Lu Mingze stared fixedly at Lu Mingfei. Everything was so familiar—the bloodline, the aura of his soul. All of it was unmistakably familiar.
The Lu Mingfei standing before him was his brother in every way, inside and out. He couldn't have been more real!
But Lu Mingze knew he wasn't. This person was Lu Mingfei, but only Lu Mingfei—not his brother.
Had Lu Mingfei abandoned his former identity?
No. He simply didn't acknowledge that so-called identity from the past. He had no interest in the memories or personality lurking within this body and soul, either.
When he'd first joined the Empire and learned he was the protagonist of a novel, Lu Mingfei had actually been excited. He'd thought he was incredible.
He'd even imagined that he might awaken his memories, slaughter his way through everything, and use his so-called dragon bloodline to reach the pinnacle in another world.
Unfortunately, those thoughts had vanished after he was dragged onto the battlefield, modified, and— with Intellect Brain's help—went on a killing spree. Once he'd adapted to that life of slaughter and honed his will to its utmost, he'd lost all interest.
He felt nothing about his supposed identity as a dragon!
He wasn't even interested in those buried memories. He didn't want to look at them at all. They were the memories of some nobody who couldn't even leave his planet. How could he possibly care about that kind of thing?
The Empire's planet-shattering weapons were commonplace, after all. Once his modifications were complete and he gradually unleashed the power within him, even he possessed enough power to shatter a planet.
With power like that, how could he possibly care about the power and memories buried within this body?
That would be like a college student treating a piece of prenatal-level knowledge