Chapter 221: Dark Magic

"Creating a copy of one's own consciousness is no simple task," Majiang said, pondering. "Whether one would kill oneself upon meeting oneself has always been a hot topic of discussion among Mind Mages."

"I think perhaps Great Mage Guan Yushan gave him some inspiration," Du Zhengyi said helplessly. "There is a reason why the things you Mind Mages do have been regarded as Dark Magic for centuries."

"Hey, don't paint everyone with the same brush and resort to personal attacks. I haven't done a single bad thing; I have always been engaged in the noble work of saving lives and healing the wounded," Majiang glared at him.

"Then how do you solve this problem?" Du Zhengyi sighed and asked.

Majiang continued, "Do as Guan Yushan did: do not build a complete self. Besides, our Consciousness World is limited after all; a complete self is too complex and takes up too much space. Therefore, the correct approach is to build a simplified version of yourself. This simplified version possesses a considerable degree of thinking ability. To what extent can such a simplified version go? If he needs to study medicine, his medical simplified version might have absolutely no thinking ability outside of medicine, and common sense outside of medicine would be completely non-existent. That would be a Luo Qi focused entirely on mechanics; his learning efficiency would surely be extremely high. Moreover, in the world of the mind, the speed at which thoughts run is quite fast, and the relative passage of time is extremely slow, as if in the depths of time."

"What happens when it's finished?" Du Zhengyi asked.

"Merge it," Majiang said without hesitation. "That is a Consciousness Fragment that lacks a self, merged back into the main consciousness. Of course, I know what you are thinking; such fragmented thinking lacks creativity, but this segment of consciousness has still undergone training and will supplement the parts the main consciousness lacks when merged. True thinking decisions can still only be issued by the main consciousness, and only the main consciousness can perform true creation. I have heard that offensive Telepaths are naturally adept at such manipulation. When they engage in consciousness battles, they often split off countless Consciousness Fragments capable only of simple commands, like an army composed of countless ghosts."

"I think this Luo Qi may have already made a preliminary attempt," Du Zhengyi said in a low voice.

Majiang glanced at him, still finding it somewhat unbelievable. "Logically speaking, these things all require learning, and this type of technique, which borders on Dark Magic, cannot be found in the library of this Mind Mage Society."

"In other words, it is very dangerous for him to attempt it on his own? I have always been worried about this point. The time he has been a Mind Mage is too short, and the environment has been constantly forcing him; his speed of diving is too fast," Du Zhengyi said.

"You have seen that person in the Public Station Forest," Majiang said, looking uncomfortable.

"Schizophrenia?"

"Something like that; the main reason is losing oneself," Majiang said, then glanced at Du Zhengyi's expression and quickly added, "But I don't think it's that serious yet."

The time on the mobile phone jumped to nine o'clock sharp. Luo Qi stood up from the chair by the window, and the little black cat nimbly jumped onto his shoulder.

He turned around, walked to the full-length mirror, and stood still, silently observing himself.

"Is my brother asleep?" Luo Qi asked, looking at the mirror.

The little black cat let out a soft meow, lifted a paw on his shoulder, and began to lick it earnestly.