Chapter 139 - 84 All Means, What is Your Soul? (5k)

Wen Yan rubbed his head, feeling a headache.He truly couldn’t figure out what identity Fake Mo Zhicheng now had. After this guy changed his job to become a True Architect, his abilities were just too absurd. People who were already dead, whose bodies had been cremated, whose souls had turned into little ghosts and had completely dissipated, could still be forcefully revived by him.

Even if it was just for a few seconds, time wasn’t the point. The point was the difference between what could be done and what couldn’t. Between them lay a chasm as vast as the heavens and earth—the divide between life and death, the world’s largest and most insurmountable gulf.

Once you could cross it, thinking about what came next, like how to extend the time, was far easier than crossing that gulf by many orders of magnitude.

Looking at Fake Mo Zhicheng, who seemed to have aged at least twenty years, Wen Yan understood that even for Fake Mo Zhicheng, forcing this matter now was too much of a strain.

Each second aged him by several years. Decades of his life, all burnt up, just to listen to the chorus once.

Some people think it’s worth it; some people don’t.

Wen Yan watched the expressions and changes in Fake Mo Zhicheng’s eyes.Brother Ming has probably gone offline.

He just watched as Fake Mo Zhicheng continuously changed identities, then, as if mad, kept struggling and rushed toward the location of the large hole.

And since earlier, Uncle had not moved at all. Even when Fake Mo Zhicheng struck him, piercing right through his chest, he did not fight back.

Wen Yan looked at Fake Mo Zhicheng’s retreating figure, his thoughts racing.

Qin Kun had been maintaining a dumbfounded expression since the beginning, completely unable to keep up with the rapid pace of change.

"What... what’s happening? Why has he gone mad?"

"He’s not mad. It’s just that he’s been hit by his own boomerang. Roughly speaking, his personality is in chaos."

Wen Yan briefly explained. The more Qin Kun listened, the more bewildered and headache-stricken he became. He tried to make sense of the messy situation but couldn’t distinguish anything at all.

Wen Yan saw Fake Mo Zhicheng still in a state of madness, blood pouring from his mouth, continuously streaming down and staining his chest.

He stared intently for a full two minutes, watching Fake Mo Zhicheng’s mumbled nonsense and constant identity changes. One identity even picked up the half-tongue, covered in dust, from the ground.

"Reattach it. With your abilities, growing back half a tongue shouldn’t be too difficult," Wen Yan sighed deeply and casually called out.

Sure enough, upon hearing Wen Yan’s words, one of the identities—one with a fierce face and ruthless eyes—stuffed the half-tongue back into his mouth. He mumbled incoherently, and that half-tongue actually began to grow back.

Wen Yan’s gaze sharpened.

"As expected, each of your identities is already perfect in itself. After being hit by the backlash, each identity becomes extremely fragmented—far more so than I had imagined—as if they are completely separate individuals."

Ignoring him, Fake Mo Zhicheng continued to change identities, becoming more and more insane.

Qin Kun grew more and more confused as he listened. He hesitated for a moment.

"Should we strike him down while he’s weak?"

"Senior Brother Qin, do you know under what circumstances Big Executor would stop seeking revenge? Or under what circumstances Big Executor would not fight back?"

"Just tell me..."

"He will stop only when the person opposite him isn’t his target for revenge. And he will only refuse to fight back when the person opposite him is his son."

Wen Yan became more composed, recalling every detail of the situation.My judgment is almost certainly correct. No matter how fancy things get, Uncle is the one who’s never fooled by appearances; he’s always the most clear-headed.

Judging by Uncle’s behavior, by Fake Mo Zhicheng’s own actions, and after careful observation, Brother Ming—that identity with a demeanor so unlike the others—had not appeared again since he had resurrected Liu Yuxin for a few seconds earlier.

Wen Yan really couldn’t tell the other identities apart.

Only Brother Ming was an ordinary person without any special abilities, a commoner struggling to make a living in a far-off place.

He was cautious, kind, and somewhat timid, often hesitant in his actions. Yet, when truly pushed, he was also the most decisive and the one who felt the most pain. This pain made his eyes incredibly complex.

Only Brother Ming did not have that indifference and ruthlessness that comes with having killed people.

And this Brother Ming, since earlier, had not appeared again—he had disappeared.

The final whisper didn’t break Fake Mo Zhicheng’s defense, but Brother Ming’s. However, each identity, objectively speaking, is a person in its own right. When one identity is breached, it leads to the complete collapse of the whole, and all identities suffer the backlash. Mo Zhicheng’s identity is still continually appearing. This is the shield, the shield that guards against Uncle. And the person whom Uncle wants to kill is always hidden deep inside, never once showing himself. As long as that person appears, Uncle will strike without hesitation. Big Executor’s hate-locking method can never be mistaken.

Moreover, and most crucially,the clues from the Natural Enemy Profession couldn’t possibly be mere fabrications,Wen Yan felt.

When he first met the Water Ghost, the hint had already said that she had forged a new path in this ancient profession.

At the time, Wen Yan didn’t understand, but later, he was indeed assured it was a completely different professional route.

And after he encountered Fake Mo Zhicheng, the Natural Enemy Profession gave a specific suggestion in its hint.