633. Replication

"How is it?"

[Feels like—I'm about to burn up—]

Puji moved the Yellow Book a little farther away.

It seemed that direct exposure to the Sun Stone's light did not cause any changes.

From the perspective of [Inspiration], although the Yellow Book's core was trembling, there was no substantive change.

In truth, placing any living being with a soul directly under the Sun Stone's radiance without protection was extremely dangerous.

Dividing souls was like a passive effect of this divine artifact.

Those D-Rank volunteers were a perfect example. Under the light, their souls had undergone incomplete division.

New fragments of consciousness were torn from the original souls, yet the vessels that carried those souls—their bodies—had not split along with them.

As a result, multiple newborn consciousnesses were forced to crowd into the same shell.

The final result was something like dissociative symptoms, and an extremely severe case at that, with each consciousness fighting madly for dominance.

Not everyone was like Linden, able to use Puji and Cocooning to separate out new consciousnesses, or rely on an enormous mass to easily fuse the still-incomplete divided parts back in.

Only after reaching a certain critical point, when the soul had been shredded to the absolute limit and could no longer split off more new consciousnesses, would this process stop.

However, by that time, not a single consciousness would be able to regain control of the body, causing the body to lose control and finally become a vegetable that randomly ate words.

As for the Yellow Book, its situation could not even be considered a last-ditch attempt to treat a dead horse as if it were alive.

After all, a fellow that did not even have a soul was, from Linden's point of view, not even a living thing. It should be categorized