My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Upon hearing the God of Slaughter's reply, Lin Mo froze on the spot.

The black sword was still in his hand, and the dark golden arcs of light remaining on its blade flickered faintly in the void.

He stared at the face in front of him that was exactly like his own, and remained silent for a long time before finally managing to squeeze out a few words.

"The God of Slaughter... is he my clone?"

The God of Slaughter nodded.

"I am your avatar left in this time period. After you merged with the Law of Slaughter, I went to a more distant past. At that point in time, I became the God of Slaughter."

He paused, his black pupils, identical to Lin Mo's, quietly gazing at him.

"In other words, from beginning to end, you are the God of Slaughter, not someone else, not some native god who has been hiding for thousands of years, but yourself, the person you have been looking for all along is yourself."

Lin Mo frowned.

Even he needed time to process this answer.

Because he understands himself, and he understands his alter ego even better.

His clones are formed from his will and laws, and will carry out his ideas and execute his commands.

If the clone is a god of slaughter, then he should be even more bloodthirsty than the original body.

But the clone in front of him was trying to tell him through the illusion that killing was not the only way, and trying to persuade him to kill less or even not kill at all.

This doesn't fit his personality, nor does it conform to the underlying logic of his clones.

"But since you are me, why would you think that 'killing is not the only way'?"

Lin Mo looked at the clone, his tone devoid of anger, only pure confusion.

The God of Slaughter once again revealed that bitter smile.

There was a complex emotion in that bitter smile, like a recollection or a sigh.

His voice was soft, and every word clearly reached Lin Mo's ears.

"Perhaps it's because of Reggie; his final insights into killing influenced me."

Lei Jie.

Lin Mo frowned.

He knew the name: the first Demon King.

The wronged son of the raging god mentioned by the old man of time.

But he had absolutely no connection with this person. He had never met Lei Jie, never spoken to him, and didn't even know what he looked like.

How could Lei Jie's insights affect his clone?

He was of course unaware that on the other side, Yin Xue, along with his clone, had served as Lei Jie's master for over a decade.

I don't know which boy stood on the bank of the sacred river and drew a huge circle on the map with the tip of his knife.

Little did they know that Lei Jie's words had caused the clone standing behind the trees to linger for a long time.

Of course, Lin Mo didn't intend to understand any of this.

The concept of cause and effect is a tangled mess, and he no longer wants to waste time trying to unravel it.

His voice returned to its usual coldness and calmness. He drew the black sword from the God of Slaughter's body and twirled it in his hand, his tone so indifferent that it seemed he didn't care about the Law of Slaughter itself at all.

"And then what happened? I failed your test?"

The God of Slaughter shook his head.

"No, you are my true form. The Law of Slaughter has always been yours. I have only been holding it for you temporarily for too long. I just want this thought to leave a trace in your memory."

He paused for a moment, then strode towards Lin Mo.

Each step he took was treading on nothingness, each step making his figure even more transparent.

Lin Mo watched as the face that looked exactly like his own drew closer and closer, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke.

"I don't know if killing is the only way. But I do know that killing Gao Yang is what I want to do most right now."

The God of Slaughter nodded.

His expression was no longer a bitter smile, but a calm relief after completing his mission.

The two figures slowly overlapped in the void.

The black energy and the dark golden arc of killing law light exploded into a silent storm of laws the moment they merged, illuminating the entire void space as if it were daytime.

Those fragments of laws that had been protected by the God of Slaughter for thousands of years poured out from the clone, flowing into Lin Mo's body like migratory birds returning to their nests.

This is the true understanding.

After all the reflection and questioning, I still choose to hold the black sword tightly.

The Law of Slaughter has now been returned to its rightful owner.

……

Inside the casino, a place of indulgence.

Yin Xue was sitting at a gambling table, with a small mountain of chips of various colors piled up in front of her, a card in her hand, and her signature arrogant smile on her lips.

The opposing gods had already turned pale with defeat.

"Haha, if this keeps up, I'll become the God of Gamblers first!"

Yin Xue said with a smile, and suddenly she seemed to sense something.

The complete fusion of the killing law within Lin Mo's body was transmitted directly into the depths of her perception through soul binding.

She immediately froze, threw the cards in her hand onto the table, stood up, and ran towards the door.

The dealer was a tall, thin young god, dressed in a casino-style black vest. When he saw Yin Xue suddenly get up and leave, he quickly pointed to the small mountain of chips on the table and shouted.

"Miss, your bet! You haven't cashed in these chips yet!"

"No, you can keep it for yourself."

Yin Xue waved his hand without turning his head, and his figure had already floated out of the casino gate.

The dealer looked down at the mountain of chips made of high-purity crystal, shimmering under the casino lights, and his lips twitched visibly several times.

He had been a croupier at this casino for eight hundred years, and he had seen big spenders who could throw away a fortune, as well as gamblers who had lost everything and refused to leave the door.

But this was the first time in his life he had ever encountered someone casually handing over an entire mountain of chips to a stranger.

……

On the street outside the casino, Yin Xue had just stepped out the door when he saw a black and white elemental torrent rush out from the dessert shop across the street.

The moment Mianmian appeared, she transformed into a rapidly spinning elemental storm. White ice, blue fire, silver lightning, and cyan wind intertwined to form a meteor with a long trail of flame, which shot off in one direction.

Yin Xue paused for a moment, then laughed, spread his wings and left two dark red afterimages behind him, following Mianmian as they flew in the same direction.

"You're fast, little guy!"

……

This scene was sensed by most people in the Land of Indulgence.

Including the trial taking place in the tavern.

She put down the glass of water in her hand and turned her head sharply to look in the direction where Yin Xue and Mianmian had left, instantly realizing that Lin Mo's enlightenment had reached a critical moment.

She immediately got up, grabbed the ear of the God of War who was snoring and lying face down on the table, and lifted him up with a forceful pull.

And so the judgment, carrying the God of War by the ear, headed towards Lin Mo's location.