"Don't mind such trivialities." The figure gripping the Shadow Clone's hand smiled. "Sit down and let's talk."
"The ground under my feet feels soft, like stepping on rotten flesh. It's disgusting." After wrenching himself free, the Shadow Clone backed away two steps and warily stared at the figure with countless black threads connected to its body. "Who exactly are you?"
"Me?" The figure gave a low laugh. "I'm you."
"..." The Shadow Clone frowned slightly. He could tell that this person's words were not directed at him, but at his original body. Right now, he was merely a medium for passing along information.
"Even if you have my original body's face, you're not him." The Shadow Clone stated with absolute certainty.
"Ah, there's no point talking about that. Who told your original body to be the shopkeeper of this generation? Still, I suppose I'm quite lucky. A turning point actually appeared during this generation." Jiu Ming, standing before the Shadow Clone, smiled strangely. His body swiftly shrank, and amid the Shadow Clone's thoroughly pained expression, he turned into Ninth Sister...
"Don't be so surprised. Didn't I say appearances mean nothing to me? It's just that I can only borrow something like this for now." As she spoke, she pointed at her own face. "Mm, let's use this appearance for now. To make us easier to distinguish, I've shown plenty of sincerity." "It's fine! The one who'll agonize over it won't be me anyway. Now, as a messenger, listen carefully!" Ninth Sister sneered, curling her lips. "In short, I'm lucky, and he's lucky too. A deadlock that had never changed has finally shifted. Remember—tell him not to completely trust that Panel that flips the table and quits the game at the drop of a hat. What it says isn't entirely correct