Mo Fei stood frozen on the spot, feeling puzzled for a few seconds. He even doubted if he was dreaming, but quickly he realized this was not a dream, this was reality. The thing he feared most had still happened, Morphis was real, and had begun to manifest in reality.
"Morphis?" he asked tentatively.
"Who else could it be, you foolish mortal?" The brimming scorn in the voice irritated Mo Fei.
Mo Fei's reaction was swift, immediately recalling some things—the violent emotions in his heart, the desire to kill, were exactly the same as when he played story missions in the game.
"So it was always you muttering in my ear all this time, you drove me to do those things? It was all your doing!"
"Hmm, don't say it like that, I merely gave you a little nudge. After all, those were things you wanted to do. How does it feel, having the lives of others in your hands? Isn't it exhilarating, addictive even?"
"And by the way, you should have thrust it further."
