As Lu Chen stood with his hollow grey eyes, a dark, oily smoke began to seep from the ground around him. Out of the smoke stepped a figure that looked identical to Fang Yuan, but his aura was even more void-like than the abyss itself.
"You think you've reached the ultimate nullification, little ant?" the projection of Fang Yuan spoke, his voice vibrating through the grey static. "You think losing your memories makes you unpredictable?"
Fang Yuan laughed, a sound like grinding stones. "The Tenth Law is not a weapon against me. It is a Mirror. I knew that in your desperation, you would seek it. And now, by becoming 'Nothing', you have become the perfect vessel for my secret technique: The Parasitic Void Soul."
Suddenly, the grey in Lu Chen's eyes began to swirl with purple sparks. Fang Yuan had long ago planted a "Void Seed" within the Tenth Law itself. The moment Lu Chen erased his own identity, he left an empty throne in his soul—and Fang Yuan's consciousness moved in to occupy it.
Lu Chen's hand, which held the Aether-Zero blade, began to turn against his own throat. The sword that was meant to kill the God was now being steered by the God himself.
"You cleared the house for me, Lu Chen," Fang Yuan's voice echoed from Lu Chen's own lips. "Now, the weapon you forged with so much blood... belongs to me. And through your body, I will harvest the Alliance before the timer even hits zero."
Yue Xiao watched in horror as her "Chen" began to transform into a puppet for the enemy. The blank slate wasn't a weapon—it was an open door.