"What do you mean the decision isn't mine? If it's not mine, is it yours then?" For some reason, when Wu Suowei said this, a sense of unease, like that of a City God fearing punishment, suddenly struck the Silhouette Monster.
He didn't know the source of this feeling, but it was deeply etched into his heart, making him feel a chill from the soles of his feet.
He could barely suppress the urge to roar and vent his emotions, a whirlwind of complex feelings churning within him.
The sense of losing everything was overwhelmingly intense, leaving him speechless.
Staring intently into Wu Suowei's eyes, the Silhouette Monster suddenly chuckled, believing he had found the correct answer.
He laughed maniacally, raising a finger to point at Wu Suowei, who stood opposite him, having stepped away from the chessboard and the confined space. He roared in a frenzy.
"It's also my good fortune that, before you told me anything about the cards in your hand, I had already snatched someone from you. How about it? Feeling a bit envious?" His tone dripped with arrogance and triumph.
Yet, he was oblivious to how his display only made Wu Suowei feel that his opponent's capabilities were sinking to new lows.
"You are truly foolish and beyond saving," Wu Suowei said, shaking his head with a hint of helplessness.
His expression turned cold in an instant.
As cold as an iceberg in the South Pole, it froze the Silhouette Monster. Then, he heard Wu Suowei utter a cryptic statement.
"I said, the decision isn't yours."
"Who the Magician is, is not yet decided," Wu Suowei smiled slightly, a hint of sharpness in his eyes.
A sense of panic suddenly gripped the Silhouette Monster.
"What do you mean?"
He questioned, but Wu Suowei showed no intention of answering.
"Exactly what you think I mean," Wu Suowei replied ambiguously.
His gaze was profound, revealing a gleam of intelligence, making the Silhouette Monster feel as if he were exposed to scorching sunlight from the shadows, leaving him nowhere to hide.
Then, he heard words that filled him with dread.
"Do you really think that by distorting his memories, fabricating scenes within them, and then instructing him to merge the Magician's origin into the body of the man beside Duan Chen, you can change everything?"
"You are wrong."
"The Magician is the Magician because Duan Chen willed him to be."
Wu Suowei's pointed remark intensified the Silhouette Monster's unease. He desperately questioned himself, *How is this possible?*
*Did Wu Suowei discover something?*
*No one should have found out.*
*I hid it so well.* To mask his internal anxieties, he deliberately adopted a confrontational and contemptuous demeanor, shaking his head dismissively.
"Do you still believe, even now, that Duan Chen is the center of the entire world?"
"Don't forget, there are several worldlines. You've killed him before."
The Silhouette Monster's deliberate reminder did not cause Wu Suowei's heart to waver. Instead, it further solidified the answer to a question he had been probing for days.
"That's right, there are several worldlines. I succeeded in killing him at the very beginning of another." Wu Suowei smiled.
He felt no guilt about having killed Duan Chen at the start in other worldlines.
"But if you killed one him, are there truly no others?" His gaze was distant.
This statement startled the Silhouette Monster, who clutched his chest. Of course, from the outside, he was merely a shadowy mass, making it impossible to distinguish chest from posterior.
"What exactly are you trying to say?" The panic in his heart intensified.
Wu Suowei had no intention of revealing his thoughts.
At this moment, his inherent personality traits, unique to Wu Suowei, resurfaced.
A hint of divine mischief peeked through his cold and eccentric demeanor.
He smiled slightly, a wicked curve to his lips.
"You know best in your heart what I'm trying to say."
"I can fail countless times, but I only need to succeed once, and you will never have a chance. That one time is now."
"See you next time, old friend."
Wu Suowei slowly stood up and dusted off his pants.
All his words, filled with various veiled meanings, drove the Silhouette Monster, confined to his spot and unable to leave, to even greater frenzy.
"Damn it, stop! What exactly do you know?"
He was consumed by panic.
The more Wu Suowei acted this way, the more certain he became that the other truly knew something.
But how was that possible?
In the very end.
Wu Suowei glanced back calmly. From his angle, he clearly saw the Silhouette Monster's jawline.
That jawline was all too familiar.
"Just a few hidden matters."
Wu Suowei smiled and left without further delay.
He had lingered here long enough. It was time to go out and see what that brat Duan Chen was up to.
But he left, and the Silhouette Monster, stranded, became increasingly neurotic.
He gnawed at his own hands, tearing off chunks of dark energy and stuffing them into his mouth.
His expression was one of madness.
"Impossible! This guy couldn't possibly know what kind of scheme I set up back then, what I did. Everything I've left behind will be exposed in this worldline."
"Once this worldline ends, I will possess a complete 1000 worldlines."
"Everything will become an unchangeable fait accompli."
Gradually comforting himself, the Silhouette Monster's heart began to calm down.
That's right.
Everything he had arranged, all the contingency plans he had left behind, could absolutely not be discovered. Even if they were discovered, no one could stop him.
The Magician is the Magician. The real Magician was in his grasp. His talent was indeed remarkable, and he would never allow Wu Suowei to take advantage and poach the Magician from him.
If one card was missing from a deck, could the game still be played?
The Silhouette Monster held this belief firmly in his heart.