Reason and Madness

"If you ask me, Senior Sister, you took the wrong road. If you wanted to put shackles on yourself, you shouldn't have chosen that inferior human 'sensibility'!" The "Wang Qi" copy sat opposite Mi and shrugged. "Of course, I'm not saying those rules can simply be thrown away. But some pointless propositions really are unnecessary."

Mi looked at the copy in confusion. In a sense, this copy was indeed part of her, an independent personality formed by splitting herself apart. But Mi was certain that "she" could never make such a choice without a moment's thought.

This sort of "personality" had to come from Wang Qi.

In other words, Wang Qi truly harbored such thoughts in his heart.

Wang Qi did not mind having his consciousness copied. If "he"—or rather, a copy exactly identical to "him"—realized that he was a copy of himself, then he would willingly accept this cycle.

There truly were "Wang Qis" who resisted this notion, but the proportion of such resisters was pitifully low, less than one percent.

Moreover, the farther things went, the more the "copies" leaned toward this utterly unconcerned choice.

In other words...

"Among humans, you would definitely count as mentally ill..."

At Mi's assessment, Wang Qi tapped his temple. "Mm... I remember undergoing an evaluation. The problem wasn't serious—at least Yangshen Pavilion didn't drag me up Azure Mountain Cliff."

"So there is still something wrong with you..." Mi broke out in a cold sweat. "I think I should find someone else to learn how to form a personality..."

The copy spread his arms and shouted, "Senior Sister! It's too late! Your consciousness has already been stained with my colors!"

This is really too much...

Mi's lingering resentful thoughts surfaced in Wang Qi's heart.

"Don't be so pessimistic, Senior Sister." The copy slung