killed.

I looked at the man who said hello myself; his clothing looked to be old-fashioned, but a little too good, and the material seemed liked it is expensive. I wasn't sure what was going on. The reason I felt overwhelmed was that when he said hello, I felt something deeper awaken, and I knew what it was – actually, it was my soul.

I cautiously asked, "What do you mean by 'myself'?"

He said looking at me, his expression amused, that's what I mean you are me. I finally couldn't hold it, and I said hey you fucking bullshit Listen, I don't care who you are don't you fucking try a prank on me. You fucking bastard, actually I knew that he wasn't doing something like that it wasn't a prank on me. It just was far too difficult for me to except that the man in front of me was actually me but I knew my soul was saying that, had already made me understood everything what I needed to, but I still wasn't sure? I knew that he was me, but how I wasn't sure.

He looked at me with disappointment, saying, "I didn't know I would be born so weak. Should I destroy this body and try with a new one to start fresh?" I felt overwhelming fear; my body turn cold, I knew I had to stop him, or he would kill me. In that moment of thought, his eyes turned cool, and I hastily asked, "Can you explain a little? It's hard for me to accept everything just like that."

He pointed his hand towards my head, and suddenly memories flooded into my mind. Now, I understood everything that was going on. Apparently, this man is me, and I am him. I was born so that he could understand and cure his depression.

I looked at him, annoyed. I was born so that he could cure his depression. I said, "Look, we may have been the same person in the past. So what? I'm saying..."

Before I could finish my sentence, he killed me.

Bam...

**Aryan's POV:**

I looked at myself, who seemed to deny his own 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.

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:**

Apparently, 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, it meant he is a god among gods from what I learn from memories ; he can do anything he wants, and that's how I am here.

For the question of who he is, apparently, 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 gods. He cultivated from being a mortal to becoming the strongest person, and now he has nothing to do. Basically, he was depressed and a overpower boss, 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. Before I could ask what he meant, our surroundings changed, and a lion appeared.

He had mentioned earlier that we needed to be prepared for the challenge. I wondered what he meant by that, but before I could ask, our surroundings changed, we were in a plain field with nothing but sky up and a field with nothing on site there was a lion in front of me. I looked at him and asked, "Will I die?" He responded with a smirk, "It can't happen under my watch."

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. But it was different for me. When I had said I was strong, I meant it. As the lion tried to jump on me, I swung my leg downward and delivered a punch to its chin, causing the lion to go flying and breaking its neck.

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 say so myself. He said, "You really are way too weak," with a lamented tone. "We will need to work very hard…"