Inside the house, Lu Ye activated the Eye of the World. The magnetic field within a ten-meter radius trembled. The scan entered its final minute.
A new coordinate locked in— the third Silent Field Point. Magnetic feedback was deep. The structure was stable. But the silence was unnatural.
Lin Lan spoke softly:
"No fluctuations."
He Xuan added:
"But it's… waiting."
Zhao Yang pulled down his hat.
"This time, we don't wait for it to move."
Hu Hao stood, his mental circuit fully recovered.
"I can make contact."
Chen Mo strapped on his gauntlets.
"I can fight."
Lu Ye looked at the coordinate.
"Let's go end it."
The target zone was a long-abandoned underground lab. Magnetic layers stacked like sealed memories. As the squad entered, the air carried a strange familiarity— not decay, not mutation, but… themselves.
Zhao Yang frowned.
"This place feels like an older version of our house."
Lin Lan flipped through her data.
"The magnetic structure is built from our past movements."
He Xuan spoke low:
"It's mimicking us."
Chen Mo led the way. Suddenly, he stopped.
Ahead, a figure slowly emerged— same height, same posture, same movements. It was identical to Chen Mo.
The "Chen Mo" raised its gauntlets. Its motions were precise. Phase One of the Shattered-Time Fist activated.
Hu Hao whispered:
"It's using your rhythm."
Zhao Yang deployed blood mist— but the mirror Chen Mo dodged in advance, predicting the move with uncanny accuracy.
Lin Lan gasped.
"It's not mimicking." "It's… mirroring."
He Xuan activated magnetic interference— but the mirror Chen Mo countered in perfect sync.
Hu Hao attempted mental suppression— only to find the entity's consciousness layer nearly identical to his own.
"It's using my feedback," he said quietly. "It knows how I think."
Lu Ye activated the Eye of the World. But instead of a magnetic map, he saw themselves— each member's behavioral logic, combat rhythm, speech patterns— all stitched into a single emulator collective.
Chen Mo charged forward, engaging his mirror in direct combat. Each punch matched. Each rhythm aligned. Spatial fractures overlapped.
Zhao Yang flanked— but the mirror Zhao Yang had already deployed counter-blood mist.
Lin Lan attempted sensory disruption— only to be locked by the mirror Lin Lan's frequency sync.
Hu Hao gritted his teeth.
"We can't beat them." "Because they are us."
Lu Ye spoke quietly.
"This isn't a fight." "We're being mirrored."
He activated the Eye of the World's deep-mode. Forced a lockdown on the magnetic channel.
He Xuan synced the magnetic severance. Lin Lan cut her sensory circuit. Zhao Yang expanded his blood mist coverage.
Chen Mo landed one final punch— striking his mirror. Space collapsed. The mirror dissolved.
Back at the house, silence lingered.
Hu Hao sat in the corner, voice low.
"They won't disappear."
Zhao Yang nodded.
"They've just retreated… deeper into the field."
Lin Lan opened her notebook.
"Silent Field Point-03. Status: Sealed."
He Xuan added:
"Silent Field mission thread—officially closed."
Chen Mo leaned against the window.
"We weren't mimicked." "We were… recorded."
Lu Ye stared at the coordinate map.
"They know us." "But now… we know them."
Zhao Yang pulled down his hat.
"Next time we meet— we won't back down."