"Ugh..."
Black-clothed Hua opened her eyes and slowly got to her feet.
"What... happened just now...?"
Muttering to herself, Black-clothed Hua looked around. She looked at White-clothed Hua, then at Kiana, Bronya, and Electro Mei, before turning to Fang Zheng with a bitter smile.
"So... that's how it is..."
"You realized?"
White-clothed Hua looked at Black-clothed Hua and asked softly. The latter turned her head away.
"Of course... No matter how much I tried to deceive myself, when I saw that scene... no, actually, I'd vaguely sensed it much earlier. I just didn't want to admit it... Hehe, I'm the Herrscher of Consciousness. If I want to deny something, isn't that easy?"
As she spoke, Black-clothed Hua—the Herrscher of Consciousness—lowered her head and clenched her fists.
"In the end, the one I always wanted to become wasn't me, and the one I wanted to destroy was actually myself. I laughed at everyone else, but I was the biggest joke... My memories, my identity, my body—everything, none of it was mine..."
"What does that matter?"
At that moment, Fang Zheng spoke.
"Even if those memories don't belong to you, that doesn't mean you don't exist. Other people's memories can still serve as a reference, can't they? Didn't you say it yourself before? If you encountered the same situation, you wouldn't be as indecisive and long-winded as she was. Isn't that enough? Even if you didn't truly experience those things—or rather, the one who experienced them wasn't you—haven't you still formed your own thoughts?"
"..."
The Herrscher of Consciousness froze for a moment at that, looking toward Fang Zheng. He shrugged.
"They say a thousand readers see a thousand Hamlets. Even the same experience doesn't mean people will react the same way. After reading those memories, you chose to rise up and