There was a step of [observation] between "skin" and "skin-breaks-leg." At present, Ron was in the state of Schrödinger's cat before it was observed.
At that moment, Ron's mind was undoubtedly shattered into quantum fragments.
Just one version of himself had already left him struggling to cope. Now there were more than a dozen of them—killing him would be absurdly easy!
Whoosh...!
The sound of wind rose.
No one knew what the other party had done, but each Black Ron raised his head to look into the depths of the darkness. Their bodies gradually turned to ash and scattered through the air.
Seeing this, Ron let out a sigh of relief.
"Um... Lord Heavenly Demon, who exactly were they?"
Those familiar gazes were far too much to be explained by a second personality.
Seeing how readily Ron caught on, the master of the dark space, the Outer Heavenly Demon, did not mind explaining.
"They... are you."
"Uh, perhaps I should ask differently... I mean, other than that, who are they?"
"No, they really are you. The genuine you."
The darkness around them surged again, and scene after scene appeared beside Ron. On thousands of screens, identical Rons and identical Black Rons fought endlessly, battling to the death just as he had moments ago.
Different battles, different battlefields, but the same protagonist.
Some ended with White Ron winning. Some ended in mutual destruction. Naturally, Black Ron won more often.
One additional ability was enough to tip the scales of victory between identical selves.
The shocking sight of tens of thousands of himself fighting before his eyes left Ron speechless. Remembering what Black Ron had said earlier, he lowered his head and looked at his palm.
"Main Consciousness?"
"That's right!"
Whoosh...!
Suddenly, the images vanished. The Heavenly Demon continued in that androgynous