This endless world

--Where am I?

After practicing for a long time, Zhao Yingkong, who was in a daze, slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a pure white space.

As consciousness returned, memories revived in the assassin girl's mind, and she recalled her previous "experiences."

Everyone in the Central Continent team discovered the "Spiritual Time Room" that had been hidden for a long time in Hogwarts under Qi Tengyi's accident. This magical magical creation actually had the miraculous effect of turning one day into ten days, almost out of thin air. The reward points equivalent to ten times were awarded... But this room has a strange requirement. Only women can enter, and only one person can enter at a time.

After repeatedly confirming that there were no other problems with this room, Zhao Yingkong, who wanted to become stronger, took the initiative to become the first user of this room. And the ease of use of this room was beyond her expectation. She didn't even feel hungry or tired inside, and could focus on polishing her skills, cultivation techniques and gene locks. It was as beautiful as a dream...

And now, the dream has awakened.

"So that's what it is... I should have expected it."

When Zhao Yingkong saw another self appearing in front of her, countless memories and pictures flowed into her mind simultaneously, and she understood everything that had happened during this period in an instant - and an expression that was almost out of control appeared in her mind. On the delicate face.

"Obviously others say that I am the strongest genius in the Assassin family for thousands of years, but I have no corresponding awareness at all. My skills may be better than those of other brothers and sisters, but this is far less than the perfection in my memory. , no matter how much you train, it seems like there is a high mountain across the way, and you cannot match the name of genius no matter what."

"In the Assassin family, the elders treat me as a child who doesn't understand anything. They hide everything from me... No, they think that I am just a canary in the cage. They don't care at all and just use I am tied to an illusory name, but in fact I have been secretly reaching out to my brothers and sisters..."

"Before entering the main god space, I was often complacent about my first-level gene lock. But I never thought that not long after arriving here, I would be far surpassed by Zheng Zha and Yang Yun. Even if I tried my best to practice, I would be tired and lose Consciousness cannot catch up with them..."

The normally arrogant girl lowered her head deeply: "It turns out that you had already unlocked the fourth-level genetic lock on that island. It was me who buried this genius. …”

"I am just the second personality you created. I am your support to complement the light of your soul. I am a young fruit that thinks you are unique, but is childish and ridiculous. My destiny is just waiting to mature and then be picked by the real princess. Just enjoy it... The funny thing is, this is my only role."

"...I am such an idiot."

There was a lingering sadness on the face that was usually cold as frost, but now covered with tears. She was so confused that she didn't even dare to raise her head to take a look at the man with the same appearance and the same name as herself. But in terms of both strength and talent, the girl who is far more in line with the name of "Zhao Yingkong", a peerless genius... The self-esteem and pride that she has maintained for a long time are shattered by the fact of her secondary personality. At this moment, the will to resist and survive The will seemed to be withdrawn from the body, and like a real damsel in distress, Zhao Yingkong collapsed on the ground and killed her with her neck.

"As you say, I'm just 'empty'."

"My past is forged, my power was given by others, my brothers and sisters actually have nothing to do with me, even the hatred that I have always regarded as the goal of my life..."

Tears streaked across his cheeks and fell to the ground drop by drop. Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer to his ears, feeling that the figure absorbing the surrounding light had a dark aura, he let out a chuckle that seemed to be mocking. Zhao Yingkong paused. For a moment, a sad smile appeared: "It doesn't belong to me either."

She felt a petite and cold catkin lift her chin, so she subconsciously followed the movement and raised her white neck. She knew that this was her end, becoming the tonic for the real "Zhao Yingkong"... At this time, she had already Lost the mood to resist.

"Actually, I deliberately ignored a memory and did not share it with you."

Then she heard a voice that was exactly the same as hers, but her tone was crisp and charming, with a lingering smile: "How should I put it... I have always wanted to see you, and I have imagined that we would meet many times. Your performance at that time seemed to be that the method of memory instillation just now was so rough that it frightened you into looking like this."

"However, this is really a different experience, isn't it? After all, it is a rare experience to see yourself as helpless as a princess bound by a witch."

These words full of ridicule and sarcasm finally brought about unwillingness. Zhao Yingkong's eyes opened angrily. She could accept that she would become the dragon's meal and the witch's fruit, but she would never allow herself to become the puppet of the other party.

Then she saw herself with traces of the battle remaining on her body, and even a big hole pierced by a dagger in her chest, but she was smiling beautifully. Her expression was actually quite friendly. The charm on her face that she had never thought of was so gentle that Zhao Yingkong forgot her original fear for a moment.

"Oh haha, although it was interesting to see your confused look before, but this unyielding expression is more suitable for you."

The protagonist smiled, looking at himself gently like the brother Suikong who had not lost control in his false memory, and even passed his delicate jade finger across his lips, and lightly tapped her lips... Although he was confused , but like a knight who was captured by a powerful enemy, Zhao Yingkong, the sub-personality who exuded determination to refuse to admit defeat, was suddenly stunned.

The protagonist's extremely beautiful face came closer, making Zhao Yingkong shrink back in fright. She raised her hateful finger: "Whether you believe it or not, the purpose of creating you in the first place is actually that I want to die. Your idea is to sleep like the sleeping beauty in the fairy tale, because the princess with blood on her hands never wants to face the past again, and face the black knight who is also bloody for her, so I created you. "

"From this perspective, as Zhao Yingkong, you should be stronger and braver than me."

strong? brave?

Who, me?

Zhao Yingkong's eyes became more confused, but the protagonist just smiled and continued: "You may be surprised, but what I said is the truth. I learned the truth on the experimental platform of a stupid sister named Setsuna. When I learned that we, as 'witches', were actually saved, tsk tsk, my embarrassing crying look holding Sister Setsuna was much more embarrassing than yours..."

Speaking of this, a chuckle seemed to come from the distance. This laughter immediately put a blush on the host's face. She glared viciously in the direction of the laughter, and then faced the person who also heard the laughter. Zhao Yingkong continued: "The lost strength can be trained and improved, the dusty gene lock can be opened again, the unfamiliar assassination skills can be re-practiced, and the cultivation techniques can also be refined over time... We are one, no matter in terms of qualifications or talents. They should all be exactly the same, and the power is just at your fingertips.”

As he said that, the finger was close to Zhao Yingkong's towering chest: "...but the power of the 'heart' is the real power."

"So, you don't have to belittle yourself, because compared to me, who dare not face the past and only dares to bury his head deeply and act like an ostrich, I will always carry a heart that refuses to admit defeat and carry the burden of You continue to move forward with pain and sorrow, and regain your life..."

"Only then can he be more worthy of the title of 'the strongest genius in the Assassin family for thousands of years'."