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The handsome and elegant man silently and skillfully deboned and grilled the fresh fish.
With an expressionless face, he handed a large grilled fish to the strikingly handsome man beside him, who had been waiting eagerly and drooling with anticipation. He then took the slightly smaller one for himself and ate it without a word.
"Yang, I really love the fish you grill! It's so delicious!"
Qi Yang lowered his head while chewing on a piece of fish, and did not respond.
S1, however, didn’t mind at all.
He continued to happily munch on the fish and said, "I’ve never eaten anything this delicious before. It’s really, really good!"
Qi Yang neatly arranged the remaining fish bones to the side before turning to look at S1. "What have you eaten before?" he asked with his tone cold but laced with a faint hint of expectation.
S1 thought for a while before answering, "The things you’ve given me to eat, and... and..." He pondered carefully for a long time and even broke into a sweat before pitifully saying, "Yang, I think I’ve forgotten everything else. They must not have been tasty, so I don’t remember them!"
Qi Yang nodded expressionlessly.
So, even the memories of food hadn’t been fabricated?
In just 31 days, Qi Yang had successfully developed Stab-2. And now, in the same short span of 31 days, he had naturally managed to thoroughly study this virtual personality.
But every time he made a breakthrough in his research, a deeper sense of despair and helplessness would wash over him, as if he were staring at an unsolvable dead end.
This was a problem even more challenging than the Goldbach Conjecture, and he vaguely felt...
Perhaps, in his entire lifetime, he would never be able to uncover the full truth.
Unless... this man willingly woke up.
Yes, in this battle of personalities, Qi Yang had long since realized that the true master was that dangerous and terrifying man.
He had constructed a perfect dream in a way that was unimaginably bizarre, and within this dream, the naive and simple personality before him had been born.
And in this struggle for control of the body, Qi Yang was certain that S1 was the true master.
Whenever he wished, he could appear immediately.
Just as this personality had saved him when the Research Institute collapsed—because S1 wanted to save him, he had appeared. Or like when he had used the Life Essence to save him—S1 wanted him to die, but also wanted him to live, and in that dilemma, this personality had emerged.
But in this seemingly simple yet unsolvable research, there was one thing Qi Yang could not understand—
Why had he created this personality?
Four months later.
External wounds and scars were relatively easy to heal, but the severe internal injuries and the recovery of his Supernatural Spirit had taken S1 a full four months to fully recover.
During these four months, by the first month, S1 was already able to move around normally.
But the island was only so big and surrounded by an endless blue ocean on all sides. Even if he wanted to go elsewhere, it was absolutely impossible. And indeed, he always liked to follow behind Qi Yang.
Qi Yang sat on the tall, solitary boulder, while he stood to the side.
Qi Yang took shelter from the rain under the large leaves of a coconut tree, while he stood to the side.
Qi Yang gazed into the distance at the magnificent sunset, while he stood to the side.
He was like a child who only knew how to follow his mother, simply and naively trailing behind Qi Yang while dressed in a tattered black garment.
His face was handsome, his skin extremely pale, and he should have had a sinister and dangerous appearance, but his overly translucent pupils made him seem much more childlike.
In this repetitive passage of time, one night, Qi Yang finally couldn't help but speak up.
"When will your body fully recover?"
This childlike S1 was the easiest to ask questions to, but also the most difficult.
The simplicity lay in the fact that as long as Qi Yang asked, he would answer anything.
The difficulty was... he didn't know too much—
Despite missing a large chunk of memories, he felt no abnormality.
Despite being severely injured, he found everything to be perfectly normal.
After thinking seriously for a while, S1's long eyelashes slightly drooped and cast a faint shadow on his pale cheeks. After a long pause, he replied, "It's already much better, probably just one or two more months. Yang, what's wrong?"
Hearing this, Qi Yang nodded gently then turned his head before calmly looking out at the vast, endless sea.
The gentle sea breeze brushed over the azure ocean, stirring up ripples and waves.
When the waves crashed against the rocks by the island, they turned into white foam and washed over a large, flat sandy beach.
In the middle of the beach, there were a few small patches of darker color.
Even after months of being washed by the sea, the color of the blood had not completely faded, perhaps because the owner of that blood was no ordinary being.
Qi Yang expressionlessly stared at the dark sand and rocks for a while, then suddenly spoke, "Once you're better, let's leave."
S1 was slightly taken aback, "Leave?"
"Yes, leave this place to return to where we should be."
His handsome, narrow brows furrowed tightly, and an indescribably complex expression appeared on S1's flawless face.
This complexity was completely unlike that of a simple, naive child, but it vanished in an instant.
"I don't want to leave."
Hearing this, Qi Yang turned his head in surprise.
The child suddenly pouted, looking aggrieved and sad with his pitiful eyes fixed on Qi Yang.
Those crystal-clear, pure white pupils resembled the most beautiful cat's eye gemstones, stunning yet causing Qi Yang's heart to wrench painfully.
It felt as if a giant hand had tightly gripped his heart and squeezed out the hot blood, bursting and bleeding, with no chance of recovery.
Qi Yang forced a pale smile and asked, "Why?"
"I just don't want to leave!"
Stubbornness is a trait that every simple person possesses.
He was simple, so he was stubborn, because he wouldn't consider anything else and only thought: I don't like it.
Qi Yang silently looked at this strange yet familiar S1 before him.
What was it like when he first met this Mutated Beast...?
His eyes were filled with an unyielding ferocity, using his actions to demonstrate an indomitable strength that even he felt a shiver of fear, a long-forgotten dread.
And after that?
He exhausted every means to torment this Mutated Beast until it no longer dared to defy him, yet he often found himself wanting to abandon this cruel and inhumane research method.
Qi Yang remembered wanting to reach out and touch the Mutated Beast, which he had tortured to the point where its wounds couldn't even heal. At that time... what was S1's reaction?
It seemed like S1 was even more terrified as he retreated into the corner.
'So, are you hiding again now?'
'Using a method you think is liberating, you've bound me here, enduring hellish pain and suffering, leaving me alone... to live in solitude?'
'If this is revenge, then you've succeeded.'
'S1.'
"Yang, why are we leaving? Do you want something? I can help you take it!"
Qi Yang's long, delicate eyes were as calm as stagnant water.
He just looked at S1, making the latter gulp and quickly add, "Yang, this place is so good. Just you and me, no one will ever take you away from me again! If you think it's too small, we can find a bigger place. If you want, we can even take over a city, whatever you..."
S1's voice abruptly stopped.
His body froze because of those cold, slender hands.
Every pore on his body seemed to open, leaving S1 in a daze because he was unsure of what was happening.
But his beastly intuition told him that the person before him—
Seemed very sad.
This was the sorrow that had been absent for five months.
After that day of completely unrestrained sobbing, Qi Yang had returned to his usual calm and composed demeanor.
Even outside the Research Institute, without the advanced research equipment, he was still Qi Yang, the most cold-blooded and composed man.
But five months later, S1 once again keenly sensed that peculiar feeling.
Qi Yang's skin was smooth, as delicate as his own, as if all his pores had closed, making even the gentle touch of milk pale in comparison. And now, his cold fingers were caressing S1's cheek.
He was using his immobile right hand to gently touch S1's cheek.
His wrist could move, but anything above the wrist was completely immobile and only able to change position with the movement of the touch.
Yet, this very touch made S1's entire body stiffen as he was unable to move.
He had no idea what kind of feeling was spreading from the depths of his heart, making Qi Yang's cold body temperature feel scorching hot when it reached his heart, unbearable yet something he had to endure.
"Do you like me, S1?"
A low, hoarse voice came from Qi Yang's throat, faintly mixed with a hint of laughter, but it couldn't hide the intense sorrow. At least, S1 could feel it.
S1 was slightly taller than Qi Yang, and now, Qi Yang was tilting his head slightly to look up at him.
S1 really didn't understand at all.
He didn't understand why Yang was always smiling, yet tears were streaming from his eyes.
He didn't understand why Yang's complexion was so poor, yet he still maintained a facade of strength.
He didn't understand...
What kind of answer Yang was seeking, perhaps it was something like this—
"Of course, I like Yang the most!"
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