Chapter 467: You Are He

But soon, the black skull reacted and said:

“Did you recall part of it, or is there another reason?”

The black skull was extraordinary; after a moment’s thought, it deduced the likely truth: Xiang Kawa Mitsu had not known them before, yet now recognized their identities by name—this contradiction suggested he had recovered some memories.

Yet, considering their understanding of Xiang Kawa Mitsu, the matter might not be so simple.

In their eyes, Xiang Kawa Mitsu’s thoughts were hard to fathom; if they were easy to guess, they would never have chosen to believe in him and stand by him without hesitation.

While the two skulls speculated, Xiang Kawa Mitsu was speculating too.

The two skulls seemed unaware of what had happened in the outside world.

Otherwise, they would not have reacted this way; Departed and the First Divine Spirit were the most mysterious and invincible beings among all known entities he had created.

Setting aside their identities, merely considering their power: one was at least Supreme, very likely having transcended the Supreme and achieved the Unique; the other, with no Unique existing, was peerless in this age—calling them the greatest Supreme in the world was not an exaggeration.

Such power was known throughout all heavens and worlds.

If the two skulls knew the state of the outside world, they should have known—yet they spoke those words just now.

“I don’t remember knowing you; I only know your identities. There are legends about you in the outside world.”

Xiang Kawa Mitsu did not reveal that they were characters he had created—even though they recognized him and their relationship with him seemed unusually close.

Always keep a backup plan; never trust too deeply, especially these two, who remained as mere skulls in this strange, ruined city of Fengdu—who knew if they were deceiving him?

As for why they wanted him to trust them, there were many reasons—perhaps they intended to possess his body.

As a Supreme, they could not fail to see his strength, nor his current age.

Given that he had reached immortality at such a young age, while they remained as skulls, indistinguishable from the dead—who knew if they might attempt possession or some other scheme?

“Oh? Legends? My existence and the Divine Spirit have been completely erased; no one in the world could possibly know of us—except you and that person.”

The black skull looked at Xiang Kawa Mitsu and continued:

“That person spreading word of me and the Divine Spirit makes no sense. Even spreading the Divine Spirit alone might be tolerable—but he would never spread word of me; he wishes me dead.”

Eliminating that person, only you remain—you are the one who spread the tales of me and the Divine Spirit.

I’m suddenly very curious: if you don’t remember knowing us, yet only recall our deeds, why did you spread them? It offers you no advantage—unless you intend to use us to intimidate someone, or to leverage our legends for your own ends.”

No wonder he was once a player of the game; the black skull’s reasoning was meticulous, instantly uncovering Xiang Kawa Mitsu’s flaw.

This wasn’t due to Xiang Kawa Mitsu’s carelessness or being outmaneuvered—he simply didn’t know the hidden secrets surrounding Departed and the Divine Spirit.

For a moment, Xiang Kawa Mitsu was curious.

Who was “that person”?

Yinyindi ，Xiang Kawa Mitsu could guess who “that person” was—perhaps the other player in the game.

Thinking of this, Xiang Kawa Mitsu spoke plainly:

“Yes, it was indeed I who spread your legends.”

They had already deduced this much; they were certain in their minds. Hiding it further was meaningless—it would be like a thief crying “Thief!” and only make him more cornered.

Then, with slight hesitation, Xiang Kawa Mitsu said:

“You know me so well—why don’t I remember you, yet only recall your deeds? Why are you waiting here for me? Also… I have a peculiar impression: two terrifying beings who treat all life as pawns.

I call them ‘He’ and the other player—could this impression of mine be correct?”

Since the two skulls recognized him, why not use this chance to confirm whether his guess was right?

Then he wouldn’t have to keep wondering whether ‘He’ and the other player truly existed.

As Xiang Kawa Mitsu spoke of ‘He’ and the other player, the two skulls showed a subtle change.

Though they were only bones, lacking flesh and facial expressions, Xiang Kawa Mitsu knew they had changed.

They became solemn, grave.

“Your impression is correct,” said the white skull, its weak voice carrying a tone of seriousness.

Even with preparation, Xiang Kawa Mitsu was stunned.

He and the other player truly existed—this near-desperate guess was real.

“To be honest, even I’m curious now: what did you do to know of ‘He’ and the other player, to know of us, yet not remember who you are?” said the white skull.

“Too bad you kept everything secret back then—though it makes sense. Secrets are easier to protect the fewer who know them, and easier to succeed without that person discovering them,” said the black skull.

Hearing this, Xiang Kawa Mitsu stared at them: “You don’t know? Then why are you waiting here for me? Can you tell me—what was I like in your eyes? Who am I?”

He had long suspected he had a past life—the “him” these two skulls knew must have been his past self, not the present one.

Of course, he wasn’t afraid of learning his past life.

He was still himself; even if he learned everything from his past, he would remain himself, unchanged, not controlled by past memories—he would never become his past self. He would only be Wang Zun, who had been reborn as Xiang Kawa Mitsu—the present Xiang Kawa Mitsu!

Similar flowers are always just similar—they are never the same flower. At most, they carry extra memories.

“We wait here for you because you told us to—saying that when you achieved immortality in the future, you would come, and at that time, you would no longer lose this game,” said the black skull.

Huh?!

Xiang Kawa Mitsu froze in shock.

Wait—what does “you will no longer lose this game” mean?

This game? It must refer to the game—Departed’s “game” was not mere chess; it referred to another kind of “game,” where all life were pawns and the world the board!

Why had he become entangled in this game?

Could it be…

Suddenly, Xiang Kawa Mitsu remembered a crucial detail he had overlooked: he had only focused on recognizing these two and knowing their power, but never questioned how he could possibly know such powerful beings.

Or why such powerful beings would wait here for him.

Just as an ant cannot command a human, if he were merely someone who knew them, he could never compel them to wait here for him.

Unless…

Xiang Kawa Mitsu grasped a terrifying possibility.

At that moment, the white skull spoke:

“The words of Departed—you’ve already guessed who you are. You’re not wrong. You are He.”

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