Chapter Seventy-Seven: No, It's Me

Lulunaka crouched down and reached for the fallen object. It's barely humanoid, because it'...... Or should I say she, with the appearance and silhouette of a human being.

She was lying face to the ground, and Lulunaka flipped her over. She had the appearance of a half-girlβ€”because she really had only half of her face left, and even half of her body.

Lulunaka whistled, in a good mood. "I didn't expect to be able to maintain a half-human form...... Although this is even more terrifying. ”

Only half of the girl lying on the ground is normal, and the other side is gears, metal skeletons, and blood vessels. The girl's appearance and metal fused together, turning into a two-sided monster. If you look closely, there are silver lines that bulge under the half-left face, almost piercing the skin and revealing it. It was an alchemical creature that resembled a humanoid rather than a humanoid form, but even the most brilliant alchemist and mage could not have made such a delicate and monstrous existence.

Lulunaka reached out and poked the remaining half of her face, elastic, as if she were still alive. "It's kind of weird not to see your face in the mirror. ”

Julius and Rei would be surprised to see this fallen girl. Because this girl, who seemed to be dead, had a face identical to Lulunaka's, if you just ignored the metal skeleton on that half.

But there was only Lulunaka here, and they couldn't get here.

The girl with only half a face closed her eyes as if she had slept peacefully, and Lulunaka's small movements could not wake her up. Lulunaka continued to mumble to herself, "This model can be stored for a longer period of time, but it's not a good thing to be too strong, and the weight alone is easy to arouse suspicion......" She looked up at the rapidly rotating metal polygon, "but it's really best suited for high-intensity and dangerous work." ”

At least at that time, it was the most suitable model for this kind of work, although from the current point of view, it was just a bulky old model, which had long been eliminated. As for who was eliminated, it was naturally Lulunaka-

The girl with her eyes closed opened her eyes, with normal eyeballs on one side and mechanical pupils glowing with blue light on the other. She looked at Lulunaka, who was poking the rest of her face, "Isn't it fun to entertain yourself?"

It was not strange that Lulunaka did not eat chicken at all when she suddenly spoke to the lying girl, at least not more than she was talking to herself when she was alone. "It's a lonely thing because there's no one to talk to...... Even if it's talking to yourself, it's better to be in a better mood than holding back and not saying anything, right?"

"Still, this kind of self-talking thing. ”

"And it's still the same as the previous self. ”

"A living alter self talks to this kind of thing. ”

"It's scary indeed. ”

"I guess it's going to make you wonder if I've got something wrong with my brain. ”

"But this kind of thing. ”

And so it happened. ”

"Even if someone doesn't believe it. ”

"It's also real. ”

"And then people are this kind of thing. ”

"You will doubt everything in front of you. ”

"Is it true or not? ”

Lulunaka and the girlβ€”or rather, the other her, you and I were talking from two different mouths, but the words that came out belonged to one person entirely.

Lulunaka shrugged and stood up. And the other one stood up. The two stood in front of the polygonal cube and glanced at each other.

"At that time, I used this model as my body because the world was very chaotic at that time, and the demons danced wildly, and anything could pretend to be a god. Lulunaka said, and then the metal half of her body continued, "In the end, I didn't expect to sacrifice myself to stabilize this time bomb." ”

"No more nonsense, hurry up and use your last use, or I'll send you to the garbage dump for scrap." Lulunaka said, only to turn up the corners of her other half of her mouth, revealing a very mocking smile: "So when can you change the problem of talking to yourself, you look like a schizophrenic patient, it's ridiculous." ”

"I have a problem, which means you have a problem, and I don't think you can laugh at me. "It's ridiculous that Lulunaka is unmoved and angry with herself. Talking to herself is already a matter of doubting mental state, and if she is still angry with herself, then she may really have a problem with her brain.

However, from a general point of view, it is only right that such a thing as being able to talk to another self should not have happened in the first place, nor could it have happened. But Lulunaka seems to have done just that, and the conversation is very weird.

"I am you, you are me. Lulunaka said, "One is all, all is one...... For me, chatting with myself is a very lonely thing. ”

"If you think that's boring, don't do that stupid thing anymore. The other ignored Lulunaka and pressed her hands on the metal polygon. The rapidly rotating polygon is not something that can be touched casually, but this metal Lulunaka was born for this kind of thing. Blue sparks erupted from the friction between her hand and the surface of the metal, and the skin of her other hand was finally worn away, revealing the metal skeleton inside. When she stopped the polygon, the whole person became even more tattered, half of the metal body glowed with blue light, and her eyes were flashing.

"It's really uncomfortable. She muttered, and Lulunaka immediately answered, "I'm feeling bad too, but let's get this done." ”

"But my sensory sharing function has long since broken down, and it's just talking. Another Lulunaka said, her fingers sweeping over the surface of the polygon, and something like words appeared on the surface of the metal, constantly flowing on the surface. Her fingers tapped on the words, and the touched words flickered before disappearing.

Lulunaka stepped forward, her hand on it, doing something else she was doing. The unstable polygon, even after it ended turning, the blue core inside was beating violently, and now it finally really quieted down, turning into a silent and quiet existence, but the blue core, like an aging heart, was slowly pulsating.