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"The key is the editor behind it," Athena analyzed. "His identity is definitely not simple; he can influence so many creators."

"It's very likely a higher-level being."

Wang Ye adjusted his sunglasses. "So what should we do?"

A cold glint flashed in Jiang Mo's eyes.

"Since someone wants to impersonate me, I'll show them what I'm made of..."

What truly defines "Jiang Mo"?

"Get ready."

"We're going to hunt down those imposters."

A remote region in the multiverse.

A battle between Jiang Mo and others is unfolding here.

Both sides in the battle had the same black hair and black eyes, the same faces, and even wore the same clothes.

If you don't look closely, you can't tell the difference at all.

"Imitation, there can only be one Jiang Mo in this universe."

One of them, Jiang Mo, roared and released a tremendous energy surge.

"Bullshit! You're the imposter!"

The other Jiang Mo was equally unyielding, unleashing terrifying power as well.

The two forces collided, and the entire star field began to tremble.

Further away, a dozen or so Jiang Mos were engaged in similar battles.

The whole situation was in utter chaos.

The real Jiang Mo, along with the others, secretly observed this farce.

"These imposters are indeed quite formidable."

"Yes." Athena nodded. "Their ability configuration is almost exactly the same as yours."

"The power of the Great Dao, conceptual manipulation, even the protagonist's halo."

The only difference is...

They have no essence.

Jiang Mo said calmly.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Chulan asked, puzzled.

"Power can be copied, abilities can be imitated, and even memories can be implanted."

"But there is one thing that cannot be copied."

That is the essence of existence.

"I am who I am, because I have gone through the complete process from weak to strong."

"Every step of growth, every breakthrough, leaves its mark on my existence."

"And these counterfeit goods are merely a collection of pre-designed entities."

They have no real past, and therefore no real present.

As he spoke, Jiang Mo took a step forward.

"Alright, game time is over."

"Let me end this farce."

He did not release any energy, nor did he display any supernatural powers.

He just stood there quietly, and then... spoke a sentence.

"I am Jiang Mo."

It's just that simple sentence.

But the moment those words were spoken, time and space in the entire area froze.

All the imposters who were fighting suddenly froze in mid-air, as if a pause button had been pressed.

For the first time, the emotion called "fear" appeared in their eyes.

Because they sensed a kind of oppression from the very source of their existence.

Just like pirated software encountering the digital signature of genuine programs, their existence becomes unstable and begins to tremble.

"No...impossible...we are also Jiang Mo...we also possess the power of the Great Dao..."

One of the imposters struggled to speak.

But the next second, its body began to slowly dissipate like sand.

Not only it, but all the counterfeit goods disappeared at the same time.

Their power, their memories, everything about them, all lost their meaning in the face of the real Jiang Mo.

True power does not lie in what abilities you possess.

Jiang Mo looked at the disappearing figures and spoke calmly.

"It depends on what you are."

Soon, all the counterfeit goods disappeared without a trace.

The entire area has returned to tranquility.

*Slap slap slap...*

At that moment, applause rang out from the void.

A middle-aged man dressed in a black suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses slowly appeared.

His temperament is unique, possessing the elegance of a scholar, the shrewdness of a businessman, and a... the discerning eye of an editor.

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

He laughed and said, "As expected of the original, this level of suppression is something we simply cannot replicate."

"Are you the editor?"

Jiang Mo looked at the newcomer with a calm and composed expression.

"It is I."

The middle-aged man gave a graceful bow. "I'm a senior editor on the Creative Quality Management Committee, codename Scissors."

"Specializing in...correcting works that are too perfect."

Too perfect?

Asgard scoffed, "What a bizarre reason!"

"No, no, no, that's not a weird reason."

The scissor-handed man shook his finger. "An overly perfect work will disrupt the balance of the entire creative market."

"Imagine if all readers only read Mr. Jiang Mo's stories, how would other authors survive?"

"If this continues, the entire creative ecosystem will collapse."

Therefore, we need to appropriately weaken some overly excellent works.

"Make them... a little more ordinary."

Upon hearing these words, everyone showed expressions of anger.

This is utterly robber logic!

Just because someone else wrote it so well, does that mean we should forcibly weaken it?

What kind of logic is this?

"An interesting theory."

"So, how do you plan to weaken me?"

The scissorhands took out a special pair of scissors from their pockets.

The scissors were completely black, exuding an unsettling aura.

"This is a settings scissors tool, specifically used to modify the basic settings of existing characters."

"I will add some reasonable weaknesses for you."

For example, each use of the power of the Great Dao consumes lifespan.

"Or, you lose a portion of your memory after each battle."

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"In short, we want to make you more...human."

As he spoke, he raised the scissors in his hand.

"Please don't resist; this is a relief for you too."

"After all, a perfect being is very lonely, isn't it?"

"You're right."

Jiang Mo nodded. "A perfect being is indeed very lonely."

So...

A dangerous smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"I've decided to stop striving for perfection."

Before he finished speaking, an unprecedentedly terrifying aura suddenly erupted from Jiang Mo's body.

That was neither the power of the Great Dao nor the manipulation of concepts.

Rather, it is a more primal, more pure...destructive urge.

"I want to become...imperfect."

"Became irritable, became cruel, became...incomprehensible."

"Do you still want me to 'correct' like this?"

Sensing this terrifying aura, Scissorhands' expression instantly changed.

He realized that he couldn't see through Jiang Mo at all.

In an instant, the other party seemed to transform from a "perfect protagonist" into a "chaotic demon king."

This change completely exceeded his expectations.

"What...what are you doing?"

"I'm showing my imperfections."