As time wore on, Kan Lu's mood grew increasingly grim.
There was no clock here, so he had no idea exactly how long he had been walking. But judging by the counting he had kept in his head, he had been walking for nearly forty minutes.
For twenty minutes, the scenery around him had remained unchanged. He had nearly thought he was simply marching in place.
But that was not even the most fatal part. The most fatal part was that, as time passed, he felt his self-awareness becoming increasingly blurred.
Somehow, he had a premonition that if he kept walking like this, his will as an individual would be worn away, and he would completely become a "Matchstick Man."
That erosion of his will did not arrive gradually. Rather, it came with the arrival of a certain point in time. After it happened for the fourth time, Kan Lu had no choice but to stop.
Four complete instances of self-awareness erosion had caused him to lose many related memories. By now, he could not even remember how many Teammates he had, nor could he remember the names of the others. Those memories had vanished from his mind.
"No. If this keeps up, I'll really die here..."
Taking a deep breath, Kan Lu looked at his left hand.
Those forty-odd minutes had not been entirely fruitless.
The onset of that self-awareness erosion did not follow the passage of time, but rather the shifting of space. However, with no reference points around him, he had been unable to confirm it.
...But in fact, he did have a reference point.
That reference point was himself... or rather, the parts of his body that had been dismembered.
The hint had been given from the very beginning.
Although twisting his body back into two