Genshin Impact: Pool Character, Nirvana of the Demon God

"He is a clone created by the Great Tree King using forbidden techniques and the Doctor's genes as a blueprint..."

Nasita's voice was soft yet thunderous, as if parting layers of mist to reveal a long-buried truth.

[Huh? So it wasn't a slice of consciousness, but a replica of flesh and blood?]

Cloning... a technology involving the very essence of life, is destined to be labeled 'forbidden' even in Teyvat, a land blessed by the gods.

[That's good, that's good... If it were a shared life-and-death consciousness link, wouldn't severing the Doctor's connection also erase him? But right now, it's just a clone and the original, so there's no need to bear such a fateful shackle.]

Cloning...the technology of creating life. While replicating plants and animals is somewhat acceptable, once it touches upon the existence of 'human beings,' it will inevitably spark endless controversy and ethical dilemmas in any era and any world.

[So Caesar's obsession with defeating the Doctor might not just be driven by a sense of mission... but also by a desire to prove his own worth? One of those old tropes about clones.]

[A question suddenly occurred to me—Caesar was cloned based on the Doctor…so, in terms of bloodline, wouldn't the Doctor be considered his 'father'?]

[↑Filial piety and parental love, right? A fated showdown turns into a family drama?]

……

Deep within the mental prison lies a profound silence.

"Concise and precise reasoning, as expected of you... or rather—"

"As expected of me."

The Doctor slowly raised his hand, removed his mask, and revealed a face strikingly similar to Caesar's, yet etched with the marks of time. His eyes were as deep as the night, concealing countless unsolved mysteries and cold rationality.

Caesar gazed at the face that resembled his own by eight parts, yet bore a few more signs of age, and gently shook his head, his tone calm to the point of indifference:

"I'm not you."

"I am merely the Great Tree King, a weapon forged with your blood as a guide and forbidden power, a creation made solely to fight against you, nothing more."

The doctor put his mask back on, a smile playing on his lips: "But from a genetic sequence perspective, you and I are completely different; every code matches perfectly. Biologically speaking, you are me."

His voice was deep and resolute: "You are not fundamentally different from the fragments of my personality that have splintered off."

"You could even say that because you were conceived using me as a template, you inherit all of my potential—"

"The same wisdom, the same thirst for knowledge, and that almost indifferent logical thinking about the value of life."

“The only difference between us is…” The doctor leaned forward slightly, a meaningful glint in his eyes, “You possess ‘kindness.’ That’s all.”

"That's why all my profiles agree on you—you are the embodiment of my 'kind personality'."

Caesar remained unmoved by these remarks, as if the other person were talking about a stranger from another world.

"..."

Seeing that he remained silent, the smile on the doctor's face gradually faded, eventually freezing into a cold, hard line, like a frozen blade.

Caesar narrowed his eyes, his expression still calm, his tone gentle yet unquestionable: "Don't even think about contacting those fragments of yours."

"This space has been completely isolated from the outside world. There is no access to the void network, and no channel for the transmission of consciousness."

"Unless I'm willing to let you out."

He paused briefly, a slight smile playing on his lips: "However, even if you possess technology that I can't overcome, and manage to transmit information, I'm afraid your slices are beyond saving right now—"

"After all, my target has never been just you."

The doctor finally spoke, his voice as cold as ice: "So, what you want to erase is not just me, but all my personality fragments?"

Only at this moment did Caesar finally reveal a slight smile, faint yet carrying an air of all-knowing composure.

"Whether I truly embody so-called 'kindness' is something I myself cannot confirm. But I am certain of one thing—"

He spread his hands, a gesture that conveyed a sense of helplessness, yet also contained an undeniable strength:

“I lack one thing, something that is deeply imprinted in the soul of every one of you—arrogance.”

"Whether it's the arrogance of pursuing power, the cowardice of escaping reality, or even the feigned humility of yielding, every one of you has a sense of superiority that is higher than that of ordinary people flowing in your bones."

His gaze was piercing, staring directly into the hidden eyes behind the mask:

"The Great Tree King once told me: 'Weakness and ignorance do not lead to the end of life; what is truly fatal is arrogance.'"

"Back then, I didn't understand the true meaning of those words. But now, looking at you, I truly understand—"

"It is precisely because you firmly believe that your wisdom is unmatched that you think an independent mental prison is enough to imprison me forever."

Caesar crossed his arms and chuckled softly, a laugh devoid of mockery, only the tranquility of profound understanding:

"Do you remember what happened during the Flower Goddess's Birthday Festival? You used the Void System to peel us out of our dreams one by one and imprison us in these mental cages, just to buy time to collect intelligence."

“At the time, I didn’t break free of my restraints until the very last moment of the celebration. Everyone thought it was your victory and my defeat.”

"But the truth is..."

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze piercing the deep darkness like starlight, cold and sharp:

“I was never truly trapped. I was merely borrowing the cage you built for me and transforming it into my own battlefield.”

“I understand you—all your slices seem independent of each other, like fragments scattered in time and space, but in fact they are connected by hidden threads, sharing feelings and resonance.”

"As soon as one of the fragments harbors a rebellious thought, it can use its mind as a blade to obliterate all the others."

"This is the irrefutable proof that you are seemingly free and independent, but in reality, your fates are intertwined."

“Then…” Caesar tilted his head slightly, his gaze as sharp as a knife as he looked at the Doctor. His tone was low but meaningful, “If I could obtain a slice of your body while you are still alive, would I be able to follow these invisible connections and uncover all your hiding places?”

The doctor responded coldly, his voice as icy as ice: "I am quite certain that before today, not a single slice of me has ever appeared before you."

Caesar remained unmoved, a slight smile playing on his lips, his tone calm yet deadly sharp: "I didn't say it had to be a live slice."

"That's not..." Before he could finish speaking, the doctor's face suddenly froze.

In an instant, a memory flashed through the fog like lightning—

Before his consciousness was imprisoned in this mental cage, someone quietly appeared and took away the group of travelers behind Caesar.

That man was none other than Caesar, his other nemesis in this life—the vagabond!

That guy has never stopped for five hundred years, stubbornly wandering through every crevice of the world, hunting down every fragment of him, like harvesting withered leaves.

If the true form had not been hidden so deeply, the second seat of the Fools might have long since vanished from the world.

Therefore, it is perfectly normal for a rogue to possess a fragment of his remains.

Caesar, relying on that long-cooled remains, followed the resonance of bloodline and consciousness, traced back and precisely locked the coordinates of the existence of all his fragments.

Then, by leveraging the unbreakable connection between the fragments, all that's needed is to lure one of them into this mental prison...

The rest, like moths to a flame, will fall into the trap one after another.

In the end, they all fell and were captured in one fell swoop.

Caesar stared at the Doctor, as if he could see through the cold metal mask and glimpse the twisted, horrified expression beneath.

He chuckled softly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "It seems you've already foreseen—what's going to happen next."

“Thank you for personally getting involved,” he said slowly, his voice carrying a complex mix of sarcasm and gratitude. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to capture all your clones in this void.”

Before the words were finished, ripples suddenly appeared in the space, and a figure appeared out of thin air, standing silently in this domain of consciousness.

The doctor's pupils contracted, and his expression changed drastically.

Although he couldn't see the face clearly, that familiar aura had already coiled around his heart like a venomous snake—it was another fragment of him, forcibly dragged here from a distant time and space.

And this is just the beginning.

In the future, more and more of them will be drawn into this meticulously woven cage by invisible threads from different timelines and different corners of the world.

Caesar looked at the Doctor's clenched fist, which was filled with anger and resentment, and chuckled softly, his voice as deep as the night wind sweeping across the wasteland: "To deal with a demon, the only way is to let another demon take action."

"Therefore, the Great Tree King created my existence—as a weapon against 'you'."

The doctor's face was grim, his teeth clenched, and each word dripped with blood: "You were created with my blood, my memories, my will... Do you really want to be my enemy?"

The "I" he spoke of was neither the slice before him, nor the clone about to enter this place—

Rather, it is the true Second Executive Officer of the Fools, the "Doctor," who is capable of contending with the Demon God.

A slice is ultimately just a slice, merely a projection of the original self's thoughts at a certain moment, and the gap between it and the original self is like an insurmountable chasm.

Upon hearing this, Caesar's smile faded, his eyes turned deep, and his voice, though calm, carried immense power: "Does he think he would tolerate my existence if I stood beside him?"

“You’re also a PhD, so you should know better than me that someone like him can’t tolerate a second ‘me’.”

“We are all unique individuals, and that’s why you dare to judge me so arbitrarily, thinking that I’m just a copy with the quality of kindness.”

"Because even you yourselves firmly believe that even if I were a copy of him, I wouldn't be worthy of being compared to him."

"But you've all forgotten—"

Caesar's gaze suddenly sharpened, his eyes seeming to unsheathe a cold blade, piercing through illusion:

"I am who I am."

"I am... another complete PhD in this world."