Chapter 229: Pit Within a Pit Within a Pit Within a Pit

Park, Basketball Court.

Twenty-four Chen Rans stood in four rows, with six people in each row. A Chen Ran with a whistle hanging around his neck and looking like a coach patrolled back and forth through the team. Seeing someone with an incorrect standing posture, he directly kicked them over to the ground.

"Stand properly!"

"This physical stamina selection concerns your future. This planet is barren. Only by being selected will you group of clones have the qualifications to Emigrate to planet ZYX-101."

The Chen Ran who was kicked down crawled like a dog back to the team, not wanting to lose this qualification.

"Now starting the roll call!"

Saying this, the coach took out the list.

"Chen Ran Number 1!"

"Here!"

"Here!"

"Chen Ran Number 3!"

"Here!"

"Chen Ran Number 18!"

"Chen Ran Number 18?"

No one responded for a long time. The coach narrowed his eyes and looked towards the end of the third row, at that Chen Ran who had been frowning all along.

"You!"

Number 18 Chen Ran interrupted him: "Don't waste your efforts. Although I don't know how much cognition has been tampered with by the Skill, there are two cognitions that the Skill seems unable to change."

"Number one: My name is Xu Lang. I have a pure white Liar-Slayer, and the Skill's name is Eternal Kingdom."

"Number two: There is a person's Skill that can make one believe parts of the words he speaks."

"As long as these two cognitions cannot be tampered with, I can deduce a lot of information you cannot imagine."

His words made coach Chen Ran frown.

"Oh, is that so? Why don't you tell me where that pure white Gun of yours went?"

Number 18 Chen Ran discovered that he didn't have a Liar-Slayer in his hands, nor at his waist.

Instead, the rest of the Chen Rans all had a pure white Pistol at their waists.

"It seems that when you were being instilled with Chen Ran's memories, your brain developed a problem."

"Number 19, you come tell him, who are we, where is this, and what is the meaning of our existence?"

Number 19 Chen Ran stood at attention and shouted: "We are all Chen Ran clones! This is the Cloning Center! The meaning of our existence is, when problems appear with Chen Ran's organs and blood, to transplant our organs and blood to him!"

"In this selection, the one who takes first place can Emigrate to the resource planet and live a superior life ahead of time! Our slogan is..."

"Friendship first, competition second!"

"Good!" The coach nodded: "Very good, exceedingly extremely specially good!"

"Now, you tell him again, what is the cognition in your mind?"

"Reporting to coach, there are two! Number one is: my name is Chen Ran, I have a pure white Pistol, and the Pistol's Skill is called Eternal Kingdom! Number two is: there is someone's Skill that can make me believe parts of his words!"

"Number 19 finished reporting!"

The coach nodded in gratification, and again looked towards the frowning Number 18, asking: "You say in your cognition, your name is Xu Lang. He says in his cognition, his name is Chen Ran."

"Who do you think is right?"

Number 18's head was splitting with pain. His gaze became fierce as he looked at Number 20: "You speak!"

"In my cognition there are also two. Number one: my name is Chen Ran, I have a pure white Pistol, and the Skill is called Eternal Kingdom. Number two: there is someone's personal Skill that can make me believe parts of the words he speaks. But I know..."

"I am Chen Ran's clone!"

Hearing this.

Number 18 began to doubt himself.

'Clones need to be instilled with the main body's memory. Could it be that I really developed memory confusion while being instilled with memories?'

"Number 18, tell me loudly, who exactly are you?" The coach suddenly shouted.

"I am..."

"Chen Ran's clone."

"Louder!"

"I am Chen Ran's clone!"

"Louder still!"

"I am Chen Ran's clone!!"

This last sentence, Number 18 practically roared out. Only then did the coach nod in satisfaction, but very quickly he shouted sternly again: "You are penalized to run 50 laps around the Basketball Court! Only after finishing running can you participate in this selection!"

Number 18 had unwillingness in his heart, but ultimately still accepted this kind of punishment.

After establishing his authority, the coach looked at the remaining clones in the team and said coldly: "I want to see if there are any other clones who have developed memory confusion. If there still are..."

"Number 18 is your outcome!"

"Continue the roll call!"

"Chen Ran Number 19!"

"Here!"

"Number 19, who are you?"

"I am Chen Ran's clone!"

The coach nodded.

"Chen Ran Number 20!"

"Here!"

"Number 20, who are you?"

"I am Chen Ran's clone!"

The coach nodded again.

"Chen Ran Number 21!"

"Chen Ran Number 21?"

No one answered. The veins on coach Chen Ran's forehead bulged out. Looking at Number 21's position, he found it completely empty.

He seemed to think of something and immediately looked at the original position of Number 18. Sure enough, in that empty spot, there was an extra Chen Ran.

"Oh ho, discovered by you." Number 21 Chen Ran jokingly teased with a smile.

"You think this kind of trick of yours can fool me?"

Hearing this, the coach only felt mentally exhausted. Raising his hand, he said: "Speak your memory confusion."

"You know which two cognitions the person hit by the Skill would retain, so you, or one of you, arranged the so-called Chen Ran clone Number 18."

"To [prove] to me that if I have other thoughts, it is that a problem occurred during the so-called instilling of Chen Ran's memories."

"And then letting the so-called Number 19 and Number 20 correct Number 18's cognition was actually wanting to correct my cognition. Wanting to make me think that everyone has the two cognitions in their minds, and that they are Chen Ran's clones, so I should also be Chen Ran's clone."

"If I am Chen Ran, if I say I am Chen Ran's clone, wouldn't I be lying? And the cognition in my mind is that Chen Ran has a pure white Gun called Liar-Slayer."

"As the name implies..."

"Killing those who lie. Doesn't me lying mean I will die?"

Coach Chen Ran was extremely speechless: "Do you want to listen to what you're saying?"

Saying this, he pointed at Number 18 who was running laps.

"According to your words, didn't Number 18 lie? Did he die?"

"Who fired the Gun?" Number 21 retorted.

"Then you can draw the pure white Pistol at your waist and try firing a shot to kill him."

Number 21 thought for a bit and drew his Gun, aiming at Number 18 who was running laps around the Basketball Court.

"Can't pull the trigger." Number 21 lowered his arm again and said with a frown.

"This is a voice-controlled Pistol. You need to speak a specific command to be able to use it."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"You didn't ask."

"What is the command?"

"The command is: You lied."

Having said that, coach Chen Ran stared fixedly at Number 21 Chen Ran, only to see the latter...

Slowly raise his arm, aiming at the running Number 18 Chen Ran. The air seemed to congeal at this moment, and many Chen Rans held their breath.

When Number 21 was just about to fire, he suddenly came out with a sentence: "He's running, I can't aim accurately."

Coach Chen Ran only felt his blood pressure soaring.

He called a stop to Number 18 Chen Ran, grabbed his collar, and stood in front of Number 21 Chen Ran.

"If you can't aim accurately again, I'll smash your head!"

Number 21 Chen Ran pressed the pure white Pistol against Number 18's forehead and opened his mouth:

"You lied."