Chapter 1 Dissociative Identity Disorder

"The combined beards of all the women in the world are not as long as those of one man."

"Everyone has their own area of ​​expertise."

"We live in a modern society, why force people to learn how to fight?" Fang Nian hugged the air, looking down with a loving expression.

Seeing Fang Nian holding the child in mid-air, Ren Qiushui, dressed in a red robe, began to doubt her own understanding and life.

Looking up and around, she saw grottoes, carved wooden doors at the entrances, and various man-made magical artifacts.

She sighed, "Modern society? This place is a demonic sect that devours people without spitting out the bones."

"You can't distinguish between reality and fantasy again."

"You ask what the point of fighting is? Your salary as an elite disciple of the Demonic Sect... has been reduced by 30%, which is practically nothing."

"You've been removed from the elite ranks... you've been optimized."

Fang Nian raised an eyebrow: "Can't fight, and they still want to cut wages? This place is really crazy."

"But I'm not crazy."

"I still have to raise my daughter, how could I go crazy before that?"

Ren Qiushui knew that she had wasted her breath again.

Looking at Fang Nian, a tear rolled down her cheek: "Seven years ago, you were the number one prodigy in the entire Demonic Sect."

"Everyone else is still a child, but you have already given birth to your first inner demon and possessed your first demonic star."

As she spoke, four eerie stars of shifting colors lit up above her head: "Seven years have passed. Those who once looked up to you are now three-star or even four-star demons, while you have become a laughingstock of the demonic sect..."

"Congratulations!" Fang Nian interrupted with a smile, then looked down at her daughter in her arms: "Dududu, giggle~"

Seven years ago, Fang Nian had just transmigrated to this godforsaken place called the Demonic Sect.

They were to be used as materials to make magical artifacts.

In a moment of crisis, Fang Nian, at the age of thirteen, cultivated his first inner demon after only glancing at the demonic tome.

The entire demon's lair was shaken!

If you can cultivate your inner demons at the age of thirteen, how can you not unify the world at the age of thirty?

But in reality, Fang Nian knew that it wasn't a demon in her heart.

That was a secondary personality born from the self-protective mechanism of the brain, which was terrified and under extreme tension due to the crisis.

In a conscious state, he clearly understood that his daughter did not exist; she was merely a secondary personality of his.

However, the problem is that the alternate personality is a baby girl.

Babies need care, so the primary personality is always hugging the secondary personality.

This means that two personalities coexist in the brain.

In other words... when Fang Nian sees or hears something, the reaction may not be from her adult main personality.

It could be the infant's alternate personality reacting or thinking.

At this moment, Fang Nian, as a whole, could no longer distinguish between this cultivation world and his previous life.

When she can't distinguish between reality and memory, Fang Nian will treat this world as the modern world and the infant girl with the split personality as her real daughter from her past life.

It is logically consistent.

Closed-loop thinking!

"bass!"

After the clang of metal, the sword trembled at Fang Nian's neck.

Ren Qiushui snapped, "She's not your daughter! She's the inner demon born from your cultivation of the Heavenly Demon Heart Refining Technique!"

"Only by refining her consciousness and demonic energy to create your own demonic vessel can you become a demonic cultivator."

"Only then can a second inner demon be refined, allowing one to continue cultivating demonic power."

Upon hearing the word "refinement," Fang Nian raised her head.

She couldn't help but sigh, "Qiu Shui, you've really gone mad."

"You keep talking about cultivation, you don't actually believe in shoe glue, do you?"

"I'll get you an appointment at the Fourth Hospital, go get checked out."

In Fang Nian's view, she really does have a daughter in the real world.

Therefore, some people say that his daughter is a demon in her heart, and that they refine the demon into a demonic entity.

He's crazy.

This town called Demon Gate is terrifying; everyone there is insane.

Ren Qiushui was someone I lived with for seven years.

That means Fang Nian can still tolerate it.

If it were someone else, Fang Nian would have already drawn his sword.

Seven years ago, he suffered a split personality during a crisis, after which Fang Nian became mentally unstable and no one could get close to him.

Only Ren Qiushui can do it.

Therefore, an elder of the Demonic Sect appointed Ren Qiushui to serve Fang Nian, this prodigy of the Demonic Sect.

Ren Qiushui, who was bullied and often threatened with her life, was able to catch her breath only after staying by Fang Nian's side.

Under Fang Nian's protection, Ren Qiushui seized the opportunity to change her fate and cultivated frantically.

Seven years have passed, and Ren Qiushui stands out among the younger generation, achieving the status of a four-star demon!

Fang Nian was still the same one-star demon "prodigy" who had just cultivated his inner demon.

For the first three years, Fang Nian protected Ren Qiushui; for the next three years, Ren Qiushui protected Fang Nian.

Hearing Fang Nian say that she had gone mad, Ren Qiushui realized that she really had gone mad: "I really have gone mad. It's been seven years, and I still want to wake you up... this is the last time."

"You don't have a daughter!"

Hearing Ren Qiushui's firm tone, Fang Nian's heart wavered.

He began to recall.

The same smiling face I remember, the room filled with the smell of diapers, and that incredibly smelly poop.

Looking up, Fang Nian's eyes were firm: "I have."

Ren Qiushui was even more certain: "You didn't."

Fearing that Ren Qiushui would harm her daughter, Fang Nian sighed and advised, "Don't shout like a madwoman, you'll scare my baby."

"I'll still get you an appointment at the Fourth Hospital, it won't cost much... Where's my phone?"

Once again called crazy, Ren Qiushui tried to reason with him: "Fang Nian, you were only thirteen years old seven years ago, how could you have a daughter?!"

"Seven years have passed, your daughter should be seven years old by now, why are you still holding her in your arms? She hasn't grown up at all?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Nian's soul seemed to have been struck a heavy blow.

He casually pulled out his "Baby Growth Diary" and looked at the crooked words on it.

Turn it over, keep turning it over.

For seven years, my height and weight have been recorded the same every day; I haven't grown at all!

Is she really not my daughter?

In that instant of thought, the alternate personality was immediately locked into the labyrinth of the brain by the vigilant brain.

Fang Nian went from having schizophrenia to having a semi-schizophrenic state.

How could a thirteen-year-old have a daughter?

Fang Nian, now clear-headed, looked down at her hands; the baby in her arms had long since disappeared.

My understanding of the world is no longer biased, my thinking is no longer confused, and my intelligence has regained its dominance.

But can someone who has been mentally unstable for seven years recover in such a short time?

--cannot.

Half-mad, Fang Nian's thought process began.

Do I have a daughter? Yes.

[Can I have a daughter when I'm thirteen?] [Are you stupid? You believe her? You had your daughter before you time-traveled!] [Seven years and your daughter hasn't grown up? Is time the same after time travel as in your previous life? It's normal for your daughter not to grow up.]

The logical chain of thought came together.

The alternate personality was released again.

The cognition of the secondary personality once again overrides the cognitive judgment of the primary personality.

[What time travel? That's nonsense! This remote town called the Demonic Sect is pretty normal, except for a lot of crazy people!]

There are so many crazy people; I have to protect my daughter.

Hold your daughter tight!

When cognitive judgment is chaotic, one immediately ignores the logical flaws in the answer to the question just considered.

A perfect closed loop.

Fang Nian hugged her daughter even tighter: "I have one."

Seeing Fang Nian's reaction, she continued to persuade him, as this was the last time she would do so: "Refine her, and you will be able to embark on the path to immortality."

"If you refine her, you can... marry me."

Upon hearing that he was going to get married, Fang Nian's eyes instantly cleared.

Girl, do you think I'm stupid?

I'm just mentally ill, not stupid.

I already fell for this once before I time-traveled, are you going to try again?

"I don't think it's necessary."

Ren Qiushui was not angry because of the refusal.

In order to survive, she had long since learned to trick the proud Fang Nian into marrying her.

She was already used to being rejected.

Seven years have passed, and Ren Qiushui has surpassed his peers, exuding extraordinary confidence.

She tossed aside her sword, freeing her hands to gently stroke Fang Nian's handsome face: "Refine her, and we'll live forever together..."

"I'm sorry, Qiu Shui," Fang Nian said, "I don't want to find my daughter a wicked stepmother who wants to corrupt her."

At this moment, Ren Qiushui thought about what she was going to do next and laughed at herself in anger.

At the last minute, do you still want to go along with him?

After making a self-deprecating remark, Ren Qiushui said, "Move the baby away."

Fang Nian raised her hand above her head: "What's wrong?"

In utter despair, Ren Qiushui gripped the blade a third of the way up with her delicate hand, raised it over her shoulder, and plunged it fiercely into Fang Nian's chest.

Tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes, and her fingers gripped the sword tightly, pressing it down.

Even when his fingers were cut open, he didn't react at all.

He let large drops of blood drip onto the tip of the sword.

The sword tip pierced Fang Nian's chest.

The blood flowed down the sword and into Fang Nian's body.

Ren Qiushui trembled with rage: "Do you know that if you don't succeed in your cultivation soon, we'll be from two different worlds, and I'll have to find another cultivation partner!"

The world changes.

In seven years, everything has changed.

We are not children anymore.

This is the Demonic Sect, we must survive!

If you don't wake up, are we going to die together in this cave?

Time flows on, everything changes, but Fang Nian's hysteria remains unchanged.

Fang Nian, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, looked at Ren Qiushui without saying a word.

With tears streaming down her face, Ren Qiushui gripped the sword and pressed it down on Fang Nian's chest. The sword went deeper, wounding Fang Nian more deeply, and she gripped it even tighter.

The harder you try, the more you hurt yourself.

The deeper the wound, the less it hurts.

Ren Qiushui said calmly, "You're a madman, you have two personalities, and you're a daughter..."

"Since you say that your daughter's alternate personality emerged during the crisis and saved you, then after I leave, with wolves lurking around, let's see if you develop a second inner demon."

"Look at you, so hasty again." Fang Nian smiled faintly, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. "This is outrageous! You stabbed me with a sword and then called me crazy..."