Mobius Wants to Kill Mobius? Why Would I Dream Something Like That? (Continued)

She turned her gaze toward the room beyond the door.

A beauty with lovely pale green hair was sleeping deeply inside.

That was also Mobius.

Or rather, a purer Mobius than herself.

A Mobius whose mother had died early, who had grown up amid her father's love and madness, and who had sworn to make humanity evolve.

Not a Mobius resurrected through genetic engineering transplanted into another world, based on a fragment of memory and consciousness.

If only one person could truly be called Mobius, then her claim undoubtedly came before hers.

Yes, she was more worthy of being called Mobius.

Killing intent surfaced in Mobius's snake-like eyes.

She was not Elysia. She would not immediately praise her original self upon meeting her, much less swiftly become her closest friend.

Nor was she Eden, who would philosophically discuss things with her original self and see her as another possibility.

She was even less like Griseo, who would think her original self was a younger or older sister born to her by her parents.

She was Mobius.

The Mobius who had planted a seed in her original self during memory synchronization, guiding her toward death.

This woman...

Her serpentine eyes gradually took on a ferocious, almost tyrannical air.

Without the slightest hesitation, she pressed a finger against her ring.

Drops of dark green tide emerged from the ground, then took the shape of raging serpents as though granted life.

It was the technique she possessed as the Feathered Serpent.

—Kill the target with an eroding tide, then turn it into "pool water" for a "pool" that stored life.

If injured, she could draw pool water from it to repair her body. If enough had been accumulated, she could even resurrect after death.

Without question, it was an exceedingly cruel technique.

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