[Silver Ash] - Become The Strongest In Another World
CHAPTER 280: The Impersonator in the Mirror (1)

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All blackened, nothing, but Cryll could still sense all the objects around him.

Soon, everything was back to normal. The scenes have disappeared completely.

Cryll, who could not understand anything from the situation could only fall silent.

To him, the scene he had just seen was something that was extremely difficult to explain. Amazing, awesome, and terrible. Various thoughts with different emotions appeared and churned within him.

Even if he had a premonition as to who exactly the blonde figure was, he still did not dare to think about it.

The truth is far more terrifying if he finds out.

Cryll who had emotional turmoil inside him could only be silent, then sighed for a moment after calming down.

Even stranger, how could he see that? Is there something this dungeon wants from him? Cryll tried to think about it, but he still could not find the answer to the question.

Thinking about all the confusing things would be pointless. In the end, Cryll could only sigh in resignation.

He then looked around, and his gaze was fixed on the mansion that had not undergone the slightest change since.

Thanks to what he saw earlier, the drowsiness and fatigue had already disappeared, and now he could instantly continue the expedition.

Entering the mansion, Cryll immediately followed his instinct to go to the long corridor on the right. And once at the end, what greeted him was a room full of mirrors.

Mirrors in different shapes and sizes. There are even curved or bent, so the figure of Cryll reflected there looks a little terrible.

This room was so full of mirrors that it felt like there was no place to put anything else.

With curiosity peaking, Cryll touched one of the mirror surfaces with his finger. Lalu—

"What's? "

His finger sank, and could not be pulled. Instead, his entire body, starting from his fingers felt like he had been sucked into that mirror.

Cryll tried to pull his finger with all his might, but the mirror seemed unwilling to let go.

Having no other choice, with his other hand, Cryll instantly picked up the dagger he had hung around his waist, and thrust the tip into the mirror's surface.

Yet again, something strange happened.

Instead of breaking, the mirror received a Cryll dagger.

His dagger slowly sank into the mirror, and Cryll instantly released his grip against the dagger.

"Where did the dagger go? "

The mirror had already completely sunk its dagger, and the curious Cryll tried to figure it out by peering. However, he himself knew that it was in vain.

There's no way to fight. Cryll quickly understood this.

If he tried to resist, then the pull from the mirror would get stronger. But unfortunately, reducing the power in his body would not make the mirror stop. It continued to suck out Cryll's body which had no sign of any resistance.

"Do I have to try it? "

Cryll thought hard for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, I wouldn't know if I didn't try. Not that I can escape from this."

Cryll wasn't resigned, but he wasn't fighting either. Instead, he calmly jumped up and voluntarily went inside that mirror.

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Everything is dark, nothing to see.

Fatigue is still not separated from him, but Cryll still tried to open his eyes.

Light began to appear, and gradually illuminated the room he was in.

The floor where he fainted looked like a completely shiny stone, while the walls and roof were filled full of mirrors.

As his consciousness slowly recovered, Cryll jumped up in shock, and warily looked around him.

Somehow saying it, this was so confusing as well as horrible.

The floor, walls and roof, are all filled by mirrors with a variety of different frames. Some are wood-framed with luxurious carvings, and some are really simple and without any carvings or decorations.

It was hard to find a way out, because wherever he looked, there was only a reflection of him, and a mirror behind him. Briefly, it is almost impossible to find a way out just by relying on vision.

For now, Cryll keeps himself calm and fumbles around the mirror. That way, at least he knew where he was going and had to go.

The thing is, whichever way Cryll goes, there's only a mirror on each side. It was as if this was truly a labyrinth made of millions of mirrors.

In addition, the further he explored, it felt like whispers began to appear and haunt Cryll with a sense of confusion.

There was nothing around him other than a mirror, and the voice seemed to appear directly from his own head.

The longer, the whisper gets stronger, and Cryll begins to lose his temper.

"Be quiet! "

Hitting his own head, Cryll then pulled out the sword, and swung it randomly into the space around him, making some mirrors experience cracks and even some break.

『You want to know when you lied to yourself? 』

A clearer sound finally appeared, and made Cryll instantly raise his face.

The words he spoke were like piercing straight to his weakest point.

Cryll staggered backwards, and hit the mirror behind him. A second later, he could only lean back while continuing to listen to the words whispered directly into his brain.

『Stop doing things in vain, and accept the reality. You're actually just scared, aren't you? 』

"Shutup …."

『You were so afraid, that you wouldn't accept it. All you can do, is pretend you don't realize it, and do something to distract you from it. Just like you're doing now.』

Sound of crack.

It was not an imaginative voice that appeared in his head, but rather the sound of something completely cracking.

Cryll involuntarily hit the mirror next to him until it broke. Once he realized it, he immediately saw his own fist covered in blood.

The blood that kept dripping finally fell to the floor, for a moment it glowed, and finally disappeared.

Even though Cryll didn't know what the voice was talking about, he instinctively understood what it meant. That's why, Cryll, who understands his own feelings more than anyone is made frightened.

The fear peaked as she felt the owner of the voice smile at her.

『You can remember it, but you choose to forget. Basic coward.』

Those words made Cryll almost lose his wits.

He drew his own sword involuntarily, and swung it with a wide movement.

All the mirrors in the surroundings instantly broke apart after splitting in two, and Cryll was left alone with the glass fragments strewn across the floor.

Surprisingly, only the glass was shattered, while the frame was still intact, revealing hundreds of other mirrors on that side. However, Cryll was not in a state of being able to notice it.

The voice is right. He was afraid, whether it was on someone else, or even himself.

However, more than anything else, he was afraid of the memories that slowly rose through his dreams.

He felt that if he remembered it, a very heavy burden would be given to him immediately. Cryll chose not to remember it, even though he knew it was important.

All those beliefs were shaken the moment he entered this place.

Cryll frowned and still looked around worriedly, anxious if suddenly the voice would appear again.

However, contrary to his expectations, the mirror shards scattered on the floor began to emit a faded light for a moment, before finally gathering and forming a human figure, whose appearance was no stranger to him.

Bright blonde hair, with turquoise eyes and high posture. It was none other than himself.

Very similar, or even worthy of being called 'perfect imitation'.

For a moment, Cryll didn't know what to do. His head was filled with an extremely dizzying sense of confusion, and it was slowly eating away at his sanity.

His other self smiled sharply, and drew his own sword that was similar to his. Then—

A perfect imitation of himself was advancing and slashing Cryll without protection, making Cryll fall to the floor with a fatal wound.

The imitation seemed to be holding back, because if he was serious, he could have instantly killed Cryll who was off guard.

"Stand up, you loser" said the copycat in a very cold voice.

Cryll doesn't remember him ever speaking in such a voice. But, no doubt, it was his own voice.

A second passed, and Cryll slowly rose up using his own sword as a pedestal.

"Are you .. who's been noisy in my head since? "

"You've guessed, and you already know the answer. But, you still ask? "

The impersonator stuffed his little finger into his ear with an irritated face, and he looked at Cryll with a condescending look, as if Cryll was the lowest and dirtiest trash he had ever seen.

"You've been given many opportunities to remember and know, but you choose to keep forgetting. Goddamn it, you're a real jerk."

Again, the impersonator raised his sword, and swung it at a speed invisible to the eye.

However, Cryll had regained consciousness, and repelled the attack with his own sword.

Not stopping there, the imitator again swung his sword from all directions to attack Cryll, but Cryll continued to deflect it until there was no more gap to attack.

Now Cryll understands.

Not only his appearance, but his way of thinking, memories, experiences, fighting style, and body movements were identical to the ones he had.

He was truly a perfect imitation of her.

Calmness is the thing that he prioritizes today. Because of this, Cryll has no time to fall for the impersonator's incitement.

As an experiment, he tried to swing his sword diagonally from below the left, but the impersonator easily parried it. Eventually, Cryll deflects the trajectory of his slash to the right abdomen, but again the impersonator is able to see the trajectory of his attack.

Even the way of thinking is the same. Cryll is completely out of his mind now.

If this copycat has every aspect in him, then there is almost no chance for Cryll to win.

Unlike Noelle who blends multiple fighting styles into one fixed style, Cryll's fighting style choices are simple.

It consisted of a hidden slash a sword.

Despite having additional techniques such as the use of two swords, in the end his fighting style only focused on direct attacks that were a trick, then continued with hidden slashes that were actually real attacks.

Such a simple technique, would not work on a perfect imitation of himself, who clearly knew all his fighting techniques.

Unfortunately there's no one here. Otherwise, Cryll could have done a combined attack with them, just like he used to do with Noelle.

Faced with this situation, Cryll's first choice was to take some distance first. After which, he fired his anchor chain into a nearby mirror, hoping to use it as a cheat.

But unfortunately, the impersonator understood what he wanted to do, because he himself actually took out his anchor chain to wrap around the Cryll chain.

"Hehe, you're finally serious. Then let's do this! "

False Cryll grinned and pulled its own chain, making the original Cryll still connected to its own chain inevitably drawn forward.

Fortunately, he had strengthened his legs in such a way that his pedestal would not waver just like that.

Finally, Cryll holds his chain, and uses the magic he recently learned.

"Hmm? "

The flow of electricity, propagating through a chain made of metal, makes the impersonator suddenly release his grip on the chain.

"Ahh, right too. I didn't expect you to use it now."

That electricity was something he created with magic.

After experiencing many battles, Cryll is increasingly aware of its shortcomings.

Although he was not very talented in magic, he could at least use some as long as it did not overload the magic circuit and mana in his body. And this electricity, was one of the simplest forms of magic that he had recently learned.

"I'm just ready. Let's re-match."

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