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Split personality?!

No…it’s not just a split personality!

This is…

Yin and Yang separation? !

"Father."

The being occupying Sarafiel's body looked at Locke calmly with its heterochromatic eyes, one black and one gold, and there was a hint of imperceptible grievance in the overlapping voices.

"What you just said really hurts me."

He sighed, and then seemed not to intend to explain too much. He just slowly raised Sarafiel's little hand, and with an almost pilgrimage-like piety and an extremely strong desire to explore, he stretched it towards Locke's cheek.

Without dodging, Locke just looked at his strange son with sharp eyes.

Until that slightly cool little hand gently touched the side of his face, at the moment of contact!

The boy was shocked!

The pair of heterochromatic pupils suddenly burst out with an unprecedented golden light that was almost scorching!

Chapter 87 Yin and Yang, Darkness and Righteousness

He withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, looked at his fingertips in disbelief, then suddenly raised his head and stared at Locke.

The overlapping inhuman voices within him trembled violently with indescribable excitement and ecstasy, even distorting and changing their pitch, taking on a harsh, cracked tone:

“Father! You… you really are… you really are…!!!”

"boom!"

Before Sarafiel could utter the earth-shattering words of verification, his body suddenly staggered!

The blazing golden light in his left eye dimmed and disappeared in an instant, like a candle flame forcibly extinguished by an invisible hand.

The expression on his face that belonged to "God's Capital", a mixture of indifference and extreme ecstasy, quickly dissipated like the tide, and returned to Sarafiel's own confusion, with a bit of dizziness and inexplicable annoyance.

"Hey! We agreed! We're only here to talk, why are you touching my daddy?"

Feeling that his territory had been seriously violated, Sarafiel immediately grumbled in protest in his consciousness to his brother who had been forcibly kicked offline.

"Brother! Let me go! Let me finish! Father...he...!"

"Shendu" was so excited in the deepest part of his consciousness that he was incoherent and rushing back and forth, as if he had discovered the ultimate secret of the universe, but was forcibly locked in a confinement room and unable to speak.

"Sarafil? You."

Locke was puzzled as he watched his son's expression change instantly and return to his confused look.

"He...what happened just now? He seemed very excited?"

Sarafiel rubbed his swollen temples, trying to suppress the "Divine Capital" in his mind that was about to explode with excitement. He gave his father a helpless and tired smile and said something nonsense:

"Nothing, he said he suddenly felt a little tired and wanted to sleep."

"tired?"

Locke looked at his son meaningfully. Obviously he didn't believe it, but he didn't delve into it.

He is more concerned about the core issues.

He extended his hand again, and his warm, broad palm gently rested on Sarafiel's soft head with a reassuring strength.

Locke's tone was a mixture of heartache and blame for his own negligence:

"Sarafil...why would you rather keep such an important thing to yourself than tell Dad earlier? You..." Locke hesitated with his words, fearing that inappropriate words would hurt the child's sensitive heart, "Have you been afraid of something?"

The warm touch on his head and the undisguised concern in his father's words made Sarafiel's nose suddenly sore.

He lowered his head, twisting the corner of his pajamas with his small hands. His voice was muffled, filled with long-suppressed grievances and a hint of fear:

"I... I'm afraid if I tell you... you'll think I have a mental problem... and send me to the hospital as if I'm schizophrenic..." He thought of the characters on TV who were tied to hospital beds, and his face turned pale. "I see that's how it's played on TV..."

Locke: “…”

He almost laughed out loud at his son's "simple" concern, and felt sad and soft in his heart.

This child, bearing such a huge secret and pressure alone, worrying and fearing day and night, is actually doing this?

"In your little head..." Locke sighed, ruffling Sarafiel's hair, and said helplessly, "You've been filled with all this messed-up TV drama plots all day long! It's all that Clark's fault. I've clearly told him time and again not to take you to watch those noisy Peninsula family dramas!"

"but."

"I'm sorry, Sarafiel." Locke's voice was filled with apology, "Dad didn't realize this sooner."

He took his son into his arms, resting his chin gently on the furry little head, and said in a firm voice:

"Sarafiel, perhaps now is the first lesson that Daddy really needs to teach you."

"Listen up, my son."

"No matter what you look like, what powers you possess, or... who lives inside you, you are Daddy's son and a member of the Kent family. Home is a place where everything is accepted. Do you understand?"

"I'm Jonathan Martha Deo Clark."

"We are all an inseparable part of you."

Leaning on his father's broad and warm chest, Sarafiel listened to the steady and strong heartbeat.

The fear and loneliness of the past few days seemed to be dispelled by this warm embrace.

The boy nodded vigorously, buried his face deeper into his eyes, and only uttered a muffled "hmm".

Holding his little son, who had finally let down his guard, Locke felt his complete dependence, but his mind was filled with thoughts. He gently patted Sarafiel's back and asked in a casual tone, as if chatting before bed:

"Sarafiel...that kid, when did he appear? Do you remember?"

"Well, he said his name was 'Shendu', and he was my younger brother." Rubbing against his chest, Sarafiel recalled, "I think it was... when I was three years old? I can't remember exactly, but he was here when I was very young."

"Three years old..."

Locke's eyes suddenly became deep.

Three years old...

Wasn't that the critical period when the strange energy in Sarafiel's body began to become active and he unconsciously began to learn to mobilize the energy in his body?

In an instant, all the clues collided and connected in Locke's mind.

He had two guesses in his mind.

The first guess is -

Locke felt that this was more like an adaptation triggered by excessive force that exceeded the carrying limit.

If Sarafiel's body and spirit are regarded as an originally complete and unified "water bottle".

Then as he grows, the original power contained in this 'water bottle' -

The huge and scorching 'fire', its growth rate far exceeded the limit of what he could control and contain at his age.

In other words, the speed at which 'water' is injected far exceeds the speed at which the 'water bottle' itself expands.

And it is under this huge internal pressure.

In order to protect itself and avoid being completely overwhelmed by the overpowering force, Sarafiel's subconscious, at some unknown moment, enforced a mandatory attack on the source of this violent force...

balance.

That's right.

This is balance!

To explain it, I borrow the concepts of some systems from Locke's memory:

That is because the yang energy and fire in Sarafiel's body are growing too fast, while the yin energy's 'control and mental strength' are relatively insufficient, which leads to extreme phenomena on the yang side. Therefore, in order to maintain the most basic yin and yang balance in the body, the body instinctively uses divine power to split Aquarius into two.

This way you get two water bottles, two negative sides.

Only then can it balance with the rapidly growing positive side.

The advantage is that the growth rate has doubled, but the disadvantage is

Because the huge "fire energy" that was constantly dissipating was stripped off, condensed, and all poured into this new "container".

This resulted in the birth of a special Yin side within Sarafiel that seemed independent, but was actually of the same origin and core as him, carrying the other half of his fire energy.

"God's Capital".

To put it more bluntly:

In order to maintain the balance of yin and yang in Sarafiel's body, the tiger's divine power, which was awakened for unknown reasons, split him into two halves. And because the divine power was in Sarafiel's body, solving this problem was destined to be impossible as simple as putting two stones back together.

This state of affairs can only be managed by Sarafiel himself in the long days ahead.

Through continuous learning, training and perception, we can gradually understand, control and harmonize.

Until one day, he grew strong enough.

When the mind, will and body are strong enough to handle it all

Only by relying on his own awareness and strength can he reunite and merge these two common but separate origins to achieve the ultimate and stable harmony of yin and yang!

Locke sighed.

Even this is a good idea.

If we think about the worst, there is a second, even weirder guess.

As we all know, the existence of the DC universe itself is a contradiction.

Where there is positive, there must be negative; where there is light, there must be darkness; where there is goodness, there must be evil. Without any opposite, its existence itself has no meaning.

Even God, in order to allow mortals to perceive his dark side, had to personally create the "Darkest Darkness".

So is it possible

In my previous conjecture, the so-called yin-yang balance triggered by the imbalance of power may actually be a balance between the evil energy and the positive energy in the dark.

Because his abilities are directly granted by the system, Locke is still essentially a human being.

But the Holy Lord is different.

His origin is Lihuo, the devil of fire, the incarnation of black energy.

Then the corresponding positive energy would be.

Sarafir?

Or "God's Capital"?

Think of these

A trace of sadness appeared on Locke's face.

Whichever possibility it was, it meant that his youngest son was destined to bear a burden far beyond that of an ordinary person from such a young age.

"Sorry, Sarafiel, it's Dad who's useless."

"Perhaps... it's time to find a guide for you, so that she can lead you to open the door to the mysterious world." Looking at the sleeping child in his arms, Locke whispered to himself, "Magic may be able to accelerate your growth."

As he spoke, the image of a magician with eccentric behavior but extraordinary talent emerged in his mind.

I just wonder how much that once reckless girl has grown up to after five years?

After all, his understanding of the magician's current situation was mostly based on the exaggerated headlines that appeared sporadically in newspapers over the years.

Zatanna Zatara's American Tour

Shocking! A woman actually did it

Zatara II: Unveiling the Mysterious Magic Family!

Oh my god! America's top magician is actually...

Locke couldn't help but laugh.

He gently patted Sarafiel in his arms.

In short, as a father, he cannot fuse power on behalf of his son.

But he will do his best to clear obstacles for him, provide guidance, and give him a hug to lean on when he falls.

This is Locke Kent.