"—Rest and recuperation won't solve my problem."
Faced with a Legend's curiosity, Dr. Chen displayed sufficient courtesy. However, when it spoke this time, its voice became increasingly muddled. Countless voices, high and low, each with a different timbre, overlapped and echoed through the small office. Some were deep as tolling bells, some clear as a child's voice, some hoarse as an old woman's. They intertwined, distinct yet strangely harmonious.
Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of souls were speaking at once.
"Just like that saying the students are so fond of,"
Dr. Chen's voice paused, and the azure-green motes within its body flickered faintly. "—'The world is a great Ouroboros. The end is also the beginning, and all things lie within the cycle.' Since I began in the Reincarnation World, I must end everything in the Reincarnation World."
That sounded rather like it had risen to the level of "Philosophy of Magic."
But Zheng Qing knew Dr. Chen was not merely putting on airs.
During their brief exchange, he had already carefully observed Dr. Chen's condition through the eyes of a Legend.
The densely packed azure-green motes within Dr. Chen's body, resembling "acupoints," were in essence genuine fragments of souls that had returned from reincarnation.
Every mote represented a Dr. Chen who had once struggled free from a two-dimensional world. They might have been Werewolves, Vampires, Saint Seiya, Saiyans, or perhaps giants or heirs to Dragon bloodlines, and so on. They had once each been independent, whole, and alive.
Until "after ascension."
They had become an inexplicable incarnation.
Zheng Qing did not even need to employ Legendary magic to see the faint yet tenacious resentment clinging around Dr. Chen.
Only when those motes were willing to abandon themselves and truly merge with the others—when every fragment fused perfectly and every consciousness returned to