Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

Millions of years ago, primitive humans saw their own reflection in the calm water—this was humanity's original 'self'!

"In the end, all our self-awareness must return to the mirror."

"Reflected in the smooth mirror surface..."

"That is the real you."

……

"what--?!"

Zhang Wusheng exclaimed in surprise.

On the other side, Silver Frost pushed the second mirror over, placing it precisely in a position symmetrical to the first mirror.

Two enormous mirrors trapped Zhang Wusheng, leaving him nowhere to escape.

They reflect each other, and reflect each other's reflections. Within a mirror, countless mirrors are nested; within a world, countless worlds are nested!

Zhang Wusheng gasped, staring at the mirror within the mirror within the mirror within the mirror within the mirror...

His pupils trembled as he saw so many facets of himself, making it hard to breathe.

No more.

His body... instinctively wanted to leave this place, wanted to leave himself.

"Don't run away."

Koreya's voice seemed to come from a very, very far place, "Look in the mirror and tell me, what do you see?"

……

……

……

"..." Zhang Wusheng gritted his teeth, almost forcing himself to look at the overlapping mirrors.

The imagined world began to tremble slightly.

After several projections, he saw another version of himself. This was the first time he had seen himself "clearly" without generating too many negative emotions.

He hid deep within the mirror, spying on this place.

Chapter 1004: Your Shadow, Your Echo, and Yourself

"No...it wasn't you..."

Zhang Wusheng gritted his teeth; his facial expression could only be described as ferocious. Yet, he still strained to look into the distance, at the interconnected world reflected in the mirror.

"Rumble————!"

On the imagined grassland, a muffled rumble of thunder sounds, as if it's about to rain.

In the distant mirror, he glimpsed that memory he had sealed away.

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I can't remember the exact time, maybe it was in the afternoon?

The location... was even more vague. He couldn't remember what it was—a corridor? An art gallery? A school? An auditorium? Some kind of museum?

I only remember that the venue was very large, so large that it felt somewhat empty for a child.

The sky was overcast, and a torrential downpour was underway.

He was attending a commemorative exhibition with many children his age.

He had long forgotten what it was commemorating, only remembering that in the spacious hall, the shoes of those entering and leaving were soaked from the rain. The already smooth marble floor tiles became even more slippery, and a sharp "squeak" could be heard when shoes stepped on them with the slightest pressure.

The world of children is a baby version of the adult world. Even complete strangers will quickly separate into different small groups after meeting. And he, who has always been used to being alone, cannot fit into any group, and just like before, remains silent to himself.

until……

"boom!"

On some unknown floor, in the mirrored reflection, Zhang Wusheng's cane slipped, causing him to stumble and fall hard, drawing the attention of nearby visitors.

"what……"

Zhang Wusheng, standing outside the mirror, gasped.

I remember now, I remember everything, it was that day.

Those gazes.

The feeling of being watched, talked about, and pitied in public was not warm; instead, it was like a flame burning his insides. He gritted his teeth, trying to stand up on his own before causing a commotion, but his weak left leg trembled like a newborn fawn. In his haste, he tripped and fell again.

"Boom!!"

Once again, he fell hard to the ground.

However, this time, he did hear a rustling laugh.

The exhibition volunteers, who were already terrified and pale, quickly helped him up, checking his wounds and apologizing to him.

He made up stories about how the heavy rain was unexpected and how he hadn't taken proper precautions against slipping, blah blah blah... Perhaps he was trying to ask Zhang Wusheng not to tell his father about it. But honestly, Zhang Wusheng didn't remember a word he said at that time.

His gaze followed the unrestrained laughter, looking over and over.

"Do not……"

The perspective reflected in the mirror shifts accordingly.

In another corner of the exhibition hall, a group of children huddled together, watching their disheveled selves from afar, laughing and joking.

One of the children, about his age, was lying there, mimicking his first fall and struggle to get up in a ridiculously comical posture. His movements and expressions were completely out of sync, but it was precisely this comical incongruity that made it funny.

His overdeveloped senses, however, became the source of his suffering.

He could see every face in that group, every detail of the movement of their lips, and...

Zhang Honglu mingled among the children without any hesitation, laughing along with them.

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"boom------!"

Perhaps it was the thunder outside the exhibition hall.

Time seemed to stand still in that instant.

light.

crowd.

Loud laughter could be heard in the distance.

The sound of hushed discussions.

and also……

His own brother, born of the same father, was laughing heartily.

……

He wanted to scream, but his throat tightened from trembling, and he couldn't make a sound.

With his eyes wide with rage, Zhang Wusheng bit his lip until it bled!

"Heh... now... do you understand?"

Beneath the floor tiles.

Above the dome that is reflected.

His own reflection appeared in the smooth surface.

He broke free from Zhang Wusheng's control and began to act on his own, running his hand through his golden hair. That arrogant smile, which had never appeared on his face before, seemed to suggest he wanted to devour the world and chew it to pieces!

"The kind of loving family you're hoping for has never existed from the very beginning."

"All families in the world are intertwined with interests, and your family is no exception."

“No…it’s not like that…” Zhang Wusheng almost ground his teeth to powder, desperately and helplessly refuting, “Honglu, he just…”

"He's still young, just a child, he doesn't understand anything!"

"Hehe...hehe..."

Another version of myself sneered from within the floor tiles, "Children are the purest form of 'humanity,' they make no attempt to hide their likes and dislikes. Unlike adults, who conceal their true thoughts for various reasons. What you see right now is your dear brother's most genuine opinion of you."

"To them, you're just a bag of worthless garbage, only good for providing a little bit of laughs."

Zhang Wusheng, reflected in the mirror, opened his eyes, revealing terrifying amber vertical pupils like those of a dragon!

The sound of the dragon's breath was as loud as thunder in Zhang Wusheng's ears, growing ever closer!

"kill him."

“No…” Zhang Wusheng murmured weakly, “What…what are you saying…”

"What I'm talking about is exactly what truly reflected in your heart in that one ten-thousandth of a second just now." Zhang Wusheng, with his vertical pupils, smiled, his smile stretching his lips into a terrifying arc, as if he wanted to tear his face in two.

"kill him."

"I...I simply can't do that..."

"As long as you have the will, you can always do it."

Zhang Wusheng, with his vertical pupils, opened his arms as if to embrace him, laughing maniacally, "In terms of strength, you are the weaker one and he is the stronger one, but so what? Shooting, assassination, crime of passion... if you really want to kill someone, there are many ways."

"You're smarter than him, use your imagination."

“If you don’t kill him, what happened today will keep replaying in your mind. This humiliation, this pain of being betrayed by your family, this trauma… will torment you until the very last second before you breathe your last, like a little snake crawling into your veins!”

"Make up your mind, Zhang Wusheng! It doesn't matter if you can't do it today, it doesn't matter if you can't do it tomorrow, as long as you have this thought in your heart, one day you will do it!"

"kill him!"

"Before he dies, look him in the eyes and tell him personally, let him know... that he lost his life for this laughter today!"

Zhang Wusheng looked at Zhang Honglu not far away, his jaw clenched, his brows furrowed, veins bulging, and his eyes almost bleeding.

The dragon's breathing was already close, right behind him.

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"Do not……"

"Do not--!"

Zhang Wusheng forcibly averted his gaze, took a few deep breaths, and murmured, "He doesn't like me, it doesn't matter... I still have my father..."

"And Mother!"

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"..."

Zhang Wusheng smiled as he stood in the floor tiles.

You have nothing.

"Only your shadow..."

"Your echo..."

"And yourself."

Chapter 1005: Disintegration

"..."

Standing in the corner of the room, Silver Frost, as his assistant, listened to his entire narration without missing a single word.

Shock, disbelief, and a wave of disbelief washed over her. Anyone with eyesight could see that Zhang Wusheng's personality contained many gloomy and obsessive elements. He almost never initiated conversations with anyone, had few friends, and generally kept to himself, detached from society.

Yinshuang had considered that his somewhat introverted personality might be due to his congenital physical condition; however, everything that happened today completely overturned this idea.

It's not just dull anymore.

It's a frenzy that's almost reached its limit after excessive repression!