Genshin Impact: Pool Character, Nirvana of the Demon God

"I am who I am."

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

Caesar spoke slowly, his gaze as sharp as a blade in the dead of winter, each word resounding as if inscribing an unalterable declaration on the scroll of destiny.

Wow! Caesar, you're so handsome!

[Who understands! This line, "I am another complete PhD in this world," is absolutely breathtakingly cool!]

To be honest, the Doctor had already created a lot of pressure, but now—Caesar is the real "Doctor"!

The oppressive aura and shadows that had gathered at the entrance of the coaching academy now served as stepping stones for Caesar's entrance...

The Doctor schemed against the masses, but Caesar turned the tables on him.

The Doctor's meticulously planned scheme of dissecting was nothing but a laughable farce in the face of Caesar.

[I wanted to go all out, but I ran into Caesar and ended up giving away a huge advantage.]

Upon hearing this, the doctor's lips twitched slightly and then sank down, as if struck by an invisible hammer.

Yes. This is the truth that all those involved know perfectly well, yet refuse to confront.

Caesar was another doctor.

The Doctor cannot tolerate Caesar's existence—and this very fact proves that Caesar's existence is the most thorough replication and response to the title "Doctor".

He is an existence equivalent to the original, even closer to the complete "Primordial One" than any fragment.

There is an insurmountable chasm between the original and the sliced ​​version.

The other fragments verbally refer to Caesar as a "split personality of goodness," but deep down they know that he is not a fragment, but a mirror image—another complete individual who is equal to and on par with the real Doctor.

Therefore, they harbored a secret fear of Caesar deep in their hearts, mixed with a sliver of hope:

Maybe... he's not actually that strong?

Perhaps... he hasn't reached the level of the original?

However, at this moment, Caesar, through a decisive and ruthless maneuver, lured all the fragments into this cage of consciousness, like a hunter closing his net—

His actions declared a cold, hard truth:

Even if you try to categorize me as a "slice," the truth will not be distorted by delusion.

The only one who can stand up to the "Doctor" is another "Doctor".

And you, these afterimages, these projections, these branches stripped from the trunk, can only bow down and obey the true "Doctor," submitting to his judgment.

Realizing he had nowhere to retreat, the Doctor stared coldly at Caesar, his voice low and echoing like the depths of an abyss: "Your existence is an extension of mine. Ethically speaking..."

"This is utterly rebellious."

Caesar chuckled, a slight smile playing on his lips, a hint of mockery in his eyes: "Unable to find a way to defeat me, and unable to escape, you have no choice but to stand on the moral high ground and judge me?"

The doctor's expression gradually calmed, as if he had already accepted his fate. His tone was indifferent and detached: "No matter what, you won't let us leave."

"There are only two possible outcomes for us: either we die here and our souls are scattered, or we are trapped here forever and our consciousness withers away."

"I'm in a desperate situation no matter which way I turn, so I must at least reclaim some dignity through my words."

Caesar shook his head slightly, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes: "I never thought you'd end up like this."

“Indeed, this body was copied based on you. In terms of origin, from an ethical point of view, I should indeed call you—Father.”

He paused, his tone unusually gentle: "In this respect, I am still grateful."

“If the Great Tree King had not realized that you would eventually cause a catastrophe, and that only by using violence to suppress violence and demons to suppress demons could your madness be contained, I would not have been created.”

"And I would never have the chance... to meet them."

At this point, Caesar's gaze softened, and as his eyes darted around, a familiar figure seemed to emerge from the depths of his memory—smiles, whispers, and images of walking side by side flashed by, like candlelight flickering in the wind, illuminating the darkness he had once walked alone through.

After a moment, he regained his composure, looked at the doctor again, and said in a firm voice:

"If you gave me this body, then it was the Great Tree King, and them, that truly shaped my soul."

"Right now, this space is only large enough for consciousness to manifest."

"In other words, here, so-called morality and ethics are as powerless to bind me as floating clouds—although even in reality, they have never truly trapped me."

[Caesar: Reject moral blackmail, starting with myself.]

[The other party rejects your manipulative tactics and chooses to treat you with paternalistic kindness—Dear biological father, please accept my gift.]

[I tried to claim him as my father to get him to go easy on me, but he wouldn't have it.]

Please accept this small token of my love for my proudest dad!

……

"Huh—? Caesar is the Doctor's clone?"

Paimon's eyes widened, his voice filled with disbelief, his cheeks puffing out slightly as if he were choking on the sudden news: "Wait... clones? What are those?"

Standing to the side, Yingwei tilted her head slightly, her gaze calm and profound, as if piercing through the sands of Mount Sumeru, bringing back knowledge from afar: "Just like plant cuttings."

She spoke slowly, her tone gentle yet clear: "You cut a branch from a mother plant, bury it in the soil, and water it carefully. Soon after, it will take root, sprout, and grow into a plant exactly the same as the original."

She continued, “Cloning is essentially the same process—except that cuttings are for plants, while cloning applies to more complex organisms.”

"By extracting a small portion of cells or genetic material from a living organism, and with the help of advanced technology, it is possible to cultivate an individual with completely identical genes."

"Exactly the same?" Paimon jumped up, waving his hands in the air as if trying to grasp the concept and examine it closely. "So... Caesar is another Doctor?"

"A living 'copy'?"

Nasita nodded slightly, a rational glint in her emerald eyes: "From a genetic perspective, that is indeed the case."

"Their DNA sequences are identical, just like two leaves from the same tree, originating from the same source."

In an instant, the air seemed to freeze.

Ying and her group's faces suddenly turned pale, their eyes filled with shock, confusion, and a hint of heartache.

Just then, the wanderer who had been standing silently spoke softly, his voice like the wind rustling through withered leaves: "But we're talking about the 'genetic level'—but is a person's identity solely determined by genes?"

His gaze swept over the crowd, his tone calm yet undeniable: "You have all been with Caesar; you should know what kind of person he is."

Everyone was startled, and memories flooded back—those unintentional acts of care, and the unique steadfastness and tenderness in Caesar's eyes.

All of this demonstrates that Caesar was completely different from that person; he was by no means a copy.

Paimon opened his mouth as if to speak, but then choked up.

Ying gently pressed her shoulder, her gaze fixed firmly on the distance: "That's right. The Doctor is the Doctor, and Caesar is Caesar."

"Even if they share the same blood and the same genetic code, they are definitely not the same person."

"The soul can never be cloned."

Iya clenched his fist, his voice low but powerful: "Uncle Caesar... could never be that cold-blooded doctor! He's our partner!"

A faint smile appeared on the rogue's lips, as if he had finally seen the answer he had been waiting for. "Since you understand this,"

He said, "Then let's stop dwelling on whether Caesar was a replicant. It's not important, right?"

He changed the subject, his tone becoming solemn: "The real problem now is—you already know Caesar's true identity, and you should be able to understand why he insists on fighting the Doctor."

"That was his obsession, the destiny he carried, and the mission entrusted to him by the Great Tree King before his death. He would not allow anyone to interfere in this battle, nor did he need anyone's rescue."

"And my taking you away from here is his final arrangement."

Having said that, he looked at the crowd again, his gaze sharp as a blade: "So—now, are you willing to leave?"

After a moment of silence, Ying slowly nodded, her eyes filled with relief and trust. The others followed suit.

They had lingered here out of concern for Caesar, but now they finally understood that it was all Caesar's own choice.

They believed that the man who always silently protected them had already calculated every step of the way.

Even if there's an abyss ahead, it's a path he chose to walk. And all they can do is respect him.

Paimon scratched his head and muttered to himself, "But if we leave Sumeru City... where should we go next? We can't just wander around aimlessly, can we?"

“If you still wish to investigate the royalists’ secret research,” the wanderer said calmly, “I suggest you go to Huacheng Guo and find a forest ranger named Tinali. He might be able to lift a corner of the fog for you.”

Ying was slightly surprised: "You know Tinari too?"

“I don’t know him,” the wanderer shook his head. “But this is what Caesar asked me to tell you. He mentioned that the royalist sages went to Doomhammer Forest to try to invite Tinari to participate in the so-called ‘project.’”

Therefore, he likely knew the inside story very well.

“If even he knows nothing…” he spread his hands slightly, “then who should I turn to next? Caesar hasn’t told me. So, let’s try our luck first. If things don’t work out, we’ll make other plans.”

Nasita asked softly, "Aren't you coming with us?"

The wanderer did not answer immediately, but simply looked up at the sky, his eyes as deep as the night.

“Caesar’s plan is to bring together all the scattered fragments of the Doctor’s consciousness,” he said slowly. “Once successful, those detached ‘slices of the Doctor’ will fall into a brief state of unconsciousness…”

Before he could finish speaking, Ying already understood and gently raised her hand to stop him: "No need to say anything... We understand what you're going to do."

In the silence, everyone tacitly understood the unspoken message.

When countless unconscious "doctors" simultaneously fall into a deep sleep, it's nothing short of an undefended feast for the rogues who specialize in hunting them down.

Like a lone wolf in the wilderness, it finally waits for the moment when the moon sets, the stars fade, and the beasts slumber.