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I never imagined that a seemingly frail girl could possess such immense strength. At the same time, I realized that when the Personality within a body changes, the same body can express entirely different languages. My eyes were fixed on the expression on her face, which was a silent yet sinister grin.
I had no doubt that she would kill me in the next moment. In fact, if I could see my own face, it would surely be one of terror and panic, flushed to a deep shade of liver. The King of Hell would appear as soon as any murderous intent stirred within these Personalitys. In other words, by summoning the girl's Personality just now, I had also awakened the murderous intent of that young woman.
I felt as if everything around me had gone dark, my mind buzzing while the surroundings were eerily silent, much like drowning. People often say that when facing death, one relives their life in their mind. Yet at this moment, all I felt was an overwhelming fatigue.
It seemed like a good choice to sink into an eternal slumber because Alive was simply too exhausting.
In my dazed state, I heard several voices: "We can't just kill him; he still has his uses. Have you forgotten how we found out about those who possess those bowls? Your existence is meant to shield our sister from all external harm, but do you really want to destroy this body?"
The voice sounded magnetic and gentle. As it spoke, I felt the pressure around my neck slowly ease, but I remained groggy and utterly drained of strength.
"Those people will die sooner or later," said the voice of the King of Hell.
And then, I knew nothing more.
When I awoke, I felt an unbearable pain in my neck. Gently touching it with my hand revealed that the skin had been scraped raw. It dawned on me just how strong the grip of that King of Hell had been; he nearly choked me to death. But as I sat up, the first figure that came into view was not anyone else but a person wearing a mask.
This pitch-black mask had a wide mouth painted in bright red.
I shot up in shock, wanting to reach out and grab this person because I knew it was none other than Wu Zui. However, when my hand reached for Wu Zui, he suddenly dodged away as if he found my touch repulsive.
"The real show is yet to come," Wu Zui laughed heartily as he stood up and looked at me. "You can't die before that mission is completed."
With that, Wu Zui pinched my face. I had no strength left to resist. He crouched down so that his bizarre mask was only a few centimeters from me. Through the eye holes of the mask, I could see his eyes—and in them, I saw my own face.
Confused and terrified.
Wu Zui leaned closer to my ear and said slowly, "Do you remember? It was I who made you suffer from Self-Blame Delusion. Do you recall? It was I who killed Liu Yinyan in Dongxing City. So remember this: the game has only just begun. That day is approaching fast; soon you'll understand that our fates were sealed from the moment we were born."
I looked at Wu Zui, feeling both anger and helplessness as I lay there unable to move. "Who are you? What do you want? Lai San, Old Zhang, those fugitives have become your subordinates; one day I'll uncover you and even the forces behind you."
Wu Zui pressed my head down against the ground. The pain wasn't external; it felt like needles stabbing into my brain.
"What kind of cause leads to what kind of effect?" Wu Zui's voice was distorted and hoarse. "I've suffered far more than you can imagine. Sometimes ignorance is bliss. When you pierce through lies, everything becomes starkly bloody and raw. So you'd better hope to die before knowing the truth; otherwise..."
Wu Zui released my head, brushed off his clothes, and walked away while saying, "That would truly be worse than death! Ha ha."
Wu Zui gradually faded from my sight, walking into the endless darkness ahead. My throat felt dry, and I wanted to call out to Wu Zui, but in the end, I couldn't bring myself to speak.
The footsteps grew fainter, and I felt a throbbing headache. I didn't know who Wu Zui was, but I sensed that his targeting of me was part of some grand conspiracy. Ever since I fell into the Self-Blame Delusion, I felt as though I had stepped into a trap designed by Wu Zui, leading me to follow their plan step by step.
But what was this plan? What did Wu Zui want? He had taken in Lai San, Old Zhang, and a group of fugitives from the Ministry of Public Security—what was he trying to accomplish?
Everything was a mystery.
In a moment of panic, I suddenly shouted, "Wu Zui!"
My voice echoed loudly in the space around me. I jolted awake and quickly stood up. I rushed outside but found no trace of Wu Zui anywhere.
A voice slowly spoke, "Heh heh, are you dreaming?"
I shook my head and asked, "Where is this place?"
"This is my home," a woman replied softly.
It was then that I realized the person before me was the Murderer. However, her voice was delicate and gentle, like that of a girl. Just as I was about to ask the Murderer about this Personality, her cute expression suddenly vanished. In its place stood an older woman—I knew this was the sister of that girl.
"I didn't mean to kill you," the woman said as she stood up. "But no one can bully my sister; otherwise, I'll have to kill you."
I touched my neck and face, glancing into the distance as I asked, "Did someone wearing a mask come by just now?"
The Murderer smiled and replied, "What kind of dream are you having? How could that happen?"
I looked at the Murderer and said, "Since you've already taken the bowl from me, why do you still keep me here?"
The Murderer smiled at me and said, "We didn't kill you initially; instead, we wanted you to be the one delivering the bowl for our own reasons. We found your information online, which showed that you are physically weak but quite intelligent. More importantly, like us, you have mental health issues."
I furrowed my brows. Since I had become a member of the Special Operations Group, my file should have been confidential. Yet this Murderer could access my file—something that shouldn't be possible for someone at their level. Although I thought this in my mind, I didn't show it outwardly.
At that moment, the Murderer continued, "So you should understand the troubles of being mentally ill. Among these personalities, I'm relatively calm; if the King of Hell were to appear now, you'd probably be dead already."
"Who saved me?" I asked.
"I did." The Murderer suddenly changed their tone and mannerisms; subtle movements indicated that they were now male. He looked at me with refined elegance and said, "I saved you. If it weren't for my timely intervention, you would have already been killed by the King of Hell."
He continued, "Actually, we just want to find the bowl; we never intended to kill anyone. But we can no longer control the King of Hell. His appearances are becoming more frequent and numerous. He was meant to bear all suffering and sorrow, but he has endured too much pain and grief. His personality has become extremely twisted."
I frowned and said, "So, you plan to fulfill the King of Hell's wish and let him sleep forever. Otherwise, if he becomes the main personality, his twisted nature will soon bring disaster upon you. That is something you do not wish to see. If the King of Hell leads your body to ruin, then it won't just be him who dies."
The eloquent man replied, "Yes, this body is shared by all of us. If the King of Hell destroys it, none of us will have a good outcome. Thus, this plan was born. Although the King of Hell has tendencies toward cruelty, his original intention is for the main personality. You see, deep down, the King of Hell is actually a Satanist."
"Are those letters spells from Satanism?" I asked.
The man nodded, "Exactly. Every time the King of Hell acts, I leave behind those letters. They are meant to seal himself, not to seal others. But the King of Hell knows everyone's secrets and stories, so when he falls asleep, he will take the secret of the Twelve Bowls with him to his grave. At that point, my sister's obsession will vanish, and she will forget everything. However, we at least want her to accomplish what she wishes before that happens because this personality is about to disappear; she is on the verge of eternal sleep."
"That's one way to look at it." The voice of the murderer suddenly shifted to that of a woman: "It’s also a chance for us to live again, to forget the past and start anew."
I looked at the murderer; her eyes were filled with sorrow. A person who had always lacked parental love, someone who had lived in lies all their life. To escape and protect herself, she created one personality after another, but in the end, these personalities could not deceive her main self.
All problems in this world cannot be solved by avoidance; that is humanity's fate. The more one runs away, the more one suffers.
Some say that every seven years, all cells in a person's body are replaced, making them a completely new person. So can memories also disappear like that and allow one to become someone else?
"The bowl is behind you," the woman said. "If you agree, then begin."
"We know there’s a tracker in the bowl," she continued. "But if we don’t start now, we fear we may never have another chance."
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