Many times, we found ourselves wondering: Who am I? Why am I here? What am I going to do from now on?
But many times, such doubts quickly vanished. Philosophical questions about life clearly were not something ordinary people paid attention to every day.
Yet the doubts had not disappeared from his heart. Instead, they were like a bottomless abyss, constantly devouring his reason.
Who was he, exactly?
Was he Tian Ji, who had developed a sense of identification and attachment to Emerald Fantasy, no longer wanted this game world to be destroyed, planned to remain here forever, and had even secretly contacted the Upper Class Noble with the intention of plotting to eliminate all the Chosen Ones?
Or was he King Snake, an unremarkable man who had transformed into a dragon the moment he entered the game world, stirred up the winds and clouds, and ultimately become the leader of the Shenzhou Battle Group, one of the Grand Alliance's ten greatest battle groups?
Whoever he was, whether Tian Ji or King Snake, both seemed like past lives to him now.
The mirror was merely an ordinary mirror, an everyday item stored in King Snake's personal space. Looking at his reflection in it, he fell silent.
Whoever he was... yes, whoever he was, he had always appeared to others in King Snake's form.
If he was Tian Ji, then after inheriting all of King Snake's memories, he deeply felt his own despicability. Facing a King Snake who had selflessly devoted himself to the battle group and had even planned long ago to leave his property to him, he was undoubtedly suffering the condemnation of his own heart.
If he was King Snake, then facing Tian Ji's attempt to ally with the Upper Class Noble and murder all the Chosen Ones,