Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 621 - Tonight the stars are shining brightly

Chapter 621: Tonight the stars are shining brightly Chapter 621: Tonight the stars are shining brightly “Carlos? That idiot resembles me, Envelope? Impossible!”

“Those kind of guys who appear loyal on the surface but are rotten to the core — there’s not a single thing about him that’s like me.”

“Master, Envelope truly understands these kinds of people.”

“His fawning isn’t sincere, it’s just his umbrella.”

“He even steals his lines from Envelope, just think about it, how despicable and shameless a person must be, someone with absolutely no bottom line… This kind of person…”

Suddenly…

Envelope was stunned.

...

It began to doubt life, even though it wasn’t human.

But this Carlos…

Isn’t that talking about itself?

It quickly backtracked to Du Wei: “Master, what Envelope just said was all prejudice, a scumbag like Carlos should shine under your command!”

“You see, there’s a saying that’s right, the left arm and right arm; Envelope is the left arm.”

“But now there’s Carlos.”

“Isn’t he the right arm?”

“Congratulations, Master, on gaining another general under your command…”

Du Wei shook his head at it: “You don’t understand what I mean. I’m saying that Carlos might have a deep connection with you, you have the same predicament. Haven’t you ever thought that he might be your predecessor?”

“What? How could that be? Even if Envelope is useless, Envelope is still Envelope. Why would I think he’s my predecessor?”

Envelope was very puzzled.

Yet Du Wei was taken aback.

He licked his lips, speaking in a complex tone, “Continue talking.”

Envelope replied: “Master, you have said more than once that being non-human does not mean being non-me. Envelope thinks there’s a lot of sense in this, so Envelope will always follow you, and be forever loyal to you, even though Envelope is inherently not human.”

“Envelope doesn’t consider any past or predecessors. You are the meaning of Envelope’s existence. Envelope just needs to follow you. If you tell Envelope to die, then Envelope will die, if you tell Envelope to live, then Envelope will live.”

At this very moment.

Even Du Wei, known for his cold-blooded nature, couldn’t help but feel a shift in his attitude towards Envelope’s stance.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but it was a bitter one: “You’re kissing up pretty hard.”

“Envelope never kisses up to Master, every word comes from the heart.”

Du Wei took a deep breath, bowed his head, and spoke in a chilling tone: “Carlos will have no connection with you, from now on, no matter how many Evil Spirits or Demon Spirits I have following me, your and Shadow’s status will not change.”

“This is my promise to you.”

“But I cannot promise you a beautiful future.”

“You will be bound to me for eternity.”

“If I fall into hell, then you two will undoubtedly be by my side.”

Envelope was moved.

“Without Master’s future, there is no future for Envelope. As for Shadow, Envelope thinks you don’t need to be so nice to it. It’s an idiot and won’t appreciate it.”

“You might as well find an opportunity to get rid of it.”

Du Wei shook his head slightly, hands in his pockets, and walked towards the bottommost part of the prison.

Torches lining the walls of the passage burned.

But they cast a very long shadow of him.

Du Wei walked ahead alone, with Envelope floating on either side of him.

While the path ahead was pitch dark, there were specks of sparks Twinkling.

…

No one knew.

When Du Wei heard from Envelope the words he himself had once said, how great the impact was on him.

Being non-human does not mean being non-me.

The current Du Wei, perhaps, was already beyond human.

But conversely, he was also gradually losing himself.

The so-called timeline, the so-called cycle, his past self, those messy things, were making him gradually lose himself.

Who is who.

And who am I?

In philosophical terms, this is a topic of eternal debate.

“My name is Du Wei.”

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“I have seen, I have known, I have touched upon many forms of my existence.”

“Existing in different timelines, as different identities of me.”

“Anyone could be me, yet I am only Du Wei.”

In the darkness, Du Wei’s voice shattered the silence.

He walked down the long corridor.

The temperature around him dropped lower and lower.

He saw a deep trench beneath the prison, and he saw lights flickering.

A trench about twenty meters deep.

On one side sat a door, locked tight with chains.

On the other side was emptiness.

Du Wei stood high above.

His pitch-black eyes looked indifferently at everything before him.

He said, “I used to believe in cycles, because that was the conclusion I reached through analysis, but now I no longer acknowledge it, be it Solomon’s Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods or any other mess of things.”

“I can feel that from the moment I appeared in this world, destiny had its arrangements everywhere.”

“Everything could be reasoned out.”

“That is the theory of fate.”

“The cycles I refuse to acknowledge, why should they have any reason to exist?”

“What significance does the era I am in now have?”

“No one gave me an answer, so I gave one to myself.”

As he spoke.

Du Wei reached out and pointed to the door wrapped in chains: “My adversaries, you are unknown to me, I do not know how many tricks you have up your sleeve, nor how many trump cards.”

“But it’s the same with me.”

“When night falls, when the so-called plan begins.”

“The connection between the two doors will be opened, and I will die here, wagering my life against you all.”

“Aren’t you trying to use me to transmit power to the past?”

“What if I die here?”

The more Du Wei spoke, the clearer his thoughts became.

He hadn’t gone mad.

Rather, he was pushed to the limit.

Rationality and madness are like two sides of a mirror.

Just like Du Wei and the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

He took a deep breath and said, “The Evil Spirit me has already jumped to another timeline, I no longer have any connection with it, this is your chance.”

“Kill me, and it will cease to exist.”

“That laughable cycle will be broken.”

“Come on, let’s lay all our cards on the table, I am just a mortal, a man of flesh and blood, while you are conceptual entities.”

“The scales of victory will only tip towards you.”

Finished speaking, Du Wei just sat on the edge of the trench, lighting a cigarette for himself, drawing on it while waiting for night to fall.

He couldn’t be bothered to see Puton anymore.

Now, he only wanted to outwit those existences of his, whether they were past versions of himself or the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods of Solomon.

When night falls, and the two doors are opened.

Those who should be summoned and those who shouldn’t—whomever comes, dies.

It may seem out of character for the cautious Du Wei.

But that’s assuming he has an ace up his sleeve.

This game, it was set up long ago.

Since the first time he entered the Hell’s Gate, Du Wei had a vague idea, but he never dwelled on it, didn’t even act on it.

Without thought, without question, thus it remained unseen.

Of course, the Envelope and a previous conversation he’d had once hinted at his trump card.

…

In Five Keys Town, the night sky was like a curtain.

Tonight, the stars shone brilliantly…