Clay Dolls, Cycles [Third Update]

I was one, yet I could split and transform; I was me, I resembled me, I was Non-Self.

When Wang Qi touched the next realm, this was the first sensation he felt.

Or rather, this was the phrase best suited to describe it.

This was not schizophrenia, because his personality as "Wang Qi" had remained unchanged from beginning to end.

Yet every copy of "Wang Qi" had experienced different things within its own memories.

His memories told him that he had already spent eight years here, within Mi's mindscape spacetime. But the time he had truly experienced firsthand amounted to only fifty days.

"What a mess..." Wang Qi sighed, only then understanding why Mi had said that humanity's sense of time had become utterly meaningless.

Psychological time and remembered time really were this unreliable.

After every reset, the time in his memories could accumulate into the next reset, but the time he directly experienced would be wiped clean.

Of course, it could also be said that after the previous "him," Wang Qi's copy, was destroyed, the experience it had accumulated would be inherited by the next "him."

They were all merely Wang Qi's clay dolls.

But Wang Qi himself did not resist this. He had always prided himself on rationality. Perhaps his conduct was somewhat crazed, but in matters like this, he was utterly cold-blooded.

Cold-blooded toward himself.

Seeing Wang Qi thinking, Mi sighed. "Junior Brother, you should think less. It will increase the size of your memories..."

"Yes."

Wang Qi smiled. Then, without hesitation, he formed his golden core.

Next came Mi's psychological evaluation. It was an assessment method she had obtained from Yangshen Pavilion. After completing it, Mi extended her hand again. At that moment, the corner of her mouth twitched, as though she wanted to say something.