Everything made little sense, but Noah tried his best to study the situation anyway. He had vaguely understood what was happening, but many doubts still filled his mind, and a few of them were too important to ignore.
"What's your name?" Noah asked.
"Why would I have a name?" The old man replied.
"Because you aren't a creation of the Cursed Labyrinth," Noah stated.
"And what would I even be?" The old man asked.
"I don't know," Noah admitted. "The Labyrinth is powerful enough to contain powerful beings, but its environments are too diverse to e from a single expert. The existence of multiple creators can explain this feature, but why would various rank 9 cultivators even decide to build something like this?"
"So?" The old man asked.
"So, you probably are a real existence," Noah explained. "I don't know if you are one of the creators, a shadow of that powerful expert, or a cultivator they have trapped here. Still, I think you are a real living being, but your world prevents me from studying you."
"I don't see your point," The old man stated.
"I didn't hear your name," Noah repeated.
"What if I forgot it?" The old man questioned.
"Recall it then," Noah ordered.
"It doesn't work like that," The old man explained.
"Dream about recalling it," Noah continued.
A flicker ran through the old man's half-closed eyes. They didn't open nor close, but something definitely happened, and Noah didn't miss it.
"You are interesting," The old man announced. "I did recall it."
"What's your name?" Noah asked.
"What's yours?" The old man responded.
"Noah Balvan," Noah exclaimed without showing any hesitation. "A good friend granted me the title "Defying Demon
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