My obsession with role-playing seems to have distorted the world's aesthetic.

Unfortunately, the signal sent out cannot contact this location, so even if someone wanted to rescue us, they couldn't because there are no coordinates. To be honest, I don't even know if there are any coordinates here; it feels a bit risky.

Just as the doctor finished speaking, a grayish-white power swept through the dark room, and a crack appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Yes, there are unknown coordinates here."

A gentle voice rang out at that moment, and Amiya's eyes lit up the instant the voice was heard.

This voice... there's no doubt it's me; the owner of this voice is none other than myself.

Amiya?

The moment the doctor on the screen heard the voice, he also called out that name. At that moment, the spatial rift opened, and the two figures were kicked directly into the Heavenly Principle Dark Room.

At the same time, Theresis immediately reverted to her Ice Queen form.

"Doctor, how dare you!"

"This was a wrong choice."

The woman and man, clearly seriously injured, were seen trying to get up, while Amiya appeared at the other end of the space tunnel.

"It's been a long time, Doctor, Princess Theresa."

Sorry to have kept you waiting, I'm here now.

Looking at the Doctor in the dark room, Amiya, wielding two black swords with blood-red patterns, said this.

The next moment, Theresis's eyes lit up. Amiya was reliable after all; she had actually found a way to rescue her.

"As expected of my most trusted subordinate, Amiya! Very good, very good, very good! You did a great job, you did a great job!"

Misunderstanding that Amiya had come to rescue her, Theresis created a barrier to block the others as she walked towards the exit, while Amiya began to channel power into the twin swords in her hands, which were a mixture of Originium and Honkai energy.

Chapter 823: Amiya: I want to say something heart-wrenching to Theresis.

"There's always a way out! Hahahaha, I, Theresa, am the Empress, and that will never waver!"

At this moment, Theresis's lips curled up, while Amiya watched Theresis maintain her calm smile.

Therese looked at the Doctor, trying to see this man, who might have been her nemesis in the past, off before she left.

However, the next moment, the red-patterned black sword pierced through Theresis's heart from behind. Looking down at the blood-stained sword tip, Theresis stared back in disbelief.

"My power... is draining away? My loyal guardian spirit Amiya, I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation."

Theresis's tone held a hint of murderous intent as he looked at Amiya, but it was too late for him to kill her now.

"You're wrong, Theresis. I've known all along that you're not Theresia. That battle has never really ended."

What makes you think you're like Kal'tsit, someone who can manipulate everything? You're also indulging in a false imperial dream, Theresis.

Actually... I, Amiya, am the Emperor, and that has never wavered!

Amiya smiled and said some heart-wrenching words to Theresis, who still couldn't believe it.

In reality, looking at Amiya and Kal'tsit on the screen, she was somewhat stunned: "Amiya in the future... she really has grown up."

In Kal'tsit's eyes, Amiya's choice to choose two sacrifices and then betray them was a choice to abandon pity after witnessing one dark event after another in the future.

Although Amiya is better suited to be the leader of a faction, Kal'tsit does not actually intend for Amiya to go too deep into the darkness.

"I, I don't believe that Dr. Kal'tsit is someone who can use everything. Dr. Kal'tsit is just one person after all, and human power is limited. Only when everyone on Rhodes Island unites can they use everything!"

Wait a minute, "use everything"... that sounds like something a villain in a story would say.

Amiya then refuted her own words on the screen, but halfway through her rebuttal, she suddenly realized that something was amiss.

"Make use of everything..." It feels like this phrase is more suited to Theresis to say than to herself.

While Amiya wondered if she had picked up the wrong script, the guests from the Winter Solstice were completely bewildered.

Guardian spirits? Amiya? Who are these people?

The executives were completely bewildered, having no idea who Amiya was, and all looked at the Ice God with puzzled expressions.

Don't ask me, I, Theresis, don't know either.

After some thought, the Ice Goddess, who believed herself to be the amnesiac Therese, felt a little bitter. She also wanted to know who Amiya was.

But if the executives didn't know either, then it must be a specialist under their command responsible for certain highly secretive operations.

It's likely not just Amiya, but the entire organization called Babel is like this.

But to actually betray me, Theresis, and call herself emperor? It seems Amiya has quite the ambition.

If it's a clown, he might have some recollection of the secret organization Babel that I commanded in the past. I could try asking him about it when I get back.

Because of the good reputation recorded by fate, the Ice Goddess, who had been completely fooled, thought to herself that at this moment, she took the opportunity to give herself a new name, Theresis.

"Lady Amiya, the hearse prepared for Her Majesty Theresa is ready."

Just then, a voice rang out, and the young master who heard it was slightly taken aback.

At this moment, two figures slowly walked towards Amiya from her vicinity.

"Thank you for your help, Dr. Kal'tsit, Lord Tartaglia."

As Amiya finished speaking, Kal'tsit and Prince Charming appeared on the screen.

"Two, two Dadalia?"

The soldier stared blankly at the screen for a moment, then revealed an expression as if he had guessed the truth:

"I didn't expect that guy was already dissatisfied with copying Catherine and planned to copy an even stronger one."

"Making a clone of Tartaglia? Does that guy even understand what he's doing?"

The skirmisher's tone carried a hint of anger; in his eyes, this was no longer just about D'Artagnan alone.

If they dare to clone Tartaglia today, wouldn't they also dare to clone their own skirmishers?

The skirmisher thought to himself, while Dadalia himself stood there, looking at the two versions of himself on the screen, somewhat bewildered.

"You... Ah, so that's how it is, so this was part of your plan!"

The young master who was thrown in on the screen seemed to understand something, and at this moment, D'Artagnan revealed the truth: "In reality, you are just a humanoid Horcrux created by splitting my soul."

While you were making your foolish, money-grabbing spree in Liyue, I had already gained power in the Abyss comparable to a half-step ruling-level Demon God.

Now, having used my body for so long, it's time for you to pay the price. For the evil spirit who protects us, the Winter Goddess, it is your honor to sacrifice your life, Lady Amiya… no, it should be said that it is your honor to give up your life for our new Winter Goddess, Lady Amiya.”

Tartaglia spread his hands and said this, and the young master in the real world was dumbfounded upon hearing this: "Me, I'm a Horcrux? Wait, what's a Horcrux?"

"So that's where the trick I got from the last transaction comes in!"

Just then, after the young master said something, D'Artagnan's pupils began to dilate.

The next moment, the young master's expression turned somewhat angry: "My foolish Horcrux, what are you doing, trying to take me down with you?"

"No, I'm just swapping bodies with you. The new soul is right in front of me, how can I stop?"

Horcrux? Ha, from this day forward you are my Horcrux.

The young master's voice was incredibly crisp at this moment, and the young master in the real world whose eyes lit up upon hearing this news.

Ah, they are all the souls of Tartaglia, so there is no distinction between primary and secondary.

Since that's the case, then let me, the Executor of the Fools, devise a plan to eliminate Tartaglia.

But before that, I need to figure out how to get the support of the executives around me.

With this in mind, the young master began to conceive his lines. At the same time, the scene on the screen changed to a battle between Tartaglia and the young master for who could escape their current bodies first and reach Tartaglia's body.

Unfortunately, neither of them managed to break free. The scene on the screen shifted to a mental space, and the two fighters ultimately perished together.

"You made the wrong choice. How could a mere Horcrux take me down with it? Where did you get your methods from?"

D'Artagnan looked at the young master not far away and asked in a disheveled tone.

Chapter 824: Doctor: Kal'tsit, the years have worn down your edges.

Faced with D'Artagnan's question, the young master had no intention of answering but instead muttered to himself, "That guy won't be able to get here, will he?"

"That guy? Ha, is this why you obtained this power and foolishly used it to take me down with you?"

As Tartaglia's consciousness gradually faded and dissipated, he revealed a cold smile, while the young master in the real world suddenly brightened up.

The person you're talking about on the screen must be someone you can trust, since the person you can pin your hopes for survival on is someone you'll trust implicitly in the future.

The two people in the mental space gradually closed their eyes, and at that moment, the red ball suddenly flew in from the edge of the space.

"It looks like something unexpected is about to happen."

The young master focused his attention on the image on the screen, and then a voice rang out as the red ball enveloped the two versions of himself on the screen:

“Dartaria, you don’t need to open your eyes. I am the executor of Mondstadt’s grand conspiracy, the ultimate life form Abedo. I have brought two lives…”

?

At this moment, somewhere in the theater, Zoffy, who was clearly not human at first glance, felt that he had seen this plot somewhere before.

On the other side, where Zhi Dong was sitting, the young master subconsciously sat up straight.

Abeldo! The key lies in this Abeldo who travels from the future to the past!

As the young master's pupils contracted slightly, D'Artagnan on the screen spoke at that moment:

"You are my remnant soul. Speaking of reinforcements? Save me! The power of the soul weapon is limited. As the original body, I can bring you greater benefits! You have two lives. Saving one more is a piece of cake for me."

Looking at his own survival instincts on the screen, the young master's face darkened as he said, "I admit I'm not Tartaglia now. How could I be such a coward? This is completely illogical."

"This is a very reasonable thing."

Just then, the lady's voice suddenly rang out, and the young man, upon hearing this, asked with a puzzled expression, "Reasonable?"

"That's right, if I'm not mistaken, Horcruxes are a technology for splitting the soul, and splitting the soul makes a person incomplete."

You can understand it as your soul splitting into two, and each of those two souls possesses half of the original you's emotions. You didn't inherit fear, cowardice, or similar traits; those traits were probably inherited by the other soul.

This is another reason why you on the screen are so afraid of death, and because you have no fear of the fighting spirit you inherited, you will constantly try to fight against the strong, which is why you are a battle maniac.

The young man nodded thoughtfully at the woman's explanation: "I see. But compared to regaining feelings of cowardice, I think I'm better off as I am now."

The lady looked at the young man and nodded in agreement, saying, "That's right, I think so too."