"All self-awareness is an illusion, Merka."

"A person is dead from the moment of birth."

"You are too inexperienced."

The same scene played out once again before Merka.

Merka remotely controlled Power Angel, reciting the words that the God of Carnage had once spoken to his past self.

He tried to maintain a heavy and mysterious tone.

The deep and magnetic voice, combined with the oppressive atmosphere and eerie scenes, immediately startled his past self.

Guided by Merka, his past self quickly performed the first backdrop.

Merka was thrust into a surreal space by a mysterious force, but before long, his body returned to reality.

As expected by Merka, he had grown stronger.

Raising his fist and clenching it, he found that his strength had become more formidable.

Moreover, he had gained control over the power of darkness.

Like the majestic darkness of the winding Yellow River, darkness seeped out from the crevices of light and surged over Merka's feet, rushing towards his past self and devouring any obstacles in its path.

Following the arrangement in his memory, Merka once again caught up with his past self.

"My name is the God of Carnage."

"Those who kill their mother and eat their children, harm their relatives, and betray their loved ones."

"Knowing that light falters, chaos thrives, I am like a fish to water, seizing the opportunity to come ashore while the night is still young."

Merka showed no mercy when dealing with himself.

He knew what he feared the most and was familiar with the most difficult-to-mention pains in his memory, so he could easily break down the defenses of his past self with just a few words.

Indeed, under Merka's sustained pressure and deliberately created atmosphere of terror, this pitiful young boy who had never experienced the horror of a smoke-free zone soon couldn't help but use the backdrop once again.

Just like before, a mysterious force pulled Merka into the void.

After a while, when Merka reappeared in the real world once more, his body had been further strengthened.

His mask became solid, and a scepter-like small axe could even be summoned.

Merka watched his past self running in a sorry state towards the botanical garden in the distance, feeling an inexplicable sense of mischievous satisfaction.

With a hand on his chin, a thought crossed his mind.

He suddenly thought, what if he took hold of the backdrop, manually controlled it, and altered the illusion world of his past self to further enhance his current strength?

"Run, run to your heart's content."

"You sly little devil..."

"Once sentenced emotionally, you are a prisoner for life."

"Your fate is shallow, like a mayfly."

"Your... love is like a blade of grass."

"Love stops by the lakeside."

"All of you is emotions, inherited."

Finally, in the botanical garden, Merka caught his past self once again.

Repeating the words he had heard before, Merka painstakingly repeated them to his past self.

With a little trickery, he managed to knock the backdrop off his past self.

Undoubtedly proving to be his own self indeed, although Merka had already dealt quite a heavy blow, his past self still retrieved the backdrop and used it.

After a fierce chase, Merka stopped using the backdrop and desperately fled into the observation room.

The raging wind almost destroyed the entire botanical garden.

This time, Merka's power grew even stronger, and he even gained the powers of backdrop and aside.