Talent Truth

Torn apart, void.

The body controlled by Combat Instinct was precisely hunting down Evil Thought Entities, while his mind fell silent in Will Space.

After Lin An asked this question, he no longer cared about the outcome of the battle, or whether the mission succeeded or failed.

If everything was fake, then what meaning did it have?

"Answer me."

His voice was hoarse.

This world was so real, and his memories after reincarnation were so clear.

But once a logical fracture appeared, the authenticity of everything became suspect.

What if

even the memories from before he took part in the Dragon An Plan were fake?

What if he had never truly awakened even once?

Who

exactly was he?

A brain in a vat, trapped in an infinite loop.

In the silence,

the Second Will slowly emerged from the darkening Will Space.

("Are you afraid?")

("Lin An?")

A bitter smile appeared on his face. The Second Will had lost his earlier mockery, sorrow filling his eyes.

("I once wondered about this too.")

("I was afraid too.")

("Even after I awakened and escaped, slaughtering my way out of the Dragon Security Laboratory, I thought about all this for a moment.")

A brief silence.

Their eyes met.

The Second Will's expression eased slightly as he continued softly:

("But you don't need to be afraid.")

("Although I'm missing that part of the memory—or rather, both of us are missing the memory of how we were captured and sealed away.")

("The apocalypse that followed was real.")

("Your death was real too.")

("Your reincarnation was real as well.")

As he said this, the Second Will silently watched Lin An.

He believed Lin An could understand what he meant.

Lin An's mind shook.

His eyes flickered as he understood the Second Will's meaning.

His thoughts detached themselves