Amid the boundless darkness, the Jiang Ping An in the mirror merged into Jiang Ping An's real body.
Jiang Ping An's expression changed.
He tried to drive the other out of his body, but could find no trace of him.
His flesh underwent no change, but his thoughts were changing.
His feelings for his loved ones, his children, and his parents gradually faded.
Strange thoughts rose in his mind, one after another:
These people are all burdens, obstacles on the road to the summit.
As long as you're powerful and rich, you can find any stunning woman you want. Women are only tools for release, and children are merely the products of that release.
You don't need emotions. Without these burdens, you can do whatever you please without restraint.
In this world, only you are real. Once you die, nothing remains. Everyone is a stepping stone. Everyone can be used. To grow stronger, you can stop at nothing.
Slaughter, robbery—you can do anything. Survival of the fittest: that is the rule of this world.
Noticing the change in his thoughts, Jiang Ping An immediately roared in anger:
"Get out of my body!!"
"I told you, I am you. All these thoughts are yours. Deep down, you have always been selfish."
Divine thoughts spread through his consciousness.
"Bullshit! You're planting your thoughts in me! You aren't me at all!"
Jiang Ping An drove the Soul Disorder Art to its fullest:
"I am selfish, and I do have a dark side, but I would never treat the people who love me as replaceable tools!"
"You judge this world by self-interest and belittle emotions as worthless. All you want is to turn me into a tool that will stop at nothing!"
"You want to parasitize me this way? Not a chance!!"
Jiang Ping