The dragon in front of you narrowed its eyes, flicked its tail, and strode towards you from one side of the platform.

"So what?" He squeezed his large, scale-covered hand, making a chilling squeaking sound. "Rather than demanding your bland soul, firstly..."

He suddenly moved extremely close, so close that you almost ignored the danger he posed, and for a moment you felt as if this was your Qin Che.

"You must reclaim what doesn't yet belong to you..."

The dragon's voice echoed across the empty platform. He beckoned with his finger, and the golden light was pulled out of your chest once more.

The pain pulls you back to reality: "You...stop...!"

But the more you struggle, the clearer you see a strange, incongruous black mist entangled within it.

It's as if a soul that doesn't belong to you has merged into your soul.

The dragon's deep, terrifying voice whispered in your ear: "The feeling of your soul being torn apart isn't so painful, is it?"

He suddenly pulled you across the high platform, his bloodshot right eye almost touching yours.

In an instant, your mind is drawn into a deep, abyss-like vortex, and just when you think you are about to be swallowed up.

The wind howls through the crimson valley, and countless Holy Judgment soldiers wielding sharp blades thrust their weapons toward your chest.

You soon realize that this is not your experience, and the body suffering in pain is not you.

This is the dragon's memory.

Eye!

image!

remember!

It's Qin Che, no doubt about it!

The force that gripped you trembled, then suddenly released, and the valley and the wind vanished like faded paint.

Strands of light quickly flowed back into your chest, even pulling the dragon's body right in front of you.

He covered his right eye, lying face down on the platform, unable to see your eyes filled with joy and tears.

"Your power..." His voice was filled with doubt and disbelief, "Where does your power come from?"

"My...power?"

What power? How would you know?!

Before I could think any further, my chin was grabbed and pulled close by a claw-like hand.

"look at me."

Cold sweat gradually blurred your vision, and your neck was still being gripped tightly. You couldn't help but meet his eyes again.

A familiar voice echoed in my mind.

It really feels so familiar...

So familiar it makes me want to cry...

[His eyes... I want his eyes so much... These eyes are mine...]

Eat him... he's yours...

It's him!

You reaffirmed your decision!

He is Qin Che!

"It's getting stronger... the scent of desire..." Those bright red eyes are bewitching your soul. "Speak your desires, then offer your soul to me, and I will let you die without pain."

He paused for a moment before continuing, "Unless, you want to become a puppet in the Dragon's Lair."

Your fingers clenched so tightly they almost drew blood. You can't explain why, but you know this Qin Che is "not right." He's not the Qin Che you used to know.

So who is he? A guess slowly forms in your mind, waiting for the final stroke to bring him to reality.

"I...I want you..." The words that slipped out startled even yourself.

"act recklessly."

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