His sanity was like a shattered mirror, every fragment reflecting Gao Ming's face. All his dead selves were screaming and clamoring inside his head. He wanted to tear Lu Zang apart, tear Situ An apart, tear himself apart.
He kept accelerating Dan Wang's mutation, turning all his memories into fuel. Never in his wildest dreams could Lu Zang have imagined that Gao Ming, already an existence on the level of a Blood City Lord, would risk his life right from the start. No, even risking his life could not begin to describe his madness.
"Shut up! Shut up! He's the one who killed you! The murderer is down in the deep water!"
The moment Gao Ming said "you," it meant his mind had fractured completely. He had begun treating his other selves as outsiders, as abnormalities. This was incredibly dangerous. The master of Dan Wang was being swallowed by the Delusion World. Once he lost control, the Pu Wang World would become an ever-expanding disaster, a great calamity unlike anything even the fate giant tree had ever seen.
"Every one of your deaths had something to do with him! You shouldn't be stopping me. You should join me, join me in killing him!" Dissociative Identity Disorder could produce hallucinations and delusions, while the Delusion World would give physical form to those mad grotesques. If a patient developed only one or two additional personalities, he might still consider getting treatment to erase them. But if he developed countless personalities, all filled with the resentment and agony of being murdered, what was the point of treatment?
Abandon restraint. Embrace destruction. They might as well all go mad together and smash through this mortal world!
Wearing the Four Faces and Eight Arms diving suit, Gao Ming still looked like a normal person, but