killed?

Aryan's POV:

I looked at myself, who seemed to deny his existence and appeared weak-minded. My soul had already given him the understanding he needed, but he still refused to accept. He was too weak-minded for the cultivation world; it was better to kill him and start with a new body.

I set things in motion once again. I tried repeatedly, and each time, I found myself standing in front of a different version of me. This time, it was a timid boy who refused to comprehend what I was saying. I killed him once more and initiated the motion again. Another iteration brought a man before me, seemingly brave and understanding, yet with a hint of deceit. I killed him again. I repeated this process multiple times, with different versions of myself standing in front of me. Despite encountering various individuals, none seemed perfect for the task. I began to consider that perhaps my initial self was the best candidate, being the one who could truly understand and endure the challenges. The people who came after him were not even half of the first ones.

I reversed the time flow, making his chaos go back in time. Once again, I stood in front of my first self, but this time, I let him finish the sentence. It was annoying to explain everything, so I raised my hand, put memories back into his mind, and explained.

Rahul's POV:

This man had killed me, but he was unable to find another version of himself that he felt was good enough. Once again, he gave me the memory needed to understand the situation. I was able to answer three major questions: Why? How? Who?

For the question of why, it was simple – he wanted to cure his depression.

For the question of how he is a god among gods from what I learned from memories; he can do anything he wants, and that's how I am here.

For the question of who he is, he is the strongest person in all the realms. I don't even know what to say about this entire situation because this man is, in fact, the God among the gods. He cultivated from being a mortal to becoming the strongest person, and now he has nothing to do. He was depressed and overpowering, that's why he wanted to embark on this endeavor. Am I the only one who thinks this is utterly absurd?

I asked him, "What do you want me to do?" He said he wanted me to have fun in the lower realm, with him residing under my soul to restrict his power, and with the help of connecting our souls, he too will be able to feel emotions.

From denial to acceptance, I skipped the other four stages of denial; I already understood just how impossible it is to change anything. He would not let me go if I didn't comply.

Before I could organize all my thoughts, our surroundings, which were filled with darkness, turned into a vast open field with nothing but grass and sky above. Before I could ask what was happening, a lion appeared.

He had mentioned earlier that I needed to be prepared for the challenge. I wondered what he meant by that, but now I understand very well what he had meant by that.

Not many people would have been able to stay calm in front of a lion, even if they knew they wouldn't die; they would still fear the lion, it was the law of the food chain. But it was different for me. When I said I was strong, I meant it. For some reason, what people fear never made me fear it. As the lion tried to jump on me, I swung my leg backward and delivered a punch to its chin, causing the lion to go flying and breaking its neck.

I looked at him and smirked...

I looked at my other self, who seemed to be disappointed even after I had just used one move, which was pretty impressive if I said so myself. He said, You are way too weak," with a lamented tone. We will need to work very hard…