Save Me, Cecilia

Deep within the thick fog, two Luther, one sitting and one standing, gazed at each other.

Why did you run away?

Upon hearing Luther's question from the standing figure, the one lying on the ground, [Luther], paused for a moment, then laughed. It was a laugh devoid of any joy, filled with exhaustion and despair, a laugh that made Luther feel uneasy from the bottom of his heart.

"You should know the reason very well, right?"

After he finished laughing, he pointed to his body, which had been burned but had recovered quickly, and said softly, "I was in so much pain."

Pain

This time, it was Luther who was stunned.

The other party continued:

"Since transmigrating, I've been living unimaginably terrifying days every single day."

"Constantly tormented by various evil spirits, constantly burdened with the extreme emotions of millions, constantly having Flesh cut open, constantly enduring harm, having one's head shot, one's arm torn off, and then having that 'Pain' weapon used to amplify the feeling of pain!"

"And what happened? The captain died, Cecilia died, the Lamb died, everyone died! I was all alone again."

"There is no hope for the future, only suffering!"

The split [Luther] shook its head in despair, "I can't take it anymore, I'm so tired, I don't want to continue! I don't want to feel my own existence, I don't want to be Consciousness, I don't want to walk this painful and Beyonder Pathway any longer!"

"I just want to end all of this!"

That's why he ended his own life immediately, and only chose to escape after realizing it was ineffective.

Is this what I truly think deep down?

Luther remained expressionless, clenching his fists tightly. His fingernails dug deep into his palms, causing warm blood to drip slowly.

The pain I'm enduring is so intense that even my Avatar is unwilling to bear it anymore?

"Oh"

A sound echoed within him; it was Medici chuckling softly.

"Calm down, don't let your emotions control you." M's figure appeared beside you, gently comforting you. "This is just a small part of your Mental World; it doesn't represent your true thoughts. Having such thoughts actually proves that you are a living, breathing person."

"Call"

Luther took a deep breath, trying to suppress the Frenzy in his Mental World.

"Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

He looked down at his own Avatar.

"No."

The other person replied in despair, as if his shouts had exhausted all his energy. He waved his hand wearily, "Destroy me, I don't want to feel anything anymore."

". good."

Luther said in a deep voice, and with a flick of his hand, he created another Flame Spear.

The other person looked at the Firearm, a look of relief appearing in their eyes.

You can't kill him.

But just then, M spoke up.

"What's the meaning?"

Luther stopped what he was doing, turned around and asked, and even the [Luther] sitting on the ground looked puzzled.

M explained softly:

"He is a part of your humanity, and a very vibrant and full one. Killing him would destroy your humanity and be detrimental to your mental state."

"But if I don't deal with him, my mental state will remain unstable."

Luther Zedao.

"Therefore, my suggestion is to devour him and bring him back into your Consciousness."

M offered her solution.

"Then wouldn't I continue to exist?"

"Luther on the ground asked incredulously."

"Yes."

M nodded gently yet cruelly. "I regret to inform you that you will continue to exist as a part of him—meaning you will continue to feel this pain clearly and continuously, until the very end."

Hearing her say that, the astonishment on [Luther]'s face, as he lay there, gradually Distortion into despair and fear.

"Don't want!"

He screamed, then suddenly leaped up and fled deeper into the mist.

"Bang!"

The weak boy was no match for the main body and was easily grabbed and pinned to the ground.

"You promised me! You said you'd kill me!"

He struggled and cried out to Luther in despair.

Luther, however, remained silent, his face tense.

"Hiss."

His palm pressed against the other person's back, and that hand gradually merged with [Luther] on the ground.

"Aaaaaah!"

The [Luther] on the ground cried out in pain and despair for the future.

"Stop, I beg you, stop!"

He was already in tears, "I just wanted to die, I didn't want to hurt you!"

"We can't stop."

M, standing nearby, said, "If you stop, you'll suffer a mental breakdown, becoming like the 'Saint of Darkness.' The best option is to devour him before he gets too powerful."

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Luther gritted his teeth, trying not to make a sound, and exerted even more force in his palm, merging his body even further with his opponent!

"Help me, I don't want this to continue!"

He could clearly feel the turmoil within the other person's Flesh, a physical reaction that only occurs in extreme despair. But even so, he couldn't stop!

Quickly finish this guy off, regain your senses, and then leave with the Characteristic of the "Black Knight."

Luther kept telling himself this, using it to encourage himself.

"Help me, help me!"

The [Luther] below is crying, giving up resistance, and pleading with the incomprehensible air—something the real him would never do.

Then, he sobbed and said:

"Help me, Cecilia."

"Boom!"

Luther's mind was buzzing, as if he had been hit hard with a hammer.

"Shut up!"

He, who had maintained a tense expression, suddenly roared in Wrath, "I forbid you to call her name!"

"Snap!"

With bloodshot eyes, he grabbed the jaw of [Luther] on the ground and crushed his jawbone!

"She's already saved you once! She's already saved you once! What more do you want? Do you want her to die again?!"

"Shut up! Shut up!"

Luther no longer knew what his emotions were. They contained anger at his own cowardice and the pain he endured, Distortion and mixed together, turning into self-loathing and hatred.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A loud laugh emanated from within him, and Medici seemed to find it amusing.

"Calm."

M's words of comfort were completely useless; Luther simply activated his ability almost instinctively, completely devouring the last part of his split personality.

"Click."

A crisp cracking sound reached his ears. Luther opened his eyes and found himself standing in a fog-shrouded Square, with Leomaster's corpse not far beside him.

He seemed to be in Dream just now.

The Mirror still hung in the air, but this time, his Mirror did not split apart again.

Luther stared intently at his gloomy and desperate reflection in the Mirror.