Tai Yu opened his eyes and lay there for a while before sitting up and slowly making his way to the bathroom. He stared blankly at the half-length mirror. At last, he reached out and touched the mirror, his fingertips brushing over the handsome face reflected there.
There was nothing in his gaze but confusion and unease.
Who was this? Who exactly was this?
It wasn't Tai Yu. Tai Yu didn't possess this kind of accumulated knowledge, didn't think this way, and certainly wouldn't make such choices.
So had "Half-Face" tampered with something? Had he planted another consciousness in advance? Had it collided with his?
He picked up the pendant resting against his chest. For an instant, he nearly crushed it in his grip, but forcibly restrained himself.
For now, that consciousness or personality had no especially obvious desires or demands. There was still time to buffer things out.
The one currently controlling Tai Yu's body and consciousness was Bai Jiao.
In fact, he had already half-awakened before Tai Yu took the examination. He was merely tangled together with Tai Yu's surface consciousness and deeper thoughts, unable—and unwilling—to seize complete control. He truly couldn't handle the Auxiliary Service examination scenarios. Even during the drinking session afterward, he had only quietly guided Tai Yu to ask a few questions after he got drunk, learning about the recent situation.
Then Bai Jiao confirmed that this was the worst situation he had encountered in over a hundred years.
The power he had built over nearly a century had vanished into ashes, destroyed by the Pantheon. To top it off, they had pinned on it the charge of "luring Extraterritorial Species into a habitable planet."
Of course, Bai Jiao didn't know whether the Yin Lord Evil God he believed in truly had roots among