章 125: Emperor Of Destruction [3]

I don't know what happened but my consciousness slowly faded away as I started to experience my life as The Emperor of Destruction, my other self from the world of Martial Art.

It was a life of a boy whose emotion was always despaired, and that was all I could get from the memory.

No matter if it was because the memory of my other self (The Emperor of Destruction ) himself has little memory except destruction, anger, and despair, or because my skill wasn't working properly, all I could feel were negative emotions.

He has already lost his mind, I concluded after seeing a vague memory of him eradicating a town full of humans.

But he was also me, so I question myself,

( How can I be so cruel? )

He was technically not the same me but at the same time, he was also me. Was I capable of such destruction? Such cruelty?

I felt I was the one who did so when I experienced it but when I actually gained back my consciousness, I could not help but question whether it was truly me.