Chapter 353: 350, The Imitator
Always.
Jas had been very satisfied with his Evil Spirit Transformation Ability because he could remain in the state of Evil Spirit Transformation without losing his humanity.
Those eyes allowed him to see more, even more powerful than Spirit Vision.
He had always felt that there wasn’t any difference between his vision and that of the Evil Spirits.
Moreover, he felt that his thought process and intelligence had significantly improved.
Externally, this ant he was smarter, calr, and more rational.
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During his ti at the Dusk Bell Church, he had obtained a lot of useful information, and nobody had noticed anything unusual about him.
Of course.
His intelligence told him that the Dusk Bell Church knew about his undercover identity.
The information he could get was what they allowed him to have.
Jas cautiously survived within the Dusk Bell Church, maintaining a safe distance from the organization’s bottom line.
He knew it was all thanks to the Evil Spirit Transformation Ability.
Anyone who received such a useful ability without paying a price would feel special.
Jas felt the sa.
But what he didn’t realize was that from the beginning he was just an imitator.
His eyes were a gift from the Evil Spirit Du Wei.
Everything about him was an open book in the eyes of Evil Spirit Du Wei.
At this mont.
Jas knelt on the ground, howling in pain. He wanted to hold his head and weep, to vent the ntal oppression and unbearable sense of collapse.
But he’d lost control of his eyes and couldn’t shed a single tear.
Cold, calm…
Smack…
Jas’s head struck the wall of the bathroom, cracking the hard tiles, saring them with blood.
Such violent impact could render a person unconscious.
But not Jas…
He was in a state of rational calm, yet painful madness.
Even more bizarre was.
Despite the commotion he was causing in the bathroom, no one from the Dusk Bell Church seed to notice.
The whole room seed severed from reality.
“Please, let go… Ahhhhh!!!”
Jas grabbed his own hair, repeatedly slamming his head against the walls, the floor, the glass door, the mirror.
Soon, he was covered in wounds.
Blood was everywhere, creating a gory and frightening scene.
Gradually…
Jas lost control. He opened his mouth, panting heavily, stretched his neck toward the now-cracked mirror, and slowly moved his hand towards his right eye.
He wanted to gouge it out.
His fingers pressed against the eyeball, pushing inwards with force.
But the next second, Jas’s wails revealed his breakdown.
He found that he had also lost control of his Right Hand.
“Why… Why ? Why do I have to suffer like this!”
Jas questioned his reflection in the mirror, but no answer ca back.
The reflection was expressionless, with cold eyes, like another person completely.
Suddenly…
Jas touched his face, noticing that his facial muscles were extrely stiff.
Yet his reflection in the mirror didn’t make the sa movent.
“Hahahaha…”
Jas completely broke down: “Hahaha… Hahaha… I know now, I know who you are!”
“Du Wei! No… Masked Evil Spirit!”
“You are the Masked Evil Spirit, you want to take over my body!”
“Take it, take it, I can’t bear this tornt anymore; just let die, please!”
“I know you have your own consciousness, please, I beg you to release !”
When he said the last sentence, Jas’s tone was that of a man in prayer, pleading.
Then, he stiffened.
He saw, within the mirror, his reflection suddenly transford into soone he was extrely familiar with.
It was Du Wei.
But the deanor was entirely different from the Du Wei he knew.
Chilly, elegant, like an ancient nobleman strolling through the night.
rely eting that gaze caused one’s consciousness to tremble, an utter horror.
Unexplainably, the word “devils” flashed through Jas’s mind.
Following that, the Evil Spirit Du Wei in the mirror said to him, “I don’t need your body, what I need you to do is simple.”
“From this mont on, you only need to rember that I am Du Wei, and Du Wei is .”
Jas burst into manic laughter: “You are Du Wei, yes, only you should be Du Wei.”
Creak…
At that mont, the door was suddenly pushed open.
Everything in the mirror vanished without a trace.
Jas’s laughter stopped abruptly, his face expressionless as he turned his head and walked out of the bathroom.
And what was eerie was that the injuries he had just struggled and inflicted upon himself had also disappeared without a trace, as if they had never happened.
At the doorway, Ryan walked in with a carefree swagger, hands on his pants, beginning to unbuckle his belt while whistling a tune.
“Move aside, move aside, don’t you see I’m here to take a piss again?”
Hearing this, it seed Ryan mistook Jas’s room for a public toilet…
Jas looked at Ryan coldly, silent.
Finding this, Ryan cocked his head in confusion and said, “Boss?”
“No, you’re Jas, no, are you the boss?”
As he spoke, Ryan slapped his forehead and shouted in horror, “Wow, Jas you lunatic, you actually dare impersonate the boss, and you even do it so convincingly, I must teach you a lesson today!”
Jas said coldly, “Get out!”
Ryan’s eyes widened, “Backtalk from a re lunatic, you dare defy Doctor Ryan? Just you wait, I’ll call the boss right now, tattle on you.”
No sooner had his words landed than Ryan turned to leave, but he hesitated a mont, and right in front of Jas, he pulled down his pants and urinated on the spot before leaving.
“Humph! Just you wait!”
“Once the boss tells what dicine to give you, I’ll make sure it’s double the dose!”
…
Whoosh…
Consciousness shifted from blurry to clear.
All around him, everything seed alive, making rustling noises.
Cold, damp.
This was the Lake of the Spirit.
The water rippled…
Du Wei stood on the lake surface, opening his eyes.
“The first plan has failed.”
“The devil’s true na sounds quite ridiculous.”
“The more I acknowledge it, the more real it becos.”
“Good thing I recited the true na in a dream within a dream, otherwise the nun might have appeared here by now.”
Du Wei had initiated the plan of a dream within a dream as soon as he entered the dream state.
The version of himself within the first dream was only a part of his actual dream, he had expended a great deal of energy and intense psychological suggestion to make the dream appear real.
In the dream, he recited the true na.
Right from the beginning of the plan, he had arranged for his dream self’s demise.
Therefore, there was no actual loss.
Now, he would begin another backup plan.
“However, before the plan starts, this dream needs a little more embellishnt.”
Du Wei’s voice was calm as he looked down at the surface of the lake.
Below the surface of the water stood a nun, its head raised to et Du Wei’s gaze, ferocious and horrifying, with yellow eyes like those of a beast, brimming with nothing but pure malice.
“When you see , I see you too.”
These were Du Wei’s words…
Then, he closed his eyes and sank into the depths of the lake…
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