Chapter 218 (1/2)

Rather, things have turned out quite well, and I will make it happen for you. Except, this time, I will do things my own way. Eleonora, you crazy… I begged you not to do such a thing. You brought all of this onto yourself.

“Oh, he was so torn up about her death.” Noah sighed, flipping over the pages.

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When the unity of the soul and the body is torn away by an external shock.

“What, what? Unity of the soul and body. Where have I heard this before?” Noah scanned further down the page.

At the same time, so as to prevent the extinction of the soul as it’s ripped from the body, it is placed in an object where the replica process is entered, or, in other words, ‘hacked’.

But it doesn’t look like there is a way to perfectly duplicate the soul without damaging it. No matter how much almighty power is borrowed, it is impossible to create something out of nothing. The ‘record’ is possible, but the ‘duplicate’ isn’t. Damage done to the soul is too large.

A defect. Noah recalled the defects in the gambling ring on the first floor; those who had never been seen as normal. They’d become guinea pigs of the Replica Project, so their souls were forever damaged.

She flicked through more pages, the records spanned over a few days. And then a few months.

If  there is no point in trying to duplicate everything, change the way you think. It’s not about making one more, it’s about making two…

How would it turn out if one were divided into two?

Noah felt shivers run down her spine as goosebumps spread across her body. The record showed when Adrian’s thoughts had reached a turning point. If it’s impossible to create another one that’s already there, divide it into two. But dividing it like that would no doubt make the two halves incomplete. Was such a thing even possible?

The text that filled the next page was a bit smudged:

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Divided without damage. It’s looking more and more impossible to choose the parts I only want.

Failure.

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Failure.

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