"Ah...!"
Under the onslaught of the immense torrent of information, "Bei Di" screamed in agony. Then his eyes rolled back, and he toppled over stiffly.
And the instant "Bei Di" was knocked unconscious by that immense torrent of information, his true name began to flicker eerily back and forth between "Ci Shui" and "Bei Di" again.
One moment, it switched to "Ci Shui," and his face bore an indescribable kindness and goodwill.
The next, it switched to "Bei Di," and the kindness and goodwill on his face turned into the utmost compassion for the suffering of the world, his entire being steeped in indescribable negativity and misery.
And so, as time flowed on, the two true names were like a coin endlessly flipping between its two sides, forever unable to settle on either face, forever wavering between the two identities.
As though he had been born with two names.
And just as the young male of the Water-Bearing Race's true name kept switching between "Ci Shui" and "Bei Di," high above the Ancient Era of the Eleventh Dimension, "Lord of Compassion · ...%￥%...￥ · (*^▽^*) · (•́へ•́╬) · Yixuxi" sat serenely.
The fissure deep within his heart produced a wondrous resonance at that moment, allowing him to pinpoint the whereabouts of "Ci Shui" and "Bei Di" before anyone else.
That gaze was like an aged father watching his newborn child, his eyes filled with indescribable tenderness and paternal love.
That tenderness did not come from his twisted "compassion" affix, but from something more primal and more genuine-the last trace of his own true compassion that remained in the deepest recesses of his soul, beyond even the erosion of the "virus source species."
"Compassion..."
"You have finally been born."
The voice of "Lord of Compassion · ...%￥%...￥ · (*^▽^*) · (•́へ•́╬)