Russell was silent.

- He really couldn't be sure.

He even began to wonder...... Could it be that you are the demon?

Because in any case, the Russell in the mirror feels more real than he is. He is able to express the same feelings when playing different roles...... But Russell couldn't do it.

Whoever he plays will be like whomever he plays.

From this point of view, Russell is also one of the roles he plays.

So, what exactly is his nature?

What is he but any other character?

"We're just empty shells. The vessel of the gods of incomparably emptiness, the mirror of all countenances and desires. ”

Russell in the mirror looked at himself outside the mirror and fell into a moment of panic and confusion, and he sighed: "When two mirrors look at each other, what will you see?" ”

"—infinite."

The two Russell replied in unison.

When Russell caught up with the rhythm of the mirror me, a terrifying premonition gradually rose in Russell's heart.

As the conversation between the two of them followed, it was as if he was ...... Understand the "vessel of the gods".

Analyze and synchronize the demon that belongs to you.

"Yes."

Russell in the mirror replied, "So you have to have a 'self' of your own." ”

"Otherwise, there will be no dialogue between us."

Russell continued.

His tone gradually became synchronized and similar to himself in the mirror.

His train of thought gradually caught up with himself in the mirror.

"You finally get it."

Russell in the mirror showed a relieved smile: "The one who wants to be demoted is you...... And not me. ”

He reached out and pressed it to his chest, saluting polite Russell.

"I am naturally a vessel of God. And what are you with the 'vessel of the gods'?

Or ...... Am I the one who should be out there? ”

The vessel of the gods held out its hand to Russell.

But his hand was blocked in the mirror at the last moment.

However, the vessel of the gods did not struggle or attack the mirror.

He just calmly stared at Russell outside the mirror who was lost in thought, waiting for him to make a decision.

“…… I understand. ”

Russell replied slowly: "I really can't inject emotion into the characters and make them really come to life."

"It's not so much that I can't 'just play them,' but ...... I don't know what 'I' is. ”

He said, reaching out to himself in the mirror.

The eyes of the vessel of the gods unconsciously showed a little longing.

Russell's outstretched hand suddenly stopped.

He smiled.

"Behold," Russell laughed, "that's what sets me apart from you.

You are thirsting to live, you are thirsting to exist. You are something more real than me...... That's why you can inject your soul into the 'character'. ”

“…… So? ”

The vessel of the gods was a little uneasy for a moment.

But Russell just smiled calmly: "So ......"

Without hesitation, he reached out and pressed the mirror hard.

When he pressed the mirror, it rippled violently. Ripples like water ripples spread out of his palms.

It's not just this mirror that fluctuates...... All the mirrors were blurred, as if water was spreading from one mirror to the next door.

Russell's hand sank into the mirror, grasping the hand of the vessel of the gods.

"-So, I can already read you."

Russell smiled brightly: "You are indeed not me.

"That way, there's nothing to be afraid of."

The next moment, he grabbed the hand of the vessel of the gods and pulled him out of the mirror!

The mirror that belonged to Russell shattered with a bang!

And the "other me" that Russell dragged out, the moment he left the mirror, finally revealed his true form-

It was a man who looked almost exactly like Russell.

But the only difference is that he does not have a head. The place where the skull was supposed to be was a swirling, nebula-like darkness.

And then, the sacred temple collapsed—

When Russell woke up again, he found himself still asleep on the couch.

But the bad day has disappeared at some point.

"Vessel of the Gods, are you there?"

"If you can, I'd like you to call me 'another me.'"

The exact same voice as Russell sounded from the bottom of his heart: "In this case, I will be more motivated." ”

Russell couldn't help but smile.

- He succeeded.

"You and I both know that you are not me...... But it's not that you can't be called that. ”

Russell said, getting up and walking to the living room.

He stood in front of the mirror and whispered in his heart, "Come out and let me see." ”

"-Okay."

The vessel of God answered.

It was a truly bizarre experience...... It's like a few invisible and transparent tentacles from the bottom of my heart, vaguely grasping something on the shore and dragging myself out of the lake.

Russell can see every move of the outside world with great clarity, and can replace the vessel of the gods at any time.

"I'll show you how," the vessel of the gods said casually, "and how my abilities are used. ”

Under Russell's gaze, the vessel of the gods stretched out its blank hands.

He whispered solemnly and softly to the air in his hands, "Now...... I'm going to play you. ”

As he spoke, he did not take on a mask, but put his hands directly on his face.

By the time he removed his hand, Russell had already turned into Morgan in the real world.

- This is to the extent that Russell is not able to do it today.

There is no doubt that he has succeeded.

But it is slightly different from the Morgan in Russell's cognition - Morgan, who is transformed from the vessel of God, always has a pleasant smile on the corner of his mouth.

The next moment...... Her countenance suddenly blurred for a moment.

As a pitch-black mist spilled out of her, Morgan's body twisted and turned into the form of a blue robin.

"Transform in a transformation?"

Russell asked in his mind, "Why can't I do it?" ”

"Because you see them as a 'character' and the world as a 'play'. If you don't remove your makeup, you can't become another character. ”

The vessel of the gods replied briskly, "This is your restraint on psionic energy, and I can't say anything.

But its power is not like that—the vessel of God can hold all souls, and naturally it has to rule over all selves.

"I became them, not they came to me...... Then of course I can switch between my avatars as I like. ”

As he spoke, he became Alice in the thick black mist, and then Russell again.

In the process, his tone did not change in the slightest.

Then he withdrew. It was as if something had sunk back into the lake, giving its body back to Russell.

"You are too gentle," said the vessel of the gods in Russell's heart, "you don't have to be so cautious all the time.

"Let's give it a try...... Your new power. You should have learned. ”

"For example......

Russell muttered, placing his right hand over his face.

A burst of cyan flames rose and obscured his body.

When he removed his hand, he took on the form of a barber.

Then, with a burst of flames. He changed again.

“…… The mask can be omitted, but it is still not possible to switch avatars. ”

"Tsk," the vessel of the gods was a little dissatisfied, "it must be that you are not skilled enough.

"If I can do it, you can do it."

"Perhaps."

Russell casually comforted his psionic energy: "It doesn't matter if I can't do it, and you." ”

"Definitely. If you need to, free me at any time. I will always respond to your call......"

It's mine...... Oh God.