Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 1044: The Ship of Theseus

"I am... Lord!"

At this moment, Lord seems to be out of the cage.

The invisible shackles that bound him were also shattered piece by piece with the emergence of memories.

The lost spiritual pressure reappeared, like a huge tide, shaking the void and even the heavens and the earth, and the mighty momentum rose and burst into the sky like a hidden dragon rising into the abyss.

The broken memories are reunited at this moment.

The last life that was lost in the deepest part of my heart and was fragmented has finally been recovered, and the truth has been revealed.

"It turns out...that's the truth."

Lord's eyes showed a touch of bitterness, he sighed softly, and said, "I am Lord, he is Carl, and the two of us together are Lord Carl."

From start to finish, they were both.

One, a man named Carl who was born in the Marvel Universe.

The other is Lord, who was born on earth and came through with the memory of his past life.

Under the misunderstanding, the two souls did not merge, but were involved in two completely different time and space by some unknown force.

The past...and the future!

Karl is in the future, Lord is in the past.

They are one and two.

No wonder, all along, his intuition has been telling him that there must be a battle between the two.

The reason is this.

One twin soul, one flower twin life.

Only if one of them dies, the one who remains will be whole.

Only, he still has a question now.

"This city... it should symbolize the memory of my past life." Lord asked, looking into the distance, the ruined city.

Although it looks like an interrogative sentence, it is actually an affirmative sentence.

Actually, it's not hard to guess.

Everything in the spiritual world is closely related to oneself. Every thing has a symbolic meaning. It is impossible for a ruined city to appear for no reason.

So, the only possibility Lord can think of is that this destroyed city is actually his memory.

"So what?"

The man neither denied nor admitted.

"When you saw me earlier, you said something interesting, 'It's over,' 'You're finally back,' and 'We've been waiting for you for a long time.'"

Lord retracted his gaze, turned to the man, and said solemnly: "So...how many times have I seen you? What is it that ended? Who are you referring to?"

"Questions, please ask them one by one."

The man smiled, wiped the cold blade with his fingertips, and said, "We have met many times, but every time, you will forget it."

Lord frowned. He had no idea when he had seen each other.

"As for the second question."

The man paused, then pointed to the grave lined with swords behind him, and said, "What I want to end, naturally, is this endless fight."

Endless fighting?

Lord narrowed his eyes, and countless guesses flashed through his mind. Who is he fighting with?

"Now, answer the third question."

The man ignored him and continued: "We're all referring to 'Lord,' or . . . the Lord who was 'left' here, dead."

Dead... Lord? !

Lord Tong Kong suddenly shrank, and an unstoppable chill surged up from the back of the crest, straight to the sky!

"Looking at your expression, I seem to understand."

The man laughed loudly, with a hint of madness in his eyes, as if from the eerie, and said slowly: "Actually, you should have noticed it long ago, didn't you?"

"This is the deepest part of the spiritual world, the edge of the human subconscious. You, who have the memory of your past life, should know... its name?"

"Limbo....Lost in the Domain!"

Lord's eyes trembled, and he said word by word: "The last layer of the Inception space, the edge of the human subconscious, infinite... close to the subconscious aggregate, the place of "Alaya Consciousness" . "

"It's good, but I prefer to call it..."Little Hell." "

The man paced up and said, "Where there is a soul sandwiched between heaven and hell, born with original sin, there is only endless pain."

Lord was silent, but his eyes became more and more gloomy, and his expression was even a little grim.

"Haven't you ever been curious?" The man said meaningfully: "A college student who has traveled through the earth, his five bodies are not working hard, and a otaku who has no advantages other than playing games and reading comics, can actually be in a short period of time. In a few years, it has grown to this point."

"Whether it's swordsmanship, ghost path, Shunpo, or white fight, the combat experience seems to be innate."

"Uozhihua Baqianliu, the dignified first-generation Kenpachi, a ghost-like figure, would be suppressed by a novice like you in a hand-to-hand battle. Haven't you ever wondered, the reason for all this?"

Yeah, why?

Lord opened his mouth feebly, but found that he couldn't say a word.

He was just a college student in his previous life, and he should be best at online matchmaking. He would gasp for breath after running three kilometers on weekdays. He was an ordinary person who only knew how to fight with people, and he didn't even touch a knife once.

The only reason that makes sense is, perhaps... the system.

"Do you think it's the system?"

The man seemed to see through his thoughts, with a playful look in his eyes, and sneered: "Actually not, let's not mention that thing, the real cause of all this is actually you, you were born... .have them, but forget them."

"Don't go around the corners, just say it!"

Lord took a deep breath and said solemnly: "What the **** are you trying to say?"

"I guessed it, but refused to admit it?"

The man shook his head helplessly~IndoMTL.com~, then sat down cross-legged, inserted the knife into the ground, and said in a stern voice: "Anyway, time is running out, it is meaningless to continue fighting, why don't you just let me, come here. Let me tell you a story."

Lord was silent and sat down with his knees, intending to listen to the story.

Although...he had guessed, the outline and end of the story.

"A long time ago, there was a decadent and decadent otaku."

"The five bodies are inactive and the limbs are weak. Except for the appearance, the other aspects are simply ruined."

Hearing this, Lorde's face was a little embarrassed, and he coughed twice: "This paragraph can be skipped, let's just focus on the key points."

The man looked at him teasingly, and said with a smile: "Under the circumstances, he traveled to the Marvel Universe in the form of a pure soul, but there were a million little accidents in the middle."

"Xiao... small accident?" Lorde raised his brows.

"In his soul form, for some reason, he shattered into countless consciousnesses."

The man's eyes showed a hint of indifference and coldness, like a machine without emotion, and continued: "The broken consciousness is reflected in the depths of the soul, the edge of the subconscious...Limbo (Lost)!"

"The most terrible thing happened..."

"Under the influence of the Lost Domain, each broken consciousness has its own ideas and become countless individuals."

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"Then here comes the problem."

"All broken consciousness individuals were once a complete part, and they all want to get out of the lost realm, but there can only be one master of spirit and soul, so please... What should I do? ?"

The man stared at Lord, and then said word by word: "The answer is... devour other consciousness!"