You've started to believe in yourself again, which is great, but don't forget that there are many people in this world who believe in you too.
I won't say anything more. While you've only been here a short time, and before the Fear Faction reacts, tell me what I should do.
Cheng Shi smiled:
"What cannot be hidden from them, at least not from [time]."
I'm not even sure if the other you has the ability to take me out, but we have to try, right?
I believe time will understand me; who would willingly leave this world if they hadn't had nowhere else to go?
As he spoke, Cheng Shi reached out his hand to Zhen Xin and activated the Time Deduction Technique.
He was going to meet another Zhen Xin to see if there was a chance to find a shortcut to the real universe in the gaps of [existence].
His vision went black in an instant, and the moment his consciousness was pulled away, Cheng Shi knew that the time calculation method had succeeded; [Time] had indeed not rejected him.
But when he opened his eyes again, what he saw made him freeze on the spot.
Because what stood before him was not another Zhen Xin, but clumps of disordered, chaotic yellow mist, as if being pulled by some enormous force, torn apart and flattened like cotton.
The process was very slow, and the way the yellow mist was being torn apart made people feel the pain and suffering just by looking at it.
Cheng Shi's pupils contracted sharply, and he took half a step back, tentatively asking without certainty:
"【confusion】?"
The surging yellow mist suddenly paused, then boiled up again, hiding the constantly being torn wound deep within the yellow mist, and then wisps of smoke fell and transformed into a physical figure in front of Cheng Shi.
The figure was incredibly familiar; it was none other than the magician who had just stood before him, Zhen Xin!
"It's rare that I would meet you at this time."
"Are you alright, Fate Weaver?"
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