The Martial Unity

Chapter 2011 Deluded Inheritor

The very foundation of who Rui was had been shaken to its very roots.

The words of the Divine Doctor were more painful than anything he had ever experienced in his entire life.

Pure horror erupted from within the depths of Rui's heart at the revelation.

RUMBLE!!!

Heaven and earth shook as the world mourned alongside him.

A single quivering whisper escaped him.

"I'm not John Falken…?" The light of terror lit up in his eyes as his body shivered, entering a state of shock.

The very root of his identity had been ripped out.

Ripped out with apathetic cruelty.

"Correct," the Divine Doctor grinned with amusement. "The soul transference ritual is a method created by the Beggar Sage, the Psycher, and, of course, the Divine Doctor. We each play an equally important role in the ritual. I handle all of the creation and production of the vessel with the goal of reducing the probability of incompatibility between psychology and physiology. I adjust all anatomical, physiological, and biochemical parameters to be close to that of the original's body. My skills are so supreme that the impossible becomes not only possible but plausible."

Rui stared at him with raw horror, frozen in shock.

"The Psycher handles the optimizing mental states for the vessels. Using his extraordinary understanding of mind, he puts both the donor and inheritor vessels into truly extraordinarily deep trances, certainly vastly deeper than this dungeon or Martial Artists do, without which extracting every memory is absolutely impossible." The Divine Doctor's tone was clinical. "The Beggar Sage is the greatest genius of information, knowledge, and epistemology. He handles the transference of information. You cannot even begin to fathom how extraordinarily difficult it is to transfer the actual information of memories. The soul transference ritual is an impossible miracle that can only occur when the three of us pool in our extraordinary prowess together. And yet…"

He stared at Rui with fascination. "…here lies an inheritor we never created."

He turned away from Rui as his eyes wandered about with curiosity. "It certainly isn't possible for this to have naturally occurred. If it was done by a conscious agent, then they either independently arrived at the soul transference ritual or…"

His eyes grew more intense. "…or stole it from us. Yet, just knowing the means and mechanics isn't enough; without our skills, the ritual would be impossible. Or so I thought…"

to Rui

is impossible…" Rui whispered. "This cannot be. I am John Falken! There

The Divine Doctor laughed.

He laughed heartily.

heartily at the symphony

Rui glared at him with

RUMBLE

bloodlust emerged from within the depths

distorted with hellish

world is distorted under the

"I will kill you."

I am not the Divine Doctor. I am simply a quasi-clone who is subconsciously convinced he is the Divine Doctor to prevent the inevitable subconscious psychological distress that emerges with identity discrepancy. Even if you kill me, my death will only activate the many other quasi-clones kept in

bloodlust disappeared as horror lit up within the

Spread across Panama and beyond in the Great Island Belt. How do you think I survived death from Martial Sages? They can use their nation-wiping

even more powerful than immortality. This is eternity. The Divine Doctor's legacy is infinitely more meaningful than his life. Death is as meaningless as it is inevitable. All materia must

tapped his head. "Information is not shackled by causality. That is why you may kill me if you wish; it does not take away anything from

"Who's going

at him with

with horror, rage, and a maelstrom of

stirred within

kill the

could not

He simply could not.

would undermine everything he had worked hard

years of a voyage through the

could not do

he needed to heal his father. Perhaps after

thought of that simply brought him

It was a tantrum.