Wen Xishu's heart lurched. Had 001 already found a way to kill him?
In theory, now that he had moved beyond the attack range of most teams, only the chessboard could finish him off. Yet he was still alive.
Wen Xishu kept up his outward composure.
"Go on."
Wen Xishu 001 said:
"My universe is fake. All the universes except the one you came from are fake."
What?
The sudden declaration stunned Wen Xishu.
It felt like an enemy suddenly saying "I surrender" in the middle of a victory speech.
He stared at 001 in disbelief.
001 said:
"Fortunately, I'm you. Or rather... this trial was designed specifically for you."
Wen Xishu was still somewhat bewildered.
The other Wen Xishus were still fighting for their lives, but 001 had already seen through the truth of the entire game.
"Accepting this was incredibly difficult. You weren't really the one being tested in this game. For you, perhaps all you needed was to stop wavering."
True, Wen Xishu had briefly wavered before killing 045, but he had soon seen the situation clearly.
His mindset had shifted a little, and his earlier uncertainty was gone.
For 001, however, an even harder challenge had awaited him after he stopped wavering.
"I thought about it too. I couldn't run away. I shouldn't waver. I should kill you."
"We both went through that stage. But do you remember that pessimist, that Drunkard? The man most people thought was the first to get himself killed... was actually a sage."
Wen Xishu was startled. He remembered the Drunkard's meaningful look.
But he had never expected the Drunkard to have actually made a move.
"He died at my hands because his world was utterly hopeless, a world with nowhere left to turn."
"So he gave me the Eye of