Severed limbs littered the battlefield in the fading light of sunset.
Blood caked Lü Xiao Dao's eyes. The entire world seemed dark and blood-red. He was exhausted, his legs bleeding nonstop, as though thousands of ants were gnawing at them.
Had they won?
As he swayed, he caught sight of his younger sister's pale face. He was trying to muster a smile and walk over when he suddenly stumbled.
Just as he was about to fall, someone caught him.
It was Zhong Little Hua.
He blinked hard and, through his blurry vision, saw the little girl smiling at him.
"I never expected you to be Liu Tianlei's personality doppelganger."
Personality? Doppelganger?
What did that mean?
As Lü Xiao Dao pondered this, a fierce pain erupted in his head. That familiar, piercing agony bored into his skull, into his soul.
Everything he had recalled during the battle, everything he had overlooked, resurfaced. Memories that did not belong to him were forcibly poured into his mind.
"Aah!"
He roared in agony.
The dense flood of memories soaked through all his thoughts like ink.
Compared with Liu Tianlei's lifetime of memories, his existence as Lü Xiao Dao had been far too brief.
Was I Liu Tianlei?
Was I Lü Xiao Dao?
Who was I?
He wandered lost in the darkness, struggling against the stabbing pain.
He heard his younger sister shouting, but he also heard a woman calling to him in a cool, mature voice.
He saw the moment he and his younger sister met at the orphanage, but he also saw himself meeting a young woman.
Who exactly was I?
He felt himself splitting apart, felt he was about to lose himself, felt his life being controlled by someone else.
No!
I was Lü Xiao Dao, not Liu Tianlei.
The King