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Void, an endless void filled my vision, and my head felt a bit heavy. Where am I? I stood in this emptiness, feeling no trace of life; everything was gray and dead silent.
I was dazed for a moment, as if trapped in a nightmare, unable to move my body or think clearly. Then came a light laugh. I looked up, and there he was! This person!? That smiling face...
A young man stood ahead, his stylish short hair flying without wind. I stared at him blankly; although his tall and slender figure seemed fragile, I could sense that he was strong—yes, very dangerous. His skin was pale, his features delicate, and the corners of his mouth were always curled into a mischievous smirk, exuding a lighthearted arrogance. What puzzled me were those bright eyes looking at me, seemingly filled with provocation.
I gazed for a long time, feeling that this smile was somewhat familiar, as if I had seen this face somewhere before. I tried hard to search for that familiarity, but my mind refused to cooperate and even automatically blocked all my thoughts. It felt like I had grasped something one second, only for it to vanish the next...
I sensed someone whispering beside me. Suddenly, I jolted awake from the dream, that wickedly arrogant smile resurfacing in my mind. In the next moment, I thought I heard something shatter—a voice of disbelief and reluctance escaped my lips: "I remember! I remember..."
"What do you remember? Acting all crazy early in the morning," Xianxian asked with confusion while also throwing in a jab at me.
Why should I tell you!
Though I thought this in my heart, I awkwardly scratched my head and replied, "It's personal."
"Hehe." Xianxian chuckled twice, wearing a mocking grin as he asked, "You’re not thinking about women, are you?"
"You really think too much; I'm not you," I shot him a glare and said calmly. But inside, I felt a chill; that boy from the dream was me! No! More accurately, he was someone who looked just like me! Although we appeared identical, his smile and every movement felt foreign to me—completely another person—so I didn't recognize him at first.
Moreover, I remembered that during the time I fell into the secret chamber, the one who mocked and belittled me repeatedly must have been him too. Could it really be true what Xianxian said—that I have Dissociative Identity Disorder!?
God no! To hell with Dissociative Identity Disorder! I truly don’t want it!
I was startled by my own thoughts, and I didn't even hear Xianxian talking to me until he kicked me. I snapped back to reality, staring blankly at him. "What's up?"
"Hey, hey, are you looking so desperate because Zongzi slept with you, or do you want to sleep with Zongzi?" Xianxian looked at me curiously, his eyes full of amusement.
"I want to sleep with you!" I said disdainfully. Forget it, I'll think about it later...
Xianxian had a look on his face as if he had just eaten a fly, incredulously pointing at me. "Don't mess around! Although This Handsome Guy is so handsome that he could attract both men and women, I really never thought about going both ways!"
I couldn't help but laugh at him; it was funny how I had previously seen him as cold and aloof, yet here he was showing such a comedic side!
"Ha ha, that's more like it! We're not dead yet, so stop acting like you're in mourning; it's quite unlucky!" Xianxian laughed along. Although I wanted to ask him where exactly I looked like I was in mourning—after all, I've been the campus heartthrob for several years now. Just then, shouts from a few people echoed down the corridor.
"What the hell is this place? It's really creepy!"
"When I get out of here, I'm definitely going to blow this place up!"
"Blow it up? If we're going to blow it up, why wait until we get out?!"
"Are you saying…"
"Exactly what you're thinking!"
As they spoke, several figures appeared in sight—it was clearly Gao Liang, Nearsighted Guy, and Wang Yi.
"Xian..." Just as Wang Yi began to speak, Xianxian raised a hand to interrupt him, saying, "I heard everything. Since we can't find the mechanism, we can try using explosives, but let's keep our distance."
"Don't worry, I've got this!" Wang Yi patted his chest. In contrast to his eager expression, Zhao Yang and the Nearsighted Guy didn't seem as excited. They nodded at Xianxian and followed Wang Yi. The others were either searching for mechanisms or clues; although the hope was slim, they were indeed making an effort. Except for me and Xianxian, who were still just chatting...
"So they can handle explosives too!" I admired Xianxian. If I had a group of people around me who understood medicine and could handle explosives, along with decent skills, things would definitely go more smoothly! But where could we find such people? Just thinking about this reality made me feel deflated.
"Only Zhao Yang knows medicine. Don't be fooled by Wang Yi's hot temper; he looks like a muscle-bound simpleton who spent a year in the army and learned nothing useful except how to blow things up..." Although Xianxian sounded quite helpless, there was no hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes. Handling explosives is not something just anyone can do; it requires precise control over how much to use—neither wasteful nor capable of causing large-scale destruction. His slight dissatisfaction probably stemmed from not mastering Tomb Raiding techniques.
"Have you been in this line of work for long?" Perhaps I had let my guard down around him, as I didn't feel awkward or out of place during our time together.
Xianxian didn't answer but raised an eyebrow and asked expectantly, "What? Do you want to be my little brother?"
"Funny enough, I was just thinking of taking you as my little brother!"
"Taking me as your little brother? Not only would you struggle to gain respect, but your abilities are also quite concerning. Who would trust their life in your hands?" Xianxian looked at me with skepticism and distrust.
"Yeah, Lord Xianxian, you're the best and most powerful, right?" Although we hadn't spent much time together, I had gotten to know him a bit. You couldn't be too strong with him; you had to flatter him instead. Otherwise, the stronger you were, the more he would ramp up his banter.
"Haha. Since you understand the situation so well, this Lord will graciously accept you as a friend!" Xianxian seemed oblivious to the sarcasm in my words and laughed proudly. Though I felt powerless against his narcissism, I had to admit that my impression of him had shifted from initial wariness and dislike to admiration and a sense of regret for not meeting him sooner...
With a self-satisfied smile that I thought was appropriate, I high-fived him in mid-air. Having more friends is better than having fewer enemies; besides, this friend is worth having! Although it felt somewhat unreliable, I saw in him a different kind of brilliance compared to Ningmeng's distant and cold strength—this was a sharpness that seemed ready to explode at any moment...
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