The person was chanting a curse, but their hands were wielding the black magic.

Why did it lose its style?

Why?

What exactly is the effect of this technique?

For the first time, Fu Hei's mind crashed in the face of such a massive amount of information.

Those fragmented pieces of information collided and rearranged in his mind like hundreds of puzzle pieces, but he could never piece together a complete picture.

The silky smooth touch still lingered on my fingertips, a stark contrast to the rough feel of the elephant in my memory.

That's weird, let me double-check.

Fu Hei's fingers involuntarily reached out to the corpse again.

No, no, what if I get my corpse desecrated by the Japanese again during the trial?

Fukuro abruptly withdrew his hand, took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, stared at the fake corpse, and pieced together all the memories since arriving in Okinawa, sorting them out once again.

Every detail was replayed in his mind.

Whether it's the technique itself or its effects.

The frequency of the spell's energy fluctuations, as well as the operational mechanism of the spell, are exactly the same as those of a real deer.

So precise, it's as if they were cast from the same mold.

On the contrary, it's about gender...

No, it's not just about gender; we can't generalize about the fact that the deer has lost its class.

If all changes are attributed to differences, then this imposter deer is not like a clone, but rather—

Isomeric.

The word flashed through Fu Hei's mind like lightning.

They have the same appearance, the same spells, and the same spell power fluctuations, yet they differ in their most fundamental attributes.

What does this mean?

This means that Lu Suo's ability is not to create clones, but to acquire them from elsewhere!

When the concept of isomeric compounds is mentioned, fragmented pieces of information are instantly linked together to form a complete logical chain.

If Luso can obtain isomeric forms from other places, then where are these other places?

There is only one answer—

"Yes……"

Fukuhiro was somewhat taken aback by the answer derived from reasoning.

parallel world.

Only parallel universes can explain this contradiction, which is completely identical yet drastically different.

In another world, the little deer was born female, possessing the same magic, the same appearance, and the same fighting style, but her gender was completely different from that of the little deer in this world.

This is something cloning cannot do.

Cloning can only replicate existing things; it cannot create different versions.

Startled by the violent impact, Fukuro turned around in fear, only to be confronted by the imposter Fukuro and Ryosaku who emerged from the shadows once more.

Unable to close his mouth due to panic, he finally managed to squeeze out his final reasoning about Lu Suo.

"Is it a parallel world?!"

Fu Hei forced himself to calm down, adding more persuasiveness to his voice.

He stared directly at Lu Suo, trying to find answers from the other's reaction and to read more information from that eerie smile.

Unexpectedly, Lu Suo grinned from ear to ear, responding to Fu Hei with an incredibly morbid smile:

"Correct answer!!!"

All the information.

Connect here.

The difference that Xiaolu exhibits is precisely because she comes from another timeline.

She is a true deer girl from another timeline. In that world, the deer is not from Nanliang, but a genuine female.

After all, in the infinitely divergent parallel worlds, there are deer girls, deer Nanliang, and even futa deer.

Polycystic deer may also exist!

All the conjectures were finally formed at this moment.

However, an even more terrifying fantasy took over Fushiguro's demonic mind.

"If the existence of parallel worlds could expand infinitely..."

So.

Cognitive impairment will no longer be a hypothesis!

Xia Youjie, who suffers from cognitive impairment, directly manipulates people as if they were cursed spirits.

The Bone is a creature that can use incantations to command others to defecate.

And then there's Gao Yu, the devilish joke who directly caused the deaths of everyone.

more than this.

What? 1000 netizens manually manipulated five lines.

There are absolutely no limits to how much money can be given out!

If one were to search, one could also rely on parallel worlds.

Did they find the second one to manipulate the black?

Fukuro instantly recalled all the similar stories he had encountered in his previous life.

Invincible war... Evil deeds are easy to commit...

Endless speculation completely overwhelmed all of Fu Hei's thoughts.

The more thoughts I have, the more terrifying and powerless I feel.

If so.

How will Fukuro win this battle?

What has been his advantage that he has always relied on for survival?

It's intelligence, foresight, and mastery of the plot.

He thought he was standing on the high ground of information, able to overlook the whole situation and make strategic plans.

But if the opponent can cross parallel worlds, then the plot he has access to is just one of countless possibilities.

Lu Suo may have obtained information about him from other timelines, understood his tactics, and predicted his predictions.

And now, the imposter standing on the opposite side of Fushimizu is... or rather, another parallel Fushimizu.

How different are the memories, techniques, and combat experience stored in his mind from those of the hand-controlled Fukuro?

"You really are the most unique Fukuro I've ever met."

The sound of the clattering rope interrupted Fu Hei's thoughts.

The voice was one of heartfelt praise, like a collector appraising a rare treasure.

"I've traversed countless timelines, and none of them have been as strong as you, nor as skilled in tactics."

Lu Suo was driving the parallel Fu Hei beside him. Its eyes looked noticeably less clear than the real Fu Hei, and it didn't seem very smart.

"Hopefully, it's some kind of disgraceful, dark story from a war criminal's timeline."

Fuhei prayed silently in his heart.

I pray that the parallel Fukuro is useless, and that I am capable enough to deal with him.

Unexpectedly, Hei Pingxing immediately adopted the stance that Hei Pingxing least wanted to see.

That was the starting gesture for summoning, the palm print most familiar to the Ten Kage, the posture that Fukuro would wake up in his dreams.

Interlocking fingers and clenching them into a fist!

Do you know how many parallel world lines there are in your world?

Lu Suo spoke again, mocking:

"I searched countless worlds, and basically only found your form as a level two mage."

Lu Suo pointed to the parallel black figure beside him, his expression clearly turning cunning, as if he had been preparing for this moment for a long time:

"Finding a Fushiguro with fighting prowess is like drawing cards!"

"This Fu Hei, it took me countless hours to find him."

"The only one."

Lu Suo raised a finger, and the chanting of Ping Ping Fu Hei began:

"The only one who successfully subdued the Demon Void."

"Burube, Yura Yura."

Demon Void.

That shikigami that Fukuro has yet to subdue is one that even Gojo Satoru has found troublesome.

At this moment, I am descending onto this battlefield through another version of myself from another timeline.

The bullet that awakened the Ten Shadows many years ago has now struck Fukuro squarely between the eyebrows.