"This is very selfish, and it’s cowardly,"
"You’ve always been like this, and you will always be on the verge of losing control."
Brian was unapologetically blunt.
Within the Heart Domain, his perception could be infinitely amplified.
He couldn’t read minds, but he could feel a person’s true character.
He actually didn’t understand.
How did such a person beco a Third Rank Life?
Could it be that there were too many personalities of Old White, stacking up, making the Spirit too formidable, like discarding bricks forcefully, breaking through by brute force?
Old White didn’t explain himself in response to Brian’s piercing words, but just offered a bitter smile, "People change, reality offers no paradise, I can only seek within, anyway, thank you for letting feel relaxed again. As for ... after I go out, I’ll still trouble you and the old man to help physically destroy . Actually, these years I’ve lived..."
"Shush!"
Brian cut him off, "I didn’t say I couldn’t help you solve it, go away."
With a wave of his hand, he tossed the rambling Old White aside, then turned with a sinister smile towards the nurous negative personality bubbles of Old White above, "You want to possess a body, to do as you please, right? Then I shall generously fulfill your wishes."
Just as the personalities were confused,
they realized their bubble environnt had undergone earth-shattering changes:
Mountains of knives, seas of fire, vats of boiling oil, rolling stones...
This was clearly the Eighteen Layers of Hell!
"Ah!"
Countless screams echoed throughout the outermost layer of the Blissful Heart Domain.
Watching those versions of himself undergoing various tornts, the normal Old White’s face turned pale in an instant, "Is everything here real?"
Brian nodded, "As long as I want, all perceptions beco reality!"
...
Each personality had experienced the torture of the Eighteen Layers of Hell not just once.
So collapsed directly.
Many more beca numb.
Until everything stopped.
Just when they thought they were liberated, Brian pointed to a clock projection occupying a large portion of space,
"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you.
Essentially, there’s no concept of ti and space here.
You think a long ti has passed, but in reality, only a second has gone by.
You tried to Plunder Old White’s body.
That’s cri and robbery!
But I am a magnanimous person.
Your sentence is very short.
24-hour detention, not too much, right?"
Hiss~
All Old Whites beca completely numb...
...
In the end, over a hundred thousand negative personalities of Old White ca to a compromise after negotiating with Brian through threats, violent beatings, abuse, and the very brief indulgence of having their wishes fulfilled... among other friendly forms of negotiation.
They agreed to stay obediently within Old White’s Conscious Space from that day on.
In return,
every so often, they could co here to release and enjoy the real Bliss.
See, this is the right way to deal with losing control.
...
Witnessing all this, the real consciousness of Old White looked at Brian with a complicated gaze.
There was gratitude, fear...
His expression was complex, "I am very grateful to you..."
"Eh..." Brian waved his hand, "No need for thanks, I need your help with sothing."
"What?"
Old White breathed a sigh of relief.
Having sothing to help with was good.
It made him feel more at ease.
Brian took a deep breath, "My body is kind of complex, it’s... quite special, and the offspring it produces are a bit weird, so I would like to ask for your help to have a more normal offspring. That’s okay, right?"
Hearing this, Old White relaxed.
He nodded,
"That’s simple.
My Blood Moon Gift Ability can transfer negative things.
Including emotions, influence of genetic imprint, and so on.
That’s also why my personality split so severely.
Now that you’ve solved my personality problems, I don’t have to worry about using my ability causing to further lose control.
Let’s see, I’ll check your condition first."
Saying this, and not knowing what he was getting into, Old White reached out to touch Brian’s palm.
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