When Xiao Ran opened his eyes and looked at the simple yet familiar ceiling, he felt momentarily dazed, unable to tell where he was or why he was here.
Feeling his hand gently held and kneaded by another pair of hands, Xiao Ran turned his head toward the bedside. It was another familiar sight—Sheryl was asleep beside the bed, softly holding his hand.
"What happened to me?" Xiao Ran was somewhat bewildered as countless scenes flashed through his mind, and he suddenly understood. "Right, AmbriO! I was dealing with AmbriO in that world, but he died for no apparent reason. Then I lost consciousness. But why? Why did I feel so out of control at the time?"
"That feeling of having everything under my control, of being able to do anything I wanted, of being like a god... In that moment, I truly felt like a god, an omnipotent god. I could casually make AmbriO's clones die in different ways, casually control AmbriO's mind, casually do whatever I wanted. Was I really the one who tortured AmbriO like that?"
Xiao Ran's breathing stopped for an instant, his pupils sharply contracting before relaxing again. "Hah... yes, that person was me. Because of the anger in my heart, and because of that godlike, omnipotent power, I began to scorn gods, feeling that gods were nothing more than this. I felt like I could do anything I wanted, that anyone could be eliminated with ease. I became arrogant, conceited, somehow strange... I became unlike myself."
"Under normal circumstances, even if I wanted to torture AmbriO, I might not have been able to do something like torturing ninety-nine copies of him ninety-nine times each. Yet I did exactly that while in a state where I should have maintained Absolute Rationality. It was completely unlike