Chapter 183: Fiction and Reality
Among the ruins of the golden capital of Shandora.
In the distance, the battle between Luffy and Anilu's side was still earth-shattering, and it seemed to be nearing the end, but both 'Sherlocks' didn't seem to be interested in it at all.
One had a grim expression, and that calm and silent look was as solemn as the autumn wind.
The other smiled kindly, but under the transparent lenses of his glasses, a pair of deep dark eyes shimmered with an inexplicable essence, and when you looked closely, there was a chilling feeling.
The two men with glasses who looked almost identical looked at each other, and they were silent. In addition, the one lying on the ground next to him, there were actually three 'Sherlocks' present, this scene is really indescribably weird!
After a long time, the [Sorcerer] in the mirror was the first to break the silence.
"Am I scared of you? I'm sorry. After all, the sudden appearance of a person who looks exactly like himself must be terrifying."
With a chuckle, [Sherlock] bowed slightly to the sorcerer and bowed deeply to apologize, the natural nobility and elegance couldn't help but remind Sherlock of the scene when he practiced etiquette in front of the mirror.
"yes, I was shocked. β
Sherlock looked at his head with a calm face: "However, it shouldn't be exactly the same, the difference between us is still quite big." β
"The difference?"
Sherlock was stunned for a moment, and then his handsome and extraordinary face was filled with an even brighter smile.
"Yes, this tear mole of mine is on the right side, and you are on the left. That's right. And the color of the hair. β
He stretched out his finger and pointed at the corner of his right eye, and smiled at Sherlock, "Except for this small difference." We're almost identical. β
"After all, I'm you in the mirror......"
"......" Sherlock's eyes narrowed slightly. I thought about it quickly, and at the same time, the gaze of the [man in the mirror] in front of me became more and more weird.
Everyone thinks of themselves as unique, but how do you feel when there is suddenly an extra being in the world that is almost exactly like you?
"I almost want to understand how you areγβdΗngγβdiΗnγβε°γβ said, .2β3.oβs_(); It's coming. "Combined with the abilities of your own Devil Fruit, and this world that is completely opposite to reality, this question is not difficult to guess.
Perhaps on that isolated island in the East China Sea, the moment Sherlock ate the Mirror Fruit to gain demonic power, [he] was no longer completely attached to the essence of the sorcerer.
Sherlock turned his head to look at himself, surrounded by Robin and Chopper, and then gently pushed his glasses with his right hand. In a flat tone, he said, "So, the reason why my consciousness came here is because of you?
"How could it be ......" Sherlock smiled and waved his hand.
"Although I don't want you to be electrocuted, after all, if you, the only [real], die, I can't live alone. But something like breaking the boundary between the virtual and the real, I can't do it for the time being. β
Perhaps sensing the flash of doubt in Sherlock's eyes, the corners of the [Sorcerer's] mouth curled up in an elegant arc, and continued:
"Although the world in the mirror is completely opposite to the real world, it is actually completely dependent on the real world. It's like a mirror. If the real thing is not reflected, the mirror will not appear out of thin air, and in the same way, the virtual image will not affect the entity. β
After speaking. The man with glasses in the mirror waved his hand slightly, and a delicately crafted musket slowly emerged from the void. The bright silver body reflects the unique color of metal, and the arabesque-like fine pattern adds a bit of gorgeousness to its original simple and atmospheric shape.
(This is the musket in my collection in Mirror Space...... Is it infinite?) Sherlock's expression changed slightly. It seems that the self in the mirror really has the same fruit ability as himself.
"The outside of the mirror is real, and the inside of the mirror is virtual. And the mirror space that you use as a warehouse is the dividing line between the unreal and the real. At the same time, it is also the only way to get from the real world to the world inside the mirror. β
Brush - Brush - Brush -
Bright silver muskets emerged from the [Sorcerer's] side, and they grew faster and faster, covering the small half of the sky in a matter of moments with all the muskets he had projected.
"It stands to reason that as a [reality] with a soul, it is impossible for you to cross this [boundary between the virtual and the real] now......"
Sherlock muttered to himself, and as he spoke, his body slowly floated up from the ground, floating up and down in mid-air with the hundreds of muskets he had projected.
(Because the body is [Void], can this guy fly in the sky like other mirror images?) Sherlock said secretly in his heart.
"Unless ......"
The Sorcerer, who was floating in mid-air, paused, and he looked down at Sherlock's silver-black hair that seemed to be highlighted, and two frenzied lights suddenly burst out in his eyes.
"Unless you are no longer completely real, but have become a virtual being! That's why you will leave a part of your virtual image in the real world, and your own consciousness will inadvertently travel to the world in the mirror under the stimulation of lightning!"
Boom - the muskets in the sky dissipated in an instant, as if they had never appeared.
"It seems that the special medicine of the little blue-nosed reindeer is indeed very effective. β
Sherlock, who figured out what the problem was, slowly floated down from mid-air, came to the sorcerer's approach, and said with a smile, "Your luck is really good, Sherlock. β
"Judging from this diΗn, we do have a big difference. β
The Sherlock in the mirror was only separated from the sorcerer at the moment when he ate the mirror fruit, so the negative effect of Sanmona naturally could not affect him.
"Why do you know so much about the ability of the Mirror Fruit?"
Sherlock's expression was a little strange, and he suddenly felt that the self in the mirror in front of him seemed to know more about the abilities of the mirror fruit than his own body!
"Why? I guess it's because I'm in a different environment than you. β
Sherlock spread his hands with a smile on his face: "The environment determines the angle from which we look at the problem, and the angle determines the direction of thinking, after all, the environment we are in is exactly the opposite, isn't it?"
"......" Sherlock was silent, he was about to continue saying something.
Clang!!!!!!!
Suddenly there was a thick bell like a heavenly sound in the sky, floating up with the wind and clouds, echoing between the heaven and the earth, the melodious and far-reaching bell was so clear, so ethereal, as if it could shock people's souls.
In fact, the sound of the bell did shock the soul of a man with glasses......
"Forehead......" Sherlock let out a cry of pain, his eyes darkened, and he felt the world spin around, and his mind felt like it was being torn by a sharp blade, and he almost fell to the ground.
"Oh, it seems that a lot of things happened while we were talking, and your stupid captain actually ran to ring the golden bell. β
"I didn't expect this bell to affect you, it seems that you will wake up soon. β
Sherlock sighed as he looked at the sorcerer's slowly vanishing body, a look of regret flashing in his eyes.
"It's a pity, I finally met again, I didn't expect you to go back so soon. β
(But that's okay.) οΌ
(Only if you work hard to develop the ability of the Mirror Fruit, we will meet again soon, and by then...... οΌ
Thinking of this, the smile on [Sherlock's] face was as gentle as ever, but there was no half-smile in his eyes under the lenses, and the cold gaze was like a sharp blade out of the sheath, full of murderous intent. (To be continued.) )
PS: Sherlock, do you know what the difference between a king and a mount is?