Chapter 947

I wandered about in the guise of an ordinary person, unfortunately falling into a trap of the Pipisi people. That prank that tore Ms. Tingyun apart also split my weak self in two.

Waerte was even more surprised: "You mean he's part of you? That's unexpected; you two look completely different."

"Or perhaps it's another possibility," Xingqiri said. "I too was once a child, with all kinds of thoughts buried deep in my heart. Those childhood voices accompanied me as I grew, gradually worn smooth by time, almost inaudible. Perhaps if my childhood self had made a small change, it would have become no different from him."

Wanweike regrettably pursed his lips: "You're still pretty unlucky, failing to become a better self."

"So, my final farewell will be just like Ms. Tingyun's: I will tune myself, returning to a complete self. And that also means Wanweike will completely disappear. That's why I say this is the final stop."

Wanweike laughed: "Isn't there a possibility that it's you who will disappear?"

"No way, we already have a conclusion on this," Xingqiri said calmly. "But now, who can guarantee that no variable will appear? Perhaps deep down, I also look forward to this possibility."

Waerte understood his meaning, nodded and said: "No matter the outcome, someone will bear witness for you." He turned and walked toward the high ground: "I'll be waiting for you in the stands."

"I am deeply grateful."

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Marvel Universe.

"This tuning must be done, right?" Kuier furrowed his brows, not understanding why Xingqiri was so stubborn. "Wanweike isn't bad—he can talk, chat, and has his own thoughts. Later, when he travels through space, there'll be someone to keep him company."

"Hehehe, Kuier." Rocket's voice came from the direction of the cockpit, he crouched on the back of the pilot's seat like a fluffy statue: "Have you got it wrong? This Wanweike is also part of Old Ri's body; talking to oneself, don't you think it's rather like split personality?"

Moreover, tuning oneself... in a sense, it's also walking the same path that Shajin once walked.

Shajin? Why bring him up?

Do you remember what Xingqiri looked like after tuning Shajin back then? He also helped Shajin create an illusion resembling another personality, and they bickered all the way. Now Xingqiri is in the same situation—don't you think the two are really alike? They both have a hint of madness in their bones... tsk tsk, one smashes the Foundation Stone before setting out, the other strips away the heavenly ring before departure—both are ruthless toward themselves.

"What about letting Xingqiri change his appearance and work as a Stone Heart Ten at the Interstellar Peace Company?" Mantis woman suggested, "If the two of them worked together as colleagues, they'd probably get along well."

"Having a Harmonious Pathfinder work under an Order Keeper? That sounds promising." Kuier took a can of beer from the refrigerated cabinet, saying, "Instead of going to the company, it'd be better to let Xingqiri join our crew—our ship has interstellar marauders, bounty hunters, assassins, weapon geniuses... a veritable wealth of talent; even if Xingqiri came, it wouldn't be a demotion for him."

"Talent abounds? Turns out you've classified yourself as 'talent'." Kamora couldn't help but laugh: "Well, in the whole universe, probably only you could dance in front of Luo Nan at a critical moment; in some sense you could be considered talent… the funny kind."

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""Then let's begin?""

""Wanweike earnestly gazed at Xingqiri: ""Anticipating this possibility"… you have indeed changed. In the past, you could never have tolerated noise.""

""After all, to embark on an unknown journey, one can no longer maintain an orderly life. Just like today, I will have to travel alongside the unexpected.""

""Actually, you haven't made any preparations at all, right?""

""Xingqiri did not deny it: "Yes. I feel uneasy, even fearful. After leaving Pinokangni, I can no longer control everything.""

""You're overthinking it; nothing can be controlled." Wanweike shrugged, "But isn't that how most people live?""

""Perhaps my excessive fear of the unknown is my shortcoming. But your appearance proves that the unexpected isn't all bad. Meeting you has benefited me greatly; I'm glad to encounter another side of myself in this way, and I'm fortunate to have the chance to tell you in person…"

Xingqiri closed eyes, took a deep breath, and said word by word: "I really do dislike you."

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Death God

Ah???

"Heiqí Yihù took a moment to react: "What? He, he dislikes Wanweike? But that isn't one of his own aspects? Does he dislike himself?""

He couldn't find anything about Wanweike worth disliking; he even found him rather interesting. Who would dislike a Pipisi person who is willing to accompany him on the journey, has an interesting personality, and can help with tuning?

"No." Shítián Yǔlóng pushed up his glasses, "Just as many people dislike their past weak selves, Wanweike is probably a side of Xingqiri that he once despised. Xingqiri and Wanweike have completely opposite personalities, like the two sides of a person. Compared to himself, don't you think Wanweike is far more lively?"

Well then…

If a Heiqí Yihù evil enough to want to destroy the Soul Society appeared now, even if this Heiqí Yihù were his own hidden dark side, he would surely dislike him without hesitation, right?

Understanding this, he also finds it easy to see why Xingqiri would say that.

But is being lively also something worth disliking? He instead feels that Xingqiri would only become "vivid" and "three‑dimensional" if he possessed Wanweike's kind of personality, just as Zhigengniao's subconscious also has a "rogue" and "foul‑mouthed" side. Yet this wouldn't make him dislike Zhigengniao; on the contrary, he finds this lass even more lovable.

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Wanweike's eyes widened; for a moment he thought he had misheard: "What's going on? Are you sure you didn't get it backwards?"

Your many qualities are indeed hidden deep in my heart. In many situations, I also want to utter a few witty remarks, directly expressing what I think, or unreservedly reveal my dislike for someone.

Xingqiri turned his back and gazed toward the distant theater stage: "Or perhaps affection. I also want to tell her that I like every one of her songs."

Wanweike didn't understand at all: "Then go do it, Old Ri. You keep saying you want to cage the little bird, but it turns out you're the one who's imprisoned. Look in the mirror—self‑discipline, torment—what else is there to your life besides those two? You live like a block of marble; if you fall, you can only shatter into powder."