Before that fateful event occurred. He was just an ordinary college student, a little quirky, but nothing special either. In those days I spent my afternoons and mornings reading novels. I did everything to get rid of that feeling of loneliness that was taking over me.

I started in the art of baking, I joined a gym, I enjoyed learning how to prepare oriental dishes and I immersed myself in the world of video games; However, the hours I spent reading web novels took up more of my time than the sum of those 4 activities.

The memories that have emerged in my mind have made me think of a specific one. It was one of the first I read; At that time it was the first time I read a cultural novel, I still remember that it was called: 'Chronicles of the Son Chosen by Heaven'.

During that time, all the clichés seemed new and innovative to me. The protagonist's transformation from trash to genius made my blood boil with excitement. The slaps to third-rate characters such as young teachers and unlucky thieves were very recurring. Every time I saw them I could already guess what was going to happen, even so, it made me laugh. The way they described the villains made you hate him no matter what he was. There were also divine opportunities; a walk to the local market and you will find a divine weapon; That luck made me envy the protagonist. That arrogance that everything the MC does is justice was instilled in my head.

But everything became clearer as time went by; The arrogance of being able to fight everyone and challenge them seemed silly to me. Although he was described as a fair character, there was always an aphrodisiac scene, where it always ended with the same ending: the MC endured a lot, but in the end he could not resist the poison; or the cultivator restricts him and uses him as a meat sack. No matter the option, it will always end the same; This supposedly righteous action, which I carry out to save damsels in distress, seemed to me increasingly perverse and questionable. And I have not yet talked about his immaturity, in which he considers every act he carries out to be justice, where his words are the law.

This proud attitude that previously seemed admirable and commendable to me turned into stupidity and daydreams of grandeur on the part of an immature teenager. I even began to feel sorry and remorse for some villains; one of them was the final bosses. For the poor bosses, the protagonist challenges them based on petty complaints and rumors from their enemies; He gets those closest to him to betray him in the name of justice, as if the man he barely knows were the vilest demon in the world, and they believe they are performing an act of kindness by murdering him.

I felt injustice for the villain, raising questions I hadn't thought about before: How did he become the strongest on the continent? Are the rumors of his evil deeds true? Did you feel sorry or sad when you saw your closest confidants raise their swords towards you? Would his conscience be filled with remorse, considering himself a demon? Would you be relieved to die?

Now I can know the answer, since the body I am in right now belongs to the final boss of the novel 'Chronicles of the Heavenly Chosen Son' Mo Hei Xin. I think I showed him more empathy because of the similarity in our names. I'm not sure who I am now; Memory and experiences are what mark one's personality. Therefore, the memories that I had never had are making me change my mind and personality.

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"Am I Mo Hei Xin, or am I Hei Xin?"

I wish this flood of memories would stop if it were possible, but I felt helpless. These memories are changing me with every passing second, and I can no longer say what will become of me when I finish processing everything. Will I still be my Earth self? What will I become?

I just sighed at the situation, letting whatever had to happen happen. After half an hour of migraines, I was finally able to think with some clarity. I suddenly felt a sadness and guilt deep in my heart that did not belong to me. I understood the reason for this reaction, it was Mo Hei Xin's body reacting to my memories, or our memory.

From his memories I could understand that he was not someone who did not share his burden with his loved ones. He kept it all to himself, so as not to worry them. He had a very hard childhood, he was sold as a slave by his parents to a mine of elemental metals. Since then, he did not trust anyone, he went through hellish difficulties with an admirable determination to rise to power from a simple mine slave. Once he was in power, he did not want to rule the lands, instead he toured the continent to find a place where he could rest the rest of his days.

During that trip, he adopted personal disciples. Something he never considered; but he changed his mind when he saw himself in those poor children. In the end he ended up with 5 disciples.

He didn't have good parents, so he could only act as a teacher for them. He went so far as to exterminate entire sects for having harmed the girls he considered his daughters. He fought with many masters for crop resources for them, caring for them the way he himself would have wanted to be treated during his youth. Having reached such extremes, the so-called righteous cultivators began to call him 'the blood demon Mo', making him the continent's number one public enemy. They even began to criticize him and blame him for crimes he had not even committed.

But he was happy to see his daughters growing up with everything he had sacrificed to give them. It's unfortunate, but this obsessive and extreme personality came from having had a very tough childhood. Having lived so many years, he was able to experience many affairs and betrayals, which is why he stopped looking for something that did not belong to him (Affection).

Despite the experiences, he opened her heart to the disciples who she considered to be her own blood, being a pillar of support for them. Seeing how they grew day by day, he felt proud of being a good father.

Until one day, the girls who always smiled at him. Sole showed him a look of contempt and anger that they tried to hide. Being a stronger cultivator, it is impossible for those glances to escape his eyes. He felt his heart break when he saw her for the first time. He used his subordinates to search for the cause of it, and came up with a result. It all started when they mixed up with a second-rate cultivator named Ye Xiu. Knowing the cause, he issued a death sentence to the boy. But he finally revoked due to the insistence of the five girls.

And here I am, in Mo Hei Xin's body; two days after canceling the decree. I can no longer say that it is his body, now it is 'ours'. Even though I didn't want to, my body felt a deep sadness knowing what the future awaited it. Killed by the daughters he had carefully raised.

'Where is Mo Hei Xin's soul?'

'Is it hidden in my subconscious?'

'Has it been destroyed?'

It's hard to believe that the strongest cultivator was pressed by my soul, ending up only as part of my memories. I let out a sigh at the strange situation I found myself in.

"What do I do now?"