"Otto Apocalypse, you entered my consciousness. What is it you want to know about me?"
Xu Yanwu asked Otto.
"You're not Xu Yanwu." Otto looked at Xu Yanwu, who was holding a teacup. "The Xu Yanwu I remember wasn't like you."
"No, no, no..."
Smiling, Xu Yanwu set the teacup in his hand on the table beside him and stood up.
"I am indeed myself, but there should be some differences between me and the one you know."
The moment Xu Yanwu stood up, Otto suddenly realized that he could not move at all.
Otto could only watch as Xu Yanwu rose, walked over to him, slowly lifted his hand, and placed it around Otto's neck.
"Otto Apocalypse, I'll repeat myself... you came to the wrong place."
As Xu Yanwu spoke, his grip gradually tightened.
Otto felt the sensation of suffocation as well.
It was a feeling he had not experienced in a long time, ever since he had abandoned his original body.
As Xu Yanwu's grip continued to tighten, Otto found his consciousness beginning to blur.
Even though this was a space within consciousness, Otto had the premonition that he was about to be killed.
Under those circumstances, Otto forced a few words out through his constricted throat.
"Are you... a god?"
The moment he asked that question, Otto felt the grip around his neck loosen, and he was able to move again.
Otto took a step back and gasped for air.
"I am not a god."
To Otto's surprise, Xu Yanwu answered his question. Otto looked at Xu Yanwu, only to find that at some point, he had already returned to the table.
Xu Yanwu gestured for Otto to sit across from him.
"Sit. You came here because you wanted to know something, didn't you?"
"..."
After remaining