952 Complicated Stuff

As soon as he fell to the ground, Theo's consciousness traveled to another place. This time, it wasn't an illusion.

"Mhm?" Theo gradually opened his eyes and found himself standing in the middle of an empty white room. "Where is this?"

A deep, gentle voice resounded across the room, saying, "I think it's time to talk about it."

Theo was familiar with this voice as he turned around, finding another Theo standing behind him. Even though the body was Theo's, his voice was similar to that of the God of Mischief.

"Am I still alive?" Theo asked the most important question right off the bat.

The God of Mischief smiled and pointed at himself. "This is your body, your main body."

"I have seen the skill's description. Are you telling me that I'm a clone this whole time? Does that mean I'm not real? Is that why you asked that question?"