"More trouble has found its way to my door."
Wen Wen parked his car by the roadside and saw the person waving at him from the entrance of a narrow alley.
He patted himself down, confirming his dagger and gun were in place, then walked towards the alley, curious as to what this person wanted with him.
The necklace on his chest did not feel hot, which suggested the person was not extremely dangerous.
As Wen Wen entered the alley, he saw the individual sitting on a chest as tall as a person, waiting for him leisurely.
Upon seeing Wen Wen, the person removed their hood, revealing a face familiar to Wen Wen.
Wen Wen's eyes widened. Instantly, he drew his gun with his right hand and gripped his dagger with his left, entering a combat stance.
Because this person looked exactly like Wen Wen!
Yes, aside from a few minor details, they were identical!
"We meet again. I told you our next meeting would be interesting," the counterfeit Wen Wen said in Wen Wen's own voice.
"You are... that black mass from that night? What should I call you in this form?" Hearing the tone, Wen Wen understood who it was.
"Well... almost, but not quite. After all, I look different now, don't I?"
The person sat on the wooden crate, legs dangling, smiling at Wen Wen and saying, "As for a name... you can call me High Imitation."
"What is your purpose in disguising yourself as me!" Wen Wen demanded, his body tense.
"Purpose? I have no purpose!"
High Imitation laughed twistedly, much like Wen Wen did when he lost control:
"You boring people are always pursuing purposes, always doing things for a reason. But must it be this way? I came this time simply to play a game with you."
"I don't play games. I suggest you go find someone in kindergarten," Wen Wen casually refused.
"I've actually been to kindergarten too. The children were pure, without so many ulterior motives. I had a very comfortable time, but there were always some precocious brats who made me want to stomp their heads in!"
High Imitation swung his legs, his smile contorted.
This casual movement caused Wen Wen's pupils to contract. This person not only thought about it, but acted on it!
"Stop, stop, stop, the topic has veered off. I came to play a game with you. I know you like different monsters, so if you win, I'll give you a monster. If you lose, you have to accept a punishment!"
High Imitation said earnestly to Wen Wen.
"I have no obligation to play games with you."
Wen Wen frowned. The person he was conversing with was like a madman. If Wen Wen hadn't controlled himself, he might have ended up the same way.
"You can't refuse to play with me!"
High Imitation glared at Wen Wen. "If you don't play, I'll use this appearance to kill indiscriminately!"
"A fake is a fake, after all," Wen Wen said with a frown.
"But my fake is undetectable," High Imitation said proudly. "Take now, can you find the difference between us?"
Wen Wen sneered and calmly replied, "My eyes don't open as wide as yours just did!"
High Imitation froze for a moment, rubbing his eyes in annoyance. "I tried my best to make them smaller. I still overestimated you."
Looking at High Imitation, Wen Wen felt a surge of killing intent. This person had his face, and he truly feared this fellow would cause trouble for him.
Wen Wen still lived in the real world; he couldn't afford to lose this identity.
Even if he himself could distinguish between the real and the fake based on minute differences, others could not.
"Regardless, let me show you the prize I've prepared. I know you like collecting monsters, so you should be interested in this one."
High Imitation jumped down and opened the wooden crate. Inside was none other than the vampire Galir!
And before the crate was opened, Wen Wen detected no trace of its presence, neither scent nor aura!
Galir's limbs were severed, and his torso was pinned by a black nail, appearing utterly pathetic.
"He's still alive. If you pour a few liters of blood into his stomach, he'll revive. What do you think, is this prize valuable enough?" High Imitation stood beside the crate, pointing at Galir with a salesman-like tone.
Wen Wen sized up Galir, showing little interest.
"You don't like him?" High Imitation looked at Wen Wen in surprise.
Wen Wen nodded. After Tao Qingqing's advancement, she was already slightly stronger than Galir, so he had no desire to capture him.
However, Wen Wen had originally planned to hunt down Galir at some point, but he hadn't expected this strange fellow to deal with him first.
"If you don't like him... then he's useless."
The imposter flicked the black nail. The nail plunged into Galir's body, and from the wound, Galir's body gradually disintegrated, turning into something like earth and stone!
Then, the nail emerged from the earth and stone and flew into High Imitation's hand. Galir had completely turned into a pile of ash.
Wen Wen's pupils contracted. The vampire's regenerative abilities were meaningless against this nail. He absolutely could not be wounded by this nail!
"Hmm, let's pause the game for now... When I find a prize you're satisfied with, our game will continue. I'm leaving for now!"
"Don't go!"
Wen Wen slashed at High Imitation with his rune dagger in one hand, while spraying a large amount of acid with the other. But neither attack reached High Imitation.
Because his body simply dissolved into the air without leaving a trace!
Wen Wen stood in place, his eyes wide, unable to sense anything.
Aura, trace, scent, nothing. There was no way to investigate!
"Appearing out of nowhere, leaving out of nowhere. His behavior is even less logical than that of a kindergarten child. What is he really up to?"
Wen Wen sighed and walked out of the alley, unsure how to process this.
The person had threatened Wen Wen to play a game one moment, and the next, because Wen Wen was unsatisfied with the prize, went to find a new one.
His actions were chaotic and disorderly, as if he were just doing it for fun.
If Wen Wen hadn't controlled himself, he might have become like him, acting without purpose, only pursuing thrills.
"Being targeted by someone like this will be a big problem. I must find an opportunity to kill him!"
Regardless, what Wen Wen could confirm now was that this person would definitely come for him again, yet Wen Wen didn't know who this person was or what abilities they possessed; everything about him was a mystery.
"Wait, he knows something about me, knows I like different monsters. So maybe he's near me."
"And his first notice of me was likely around the time Uncle Gong was attacked..."
"Anyone who deliberately approached me during this period is a suspect!"