Chapter 350: Resistance

"Wait." Luo Qi shouted, but a powerful intent struck his Consciousness World in a desperate gamble, mercilessly.

Luo Qi was terrified and anxious; it was impossible for him to resist the Progenitor Mage, yet he had never imagined that the god-like Progenitor Mage would be like this. In the eyes of the Progenitor Mage, he seemed to be nothing, because he was too low-class and his Magic Ability was not strong, so in the eyes of the Progenitor Mage, taking away his body and turning him into nothing was simply not a problem at all.

To have his consciousness stifled like this, to turn himself into someone who was not himself, felt more terrifying to him than being killed or destroyed. Was she going to completely replace him? To deceive the public, she would steal his life, steal his friends, "pet" his cat, plagiarize the life he had managed to piece together from a scattered state, and then casually smash it to pieces?

Luo Qi was pushed backward as if by a huge force. In the world of intent, he felt as if he were on a long train, the train passing through the bleak and cold Bei Guo, and he was being pushed backward by an invisible force in the middle aisle of the train. His life was moving forward like the train, yet he was being pushed backward through the life that was moving forward; the various states of life in the seats on both sides were memories related to his life, the story of his life.

He was being pushed backward, his throat gripped by something powerful, cold, and smelling of metal.

He heard cold laughter in the gaps; she must have seen many of his humiliating memories, the old, stale memories he thought he had forgotten, where he had no magic and no energy.

"I will do better as Luo Qi than you do," the woman whispered in his ear.

Luo Qi saw himself beaten to the ground, someone kicking his face; he had tried hard to fight back, but at that time he was no match for Reinforcement Magic. He saw those who beat him leave, and he lay on the ground, lying there until dark, until he had calmed his own anger and despair. He saw himself crawl up, trying his best to wipe away the traces of having been beaten, pretending that none of this had ever happened, just so that life could go on. Life always had to go on.

He let out a sigh, "Maybe."

But things were not like that. "But you certainly won't fulfill the obligations in my life; you won't accompany my parents, and you won't save Du Zhengyi. You are not me, so how could you care about the debts in my life?"

His consciousness began to turn, and Du Zhengyi's face suddenly appeared in his field of vision. He saw Du Zhengyi sitting on the train seat, his expression indifferent, his face pale, just like someone about to die.

If his life were taken away, it would all be over; everyone either didn't care about Du Zhengyi's life or death or thought he was bound to die, even he himself thought so. Luo Qi turned around anxiously, and even though he knew he was in his own Consciousness World, he still shouted his friend's name loudly.

If he still had a chance, even if it were just one last chance to say goodbye to him, to use the last opportunity to ask him to promise not to give up on himself. But it was all gone. Luo Qi's resentment burned like a raging fire; if this was his deathbed, no wonder it was remembered that humans had the concept of vengeful spirits. If his intent were squeezed out of his body and left here, he would surely become a vengeful ghost drifting here for thousands of years.

The Du Zhengyi in Luo Qi's Consciousness World reacted to his shouting; he turned his head to look at him in confusion, looking simply innocent. He was innocent to begin with, owing nothing to anyone, yet being owed by everyone.

"Brother," Luo Qi called out, reaching out to Du Zhengyi's phantom. Du Zhengyi hesitated, but stood up and walked toward him, grabbing his hand.

The momentum of Luo Qi being pushed backward slowed down. Luo Qi gripped Du Zhengyi's hand tightly; Du Zhengyi was as reliable as the version in the real world, and just as strong, holding him firmly, and he finally stopped.

Luo Qi had lingering fears; he vaguely guessed that the moment he was pushed to the last carriage of the train and pushed out from the back door might be the moment he was kicked out of his own body.

Outside was the cold and white void of the Snow Country, things outside of life.

The woman's image appeared in his consciousness once again, still in flesh and blood. This time she was wearing clothes Luo Qi was used to seeing, similar to the girls Luo Qi was used to seeing in his life. She was dressed as if she were going to travel in the middle of winter, wearing a Canada Goose down jacket, a black knit hat on her head, wide-leg pants, and snow boots on her feet.

"I look pretty good, don't I?" she said, somewhat happily, completely ignoring Luo Qi's pain and despair.

Luo Qi was still able to answer, "Not bad, you look like a female security guard."

Yi Wa looked at Luo Qi with a smile and retorted, "If a person refuses to die, it must be because they have an obsession."

Luo Qi did not answer her; he seized the time to repair his crumbling Consciousness World, but he doubted he could hold on for long.

"Is this the deepest obsession in your heart?" Yi Wa glanced at Du Zhengyi. "When people are young, they always think that everyone they meet is a friend for life, willing to sacrifice for friends, but later on... later on, they will wish they truly had friends."

She walked a little closer to Luo Qi. "You can't hold on for long; your ending is destined to be a failure. However, there is a small benefit for you if I become Luo Qi. I don't need to go to Gushan to find a way to save him; the few secrets remaining in Gushan are not even one ten-thousandth of what is in my heart. I have a way to make him live."

Luo Qi was stunned for a moment; he realized he was wavering. The words Yi Wa spoke flowed through his lungs like mellow wine. "For you, it is a thousand difficulties and ten thousand hardships, perhaps you won't succeed in time. For me, it takes no effort at all."

Luo Qi hesitated; those who hesitate will be defeated, and he lost his last shred of opportunity.

"If you don't save him? How can I be sure what you said is true?" Luo Qi asked her.

"Of course you can't be sure," she sneered. "But you have no other way, do you? You cannot resist me. Maybe I will save him, it's just a matter of lifting a finger, maybe I really will save him."

Her cold and ruthless attack and all the counterattacks prepared by Luo Qi's underlying consciousness were launched together. The two consciousnesses fought fiercely together. In the Consciousness World, Luo Qi almost smelled the cold scent of metal; he tasted her consciousness with horror. She was cold-blooded; he could not say she was not human, but she lacked the completeness of balance in human nature. She was more complex than the Ghosts of the Society, but thinner than human consciousness. But in the end, her consciousness was too complex, complex beyond human consciousness.