person who's lenient with others and lenient with myself."

If all else fails, you can apply double standards and consider it even.

Summer mustard growing in the south doesn't suffer from stress.

"Don't say that. You call yourself the Tathagata of Wonderful Dharma Lapis Lazuli Light, shouldn't you be a little more kind and self-disciplined?"

Naya tilted her head and teased.

"You see, I'm just an ordinary person now, inside and out."

Xia Jie pointed to herself and said.

He still doesn't succumb to moral pressure; from the beginning, his goal has been to become a powerful person who can do whatever he wants, rather than a morally perfect saint.

When you become a saint, you will have ten thousand worries and concerns, and the unruly people in the world will also have ten thousand complaints and demands of you.

When you are strong, you only need to pursue what you want and do what you want to do. As long as you don't violate your bottom line, basically no one will dare to point fingers at you.

Unless they are troublemakers from Konoha.

"He's turned into a blood-soaked hedgehog and still not dead? You call that a genuinely human being?"

I think I am.

"Okay... then."

When one plan failed, another was devised. Naya changed her voice to a very distinctive one, making her sound like a doctor speaking anxiously.

"Sorcerer Xia Jie, can you hear me? You are not a transmigrator, nor do you know any Heavenly Demon Laws. Everything you see is an illusion within your inner vision. Do not believe those illusions, or you will be trapped forever!!!"

No sooner had the words left her lips than another motherly voice spoke:

"My child, please come back soon. Your mom and dad are waiting for you outside. Promise me you won't be obsessed anymore, okay? Please!"

Then came the father's voice:

"Son, I'll never force you to go on blind dates again. I'll take you out for a big meal, just the three of us, okay?"

Xia Jie raised her eyebrows as she listened.

666, you're using this trick again?

Are you trying to trick me like Li Huowang?

"It's useless. I've seen enough of those kinds of lines. For example, 'I'm currently in a demonic illusion, and I'll die from the demonic tribulation if I don't wake up.' Or 'I'm actually dreaming, and when I wake up, it'll be the end of the dream,' and so on. Take it away, it's so boring."

"My son..."

"It's no use, Nyarlathotep. Don't you think that if this were truly a mental landscape where wishes come true, then all illusions should be as you wish, and there wouldn't be anyone like you questioning me. At most, there would be a brainless villain who would make me look foolish."

"...Aren't you worried about what might happen if what I said is true? For example, what if all your questions are just subconscious self-questioning from your mind, because you haven't completely given up on reality yet?"

"So what if it's real? So what if it's fake? Let alone the interior, even if I were a brain in a vat, or even just virtual data, there's still no need for me to doubt myself. Time will prove everything. If this place is fake, one day the truth will come and humiliate me. I don't need you to remind me."

"What if the illusion is eternal?"

"What's wrong with the world of illusions? We can make do with it."

"...You're utterly stupid and unreasonable," Nyarlathotep sighed.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Why don't you take advantage of my suppression of negative possibilities and consume Tzeentch's concept to become stronger?"

Xia Jie clenched her fist, ready to deliver a punch to Naya's mortal avatar.

Just then, a group of children suddenly fell out of the crevice.

For a moment, the cries of children echoed throughout the limestone room.

"There is a limit to your ability to suppress negative possibilities. In this space of extraordinary retreat and weakest suppression, your power is enough to protect yourself, but as for these children... well, that's another story."

Nyarlathotep didn't say everything, but the underlying threat was already obvious.

Are you threatening me?

Only now did Xia Jie finally feel a trace of anger.

"It's not a threat, it's a deal. You stay in this 'Sealed Chamber' for a month in exchange for their safety."

"If I accept the deal, you will gain a one-month first-mover advantage and find a way to completely eliminate me."

If I don't accept, they will die because of me, and most likely die a torturous death, in order to prevent me from comforting myself with the excuse that I can be resurrected afterward, thus creating a psychological vulnerability for me.

That's what you're planning, right?

Although it was a question, Xia Jie said it with an affirmative tone.

A classic villainous tactic, it's quite effective against superheroes, but unfortunately, they chose the wrong target this time.

"You guessed right, what's your answer?"

"I refuse."

Xia Jie shook her head without even a second's hesitation.

"Why? Based on my profile of your personality, shouldn't you have pretended to agree, then worked hard to accumulate power in your anger, seeking a breakthrough in your strength?"

This is bad, a terrible premonition... The confident smile that had been fixed on Naya's face ever since she stepped out of the rift slowly faded away.

Naya felt that things were developing a bit beyond her control.

"Because there's no need for all that trouble—accumulating power to break through? Heh, I can do it right now!"

Somewhat angered by the hostage situation, Xia Jie stared directly into Naya's deep black eyes and said, word by word.

"Really?"

Having lost interest in making jokes, Xia Jie didn't respond and started reciting Cheng Zun's poem directly.

Since Nyarlathotep so wants to see a strong person who is both morally and physically perfect, then let him show Nyarlathotep that.

Time is fleeting and never-ending, and the cycle of suffering continues forever.

"The sun and moon scorch the millet of yin and yang, and all living beings are burned to ashes in the stove."

"Where is the Divine Lord, that I need to do it? Where is Taiyi, that I can weave in my memory?"

"The weary Ruomu tree rests there, while the star and dragon carry its light, illuminating the past and present."

"Gold and jade are cooked to perfection, and one can freely enjoy the passing years, returning to a youthful state."

"Celebrating the Dharma, riding through the four seasons, executing the dead, burning their coffins, and sealing the netherworld!"

The inner universe resounded with a deafening roar, and Xia Jie, who had already grown into a demigod of memory in the Sun and Moon Universe, would complete his true ascension here.