"Do you have a way to prove your identity?" Luo Fan asked.
Although the version of himself in the pool did indeed know about the system, Luo Fan still did not dare fully trust that the other man was him.
The Luo Fan in the pool frowned slightly.
He naturally understood the weight of that question.
Back at the Void Temple, his shadow had possessed all his memories and known about the system too.
But knowing was one thing. Without being able to use it, that knowledge was worthless.
So he was considering the same thing: how to prove that he did not merely "know about the system," but actually "possessed the system."
After thinking for a moment, he asked Luo Fan in return, "What about you? How can you prove your identity?"
Luo Fan did not answer.
He raised his hand. His storage space opened silently, and an ordinary short knife appeared out of thin air in his palm.
This short knife was no uncanny artifact, merely an ordinary bladed weapon he kept in reserve in his storage space. Its edge was reasonably sharp, but it had no special effects.
Holding the Weird Gun in his left hand and the knife in his right, he pressed the blade against the bottom of the gun's stock and slashed with a flick of his wrist.
With a faint scraping sound, a shallow scratch appeared at the end of the stock.
The mark was not deep, but its placement was peculiar: at the curved corner on the underside of the stock, somewhere a normal person would never deliberately knock against anything.
In the sunlight, the fresh scratch stood out sharply against the black gun, like a newly scabbed scar.
Watching his actions, the Luo Fan in the pool instantly understood his intention.