During another exchange, as their weapons clashed and they met each other's eyes at close range, Mountains Xunge suddenly asked, "Has your nightmare ever changed?"
A very interesting question.
Yu Xunge gave her first truly radiant smile since waking up. Had they not been fighting, she might have had a good long laugh. Only her other self had noticed this problem. Only her other self had sensed something wrong.
Even without her memories, the other woman still retained the sharpness and suspicion of human nature she ought to have.
Even Qihua had mistakenly believed she had so many weaknesses, convinced that she held so many genuine attachments, unchanged even after 140,000 repetitions.
Yu Xunge asked her other self, this person who perhaps understood her better than anyone else in the world, "What do you think?"
Mountains Xunge answered with another question. "How did you do it?"
Five Demon Games. Although she had only one set of memories for each Demon Game, she knew that in every Demon Game, after Star Sea Xunge finished taking lessons from her, she would go kill the dragon, Little Robot, and the two beings she called her teachers.
Like a preset program.
The nightmares in the first and fifth Demon Games had actually been identical.
After countless loops, how could the nightmare be the same every time?
Were those four really that important?
This was precisely what Mountains Xunge doubted most.
They were important, certainly, but not so important that she would live or die for them.
However long they had known each other, how could it be longer than she had known herself?
The first time she killed them in the Demon Game, she had indeed suffered. She suffered over her choice, over seeing her own true colors.
But if she could still suffer