After Xiangzi died, I inherited her harem.

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Looking up, the figures in the scene were covered with threads that controlled their bodies, just like dolls controlled by threads.

It was a puppet controlled by someone, only able to move within a predetermined script and stage.

Ruoye Mu's breathing became even more rapid.

His once somewhat dim golden eyes seemed to be filled with some kind of emotion.

As Wakaba Mutsu pieced together her understanding of Toyokawa Yuu, in Metis's eyes, her other self became more and more like that person.

Whether it was the expression on his face or the look in his golden eyes.

She had a premonition that if Wakaba Mutsumi continued like this, something bad might happen, but she couldn't stop what Wakaba Mutsumi was doing at that moment.

After all, even if she was unwilling, what could she do?

She was merely an assistant; Ruo Yemu never consulted her on any of the decisions he made, nor did he allow her to refuse.

Clutching the guitar that didn't belong to him, Metis's face was a little pale, but Wakaba Mutsu, immersed in the simulation and role-playing, didn't notice this.

Finally, it's time for thinking.

The scene returns to the attic, where she recalls the profound meaning hidden in the eyes of Yuu Toyokawa when she handed her the candy.

That was... a desire to obtain what she desired from her.

Although it was impossible to fully understand the meaning in Toyokawa Yuu's eyes at that time, it would be enough for Ruoye Mu to have seen it with her own eyes.

Relying on her acting skills and imagination, Wakaba Mutsu felt that she had completely entered the state called "Toyokawa Yuu".

Her thoughts drifted through those eyes in her memory, trying to uncover the profound depths hidden behind them.

So, what exactly is Mr. Youyu thinking?

Suddenly, she felt a sense of inexplicable fear, as if something was constantly encroaching on her existence, instantly waking her from the state of playing "Toyokawa Yuu".

"Xiao Mu...run...!!!"

Startled awake, Wakaba Mutsu suddenly felt herself covered by an indescribable blackness, as if her very existence was being swallowed up by this blackness.

She saw the terror that Metis could no longer conceal in his eyes.

Realizing that her existence was being invaded by something, Wakaba Mutsu subconsciously wanted to remove this unspeakable darkness from her body.

After feeling a tearing pain, it was as if it had been ripped off her body.

With the help of her other self, Wakaba Mutsu was pulled out of that dark shadow and saw that dark shadow gradually transform into a tangible entity, allowing her to gradually see the appearance of that thing.

A shadowy figure, a shadowy figure that looks exactly like Wakaba Mutsu.

It has no facial features, only an outline, and even the boundaries between clothing and body are indistinguishable.

Yet, it instilled in Wakaba Mutsu a sense of dread, as if his very existence was about to be swallowed up.

That was true "death".

That was an enemy to her.

Metis had this thought as soon as she saw that incarnation, and without much thought, she instinctively wanted to grab Wakaba Mutsu's hand and run away.

However, she no longer had that opportunity.

The pitch-black "Wakaba Mutsu" rushed towards Metis at a speed that even Wakaba Mutsu himself couldn't react to.

The green-haired girl's petite body was uncontrollably pushed away, crashing through the fragile wooden railing.

Clutching the guitar that Wakaba Mutsu cherished so much, Metis fell into the darkness.

"Ah......"

A sound, whether mocking or gleeful, came from the direction of the dark figure.

Ruoye Mu looked at the spot where Metis had been pushed down; everything had happened so suddenly that she didn't even understand what had happened.

However, when she shifted her gaze slightly to the side, a long-lost feeling called fear crept into the girl's otherwise indifferent heart.

The pitch-black color gradually faded, and as Metis fell, the dark shadow began to reveal color little by little.

Finally, a woman named [Wakaba Mutsumi] who looked exactly like her stood there, her golden eyes revealing the same gentleness and comfort she had shown when she was comforting herself in the lounge.

And, even after Wakaba Mutsu perfectly imitated it once, he still couldn't understand the coldness in her eyes.

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Falling, falling into endless darkness.

Mortis instinctively clutched the guitar tightly to her chest with both hands, the fear of death (Mortis) filling her mind.

Am I going to die, just like those long-vanished Wakaba Mutsu?

Her golden eyes reflected the castle ceiling, and the wood chips from the shattered railings dotted her vision as she briefly met the gaze of "Wakaba Mutsumi," the man who had pushed her down.

Those golden eyes, seemingly the standard feature of all [Wakaba Mutsu], radiated the same gentleness as that man, as well as emotions hidden deep within that Metis could hardly comprehend.

Why... do you look at me like that, trying to kill me?

Why... Xiao Mu was just imitating that man, and yet she produced something like this?

What exactly is Toyokawa Yuu thinking?

And why... does it have to be me who dies?

Confusion mixed with fear, Metis couldn't understand why the newly born [Wakaba Mutsu] would target him.

If such a gentle gaze conceals only malice, then why must the target be oneself?

Clearly, Xiao Mu, who is closer to her, is an easier target to take advantage of.

But why did it come straight at me?

The confusion and fear intertwined, giving rise to an unspeakable sense of grievance.

I was supposed to be Xiao Mu's assistant, and I tried so hard to be obedient, so why did I have to disappear?

I want to live too. I want to see the world like Xiao Mu...

"No, no... absolutely not, I don't want to die—"

"Metis!"

If Ye Mu’s somewhat nervous voice came from the rooftop, even though it still sounded calm, it was a rare sign of emotional excitement in Metis’s memory.

A candlelight descended from the balcony, dispelling the endless darkness beneath Metis and revealing the castle's wooden floor.

The pain of his body hitting the ground came over him, and Metis fell straight to the ground, the guitar in his arms sliding to the side.

"I am..."

Frowning, Metis picked up the guitar from the ground and realized that he hadn't fallen into a bottomless abyss, but had only tumbled off the balcony.

She didn't want to die, and Ruo Ye Mu didn't want her to die either. So, in this space of consciousness, she wouldn't have died from simply falling off a building.

but......

Metis clutched the guitar tightly, gripping the neck so hard that his knuckles turned white, and a fear, completely different from when he saw the dark figure before, appeared in his golden eyes.

After the darkness was dispelled by the light cast by Wakaba Mutsu, some things that were originally hidden in the darkness were revealed.

Countless chairs were neatly arranged below the terrace, and countless [Wakaba Mutsu] watched her silently with their golden eyes wide open.

Their golden gazes were lifeless, their eyelids never blinking, like puppets with broken strings.

These are the personalities that were discarded after the body of [Wakaba Mutsumi] established itself as the dominant consciousness.

In other words, it wouldn't be wrong to say they're dead.

Being stared at so many abandoned versions of "himself" made Metis feel his legs tremble.

But before she could muster the courage to stand up, she heard the sound of a wooden plank breaking above her head, and another green-haired, golden-eyed figure fell from the rooftop.

On the wooden platform, Ruoye Mu looked at the increasingly broken floorboards, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes.

She didn't have the power to push someone down like the newly formed "Wakaba Mutsumi," but instead chose to manipulate her own consciousness space to destroy the other person's foothold.

The huge gap almost split the once-complete building in two, and no matter how hard Ruoye Mu tried, she couldn't repair it.

Moreover, now is not the time to worry about this.

"Metis, come up here quickly."

Another candlelight fell, illuminating the staircase leading from the lower level to the balcony.

"Bring your guitar."

Instinctively gripping the guitar in his arms, Metis swallowed hard in fear.

He glanced at the abandoned personalities that had ceased functioning and were now staring at him with inorganic eyes, and then at the newborn "Wakaba Mutsumi" who was slowly getting up from the ground, behaving incomprehensibly.

Without a moment's hesitation, following the light illuminating the staircase, Metis grabbed his guitar and took off running.

Almost at the same moment, she heard footsteps that were almost in sync behind her.

"Xiao Mu, help me!"

I ran up the stairs almost as if my life depended on it, and the scenery around me suddenly changed the moment I stepped off the last step.

The light that had been cast into the lower levels under Wakaba Mutsu’s manipulation was instantly extinguished, and countless abandoned “Wakaba Mutsu” along with the footsteps following Metis were swallowed up in the endless darkness.

With the help of Ruoye Mu, Metis managed to kneel down, his legs barely buckling. He looked at the darkness so close to him with lingering fear.

"Xiao Mu, that guy... he should have disappeared like everyone else, right?"

Clutching the guitar tightly to his chest, Metis was still shaken.

Although he had been swallowed up by darkness like the other abandoned personalities, Metis always had a feeling that the guy who was just now hadn't actually disappeared.

In the darkness beneath his feet, it felt as if a pair of eyes were staring intently at him.

"I do not know."

Unlike the emotionally expressive Metis, the aloof Wakaba Mutsu appeared much calmer.

Golden eyes stared unblinkingly at a certain spot in the darkness. As the main personality controlling this body, Ruoye Mu knew better than Metis what was in the darkness.

Even as darkness engulfed the "Wakaba Mutsumi" who was created by imitating Toyokawa Yuu, she did not give up struggling. She was climbing the endless loop step by step, never able to reach the top of the tower.

After a moment's thought, Ruoye Mu took out another mint.

Previously, Yuu Toyokawa gave her two candies to comfort her when she was too nervous before going on stage.

One of them was eaten when we were simulating Toyokawa Yuu, this is the last one.

After hesitating for a moment, Ruoye Mu threw the last candy into the darkness. After a long while, she slowly breathed a sigh of relief, looking much more relaxed.

She's disappeared... temporarily.

"Xiao Mu, what exactly is that thing?"

Metis's voice was no longer as lively as before, but filled with obvious lingering fear and dread.

Because Wakaba Mutsumi imitated Toyokawa Yuu's behavior, a monster was born that she herself could not control.

Although things seem to have calmed down now, who knows what will happen in the future.

Since Metis cannot control his body as the dominant personality, the only place he can move is this space of consciousness.

The thought that when he looked at the outside world through the television in the future, there might be a haunting gaze staring intently at him from behind, sent chills down Metis's spine.

"You must have a way to deal with her, right, Xiao Mu?"

Looking hopefully at Wakaba Mutsu, who was supporting him, Metis's eyes were so pitiful that he was almost crying.

She couldn't control her body outside in the first place, and now even her only place of refuge has been invaded by someone she can't afford to offend. How is she supposed to live like this from now on?

“I can’t do it… I can’t understand Mr. Youyu’s gaze.”

With her head slightly lowered, Ruo Yemu's golden eyes revealed an unyielding confusion.

She had assumed that beneath Toyokawa Yuu's gentle and encouraging gaze lay greed and desire.

After all, judging from their past interactions, the man always seemed to want something from her.

Ave Mujica's project proposals also reveal a strong sense of profit-seeking and radicalism.

However, if he were truly greedy, the gaze hidden beneath his gentle exterior should have been fervent and intense.

Then why does "Wakaba Mutsumi," who was created by imitating Toyokawa Yuu, have such cold eyes?

Marrying someone like that... won't Xiang... really break down?