Chapter 1044： Ship of Theseus

"I'm...Lord!"

At this moment, Lorde seemed to be out of the cage.

The invisible shackles that bound him were also shattered one by one with the emergence of memories.

The lost spiritual pressure reappeared, like a huge tide, shaking the void and even the heavens and the earth, and the mighty momentum rose and burst into the sky like a hidden dragon rising into the abyss.

The broken memories are reunited at this moment.

The fragmented past life that was lost in the deepest part of the heart has finally been recovered completely, and the truth has been revealed.

"So...that's the truth."

There was a bit of bitterness in Lord's eyes, he sighed softly, and said, "I am Lord, he is Carl, and the two of us together are Lord Carl."

From beginning to end, they are two people.

One is a man named Carl who was born in the Marvel Universe.

The other is Lord, who was born on Earth and came through with the memory of his past life.

Under the misunderstanding, the two souls did not merge, but were involved in two completely different time and space by some unknown force.

The past...and the future!

Karl is in the future, Lord is in the past.

They are one and two.

No wonder, all along, his intuition has been telling him that there must be a battle between the two.

The reason lies in this.

One twin soul, one flower twin life.

Only if one of them dies, the other will be complete.

However, he still has a question.

"This city... it should symbolize the memory of my past life." Lord asked, looking into the distance, the ruined city.

Although it seems to be a question sentence, it is actually an affirmative sentence.

Actually, it's not hard to guess.

Everything in the spiritual world is closely related to oneself. Every thing has a symbolic meaning. It is impossible for a ruined city to appear for no reason.

Therefore, the only possibility that Lorde can think of is that this destroyed city is actually his memory.

"so what?"

The man neither denied nor admitted.

"When you saw me earlier, you said something interesting, 'It's over,' 'You're finally back,' and 'We've been waiting for you for a long time.'"

Lorde withdrew his gaze, turned to the man, and said solemnly: "So...how many times have I seen you? What is the end? Who are you referring to?"

"Questions, ask them one by one."

The man smiled, wiped the cold blade with his fingertips, and said, "We have met many times, but every time, you will forget it."

Lord frowned, he had no idea when he had seen each other.

"As for the second question."

The man paused, then pointed to the grave lined with swords behind him, and said, "What I want to end, naturally, is this endless slaughter."

Endless fighting?

Lorde narrowed his eyes, and countless guesses flashed through his mind. Who is he fighting with?

"Now, answer the third question."

The man didn't care about him, and continued: "We're all referring to 'Lord', or...the Lord who was 'left' here, dead."

Dead...Lord? !

Luo De Tong Kong suddenly shrank, and an unstoppable chill surged up from the back of the crest and went straight to the sky!

"Looking at your expression, I seem to understand."

The man laughed loudly, with a hint of madness in his eyes, as if from the eerie, and said slowly: "Actually, you should have noticed it long ago, didn't you?"

"This is the deepest part of the spiritual world, the edge of the human subconscious. You, who have the memory of your past life, should know... its name?"

"Limbo....Lost!"

Lorde's eyes trembled, and he said word by word: "The last layer of the Inception space, the edge of the human subconscious, is infinite... close to the subconscious aggregate, the place of "Alaya consciousness". "

"Yes, but I prefer to call it..."Lingbo Hell." "

The man paced up and said, "A place sandwiched between heaven and hell, born with original sin, is a place where there is only endless pain."

Lorde was silent, but his eyes became more and more gloomy, and his expression was even a little hideous.

"Aren't you curious?" The man said meaningfully: "A college student who has traveled through the earth, with five physical inactivity, and an otaku who has no advantages other than playing games and reading comics, can actually in just a few years, It has grown to where it is now.”

"Whether it's swordsmanship, ghost path, Shunpo, or white fight, the combat experience seems to be innate."

"Uozhihua Baqianliu, the dignified first-generation Kenpachi, a ghost-like figure, would be suppressed by a novice like you in a hand-to-hand battle. Haven't you ever been curious about the reason for all this?"

yeah why?

Lorde opened his mouth weakly, but found that he couldn't say a word.

He was only a college student in his previous life, and he should be best at online matching. He would gasp for breath after running three kilometers on weekdays, an ordinary person who only knew how to fight with people, and had never even touched a knife once.

The only plausible reason, perhaps, is... the system.

"Do you think it's the system?"

The man seemed to see through his thoughts, with a playful look in his eyes, and sneered: "Actually not, let's not mention that thing, the real cause of all this is actually you, you were born... They just forgot."

"Don't go around the corner, just say it!"

Lorde took a deep breath and said solemnly, "What the **** do you want to say?"

"Obviously guessed it, but refused to admit it?"

The man shook his head helplessly, then sat down cross-legged, inserted the knife into the ground, and said in a stern voice, "Anyway, there is not much time, and it is meaningless to continue fighting, why don't you just let me come and give it to you? Tell a story."

Lord was silent and sat down with his knees, intending to listen to the story.

Although... he had already guessed, the outline and ending of the story.

"A long, long time ago, there was a decadent and decadent otaku."

"The five bodies are not diligent, and the limbs are weak. Except for the appearance, the other aspects are simply ruined."

Hearing this, Lorde's face was suddenly a little embarrassed, and he coughed twice: "This paragraph can be skipped, and let's just focus on the key points."

The man looked at him teasingly, and said with a smile: "Under the circumstances, he traveled to the Marvel Universe in the form of a pure soul, but there were a million little accidents in the middle."

"Xiao... Little accident?" Lord raised his brows.

"In his soul form, for some reason, he shattered into countless consciousnesses."

The man's eyes showed a hint of indifference and coldness, like an emotionless machine, and continued: "The broken consciousness is reflected in the depths of the soul, the edge of the subconscious...Limbo (Lost Realm)!"

"The most terrible thing happened..."

"Under the influence of the Lost Domain, every broken consciousness has its own ideas and become countless individuals."

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"Then here comes the problem."

"All broken consciousness individuals were once a complete part, and they all want to get out of the lost realm, but there can only be one master of spirit and soul, so please... what should I do?"

The man stared at Lord, and then said word by word: "The answer is... devour other consciousness!"