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Chapter 954 - 411: Impostor · Oct 15, 2026

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951 Chapter 951 - 410: Ability Restraint 2026-10-15
952 Chapter 952 - 410: Ability Restraint (Part 2) 2026-10-15
953 Chapter 953 - 410: Ability Bind (3) 2026-10-15
954 Chapter 954 - 411: Impostor 2026-10-15
955 Chapter 955 - 411: Imitation Humans (Part 2) 2026-10-15
956 Chapter 956 - 411: Pseudo-Humans_3 2026-10-15
957 Chapter 957 - 411: Simulacrum_4 2026-10-15
958 Chapter 958 - 412: Source Code 2026-10-15
959 Chapter 959 - 412: Source Code_2 2026-10-15
960 Chapter 960 - 412: Source Code_3 2026-10-15
961 Chapter 961 - 413: ”Mother” Incarnation 2026-10-15
962 Chapter 962 - 413: ”Mother” Metamorphosis_2 2026-10-15
963 Chapter 963 - 413: ”Mother” Incarnation_3 2026-10-15
964 Chapter 964 - 413: ”Mother” Incarnation (Part 4) 2026-10-15
965 Chapter 965 - 414: The Arrival of the ”God 2026-10-15
966 Chapter 966 - 414: The Arrival of the ”God” (Part 2) 2026-10-15
967 Chapter 967 - 414: The Arrival of a ”God” (Part 3) 2026-10-15
968 Chapter 968 - 414: Arrival of the ”God” (Part 4) 2026-10-15
969 Chapter 969 - 415: Conquest and the Otherworld Treasure Box 2026-10-15
970 Chapter 970 - 415: Conquest and the Otherworld Treasure Box (Part 2) 2026-10-15
971 Chapter 971 - 415: Conquest and Otherworld Treasure Box_3 2026-10-15
972 Chapter 972 - 415: Conquest and the Otherworld Treasure Box (Part 4) 2026-10-15
973 Chapter 973 - 416: How Much Longer? 2026-10-15
974 Chapter 974 - 416: How Much Time Is Left? (2) 2026-10-15
975 Chapter 975 - 416: How Much Time Is Left? (Part 3) 2026-10-15
976 Chapter 976 - 416: How Much Time Is Left? (4) 2026-10-15
977 Chapter 977 - 417: See You at the Summit 2026-10-15
978 Chapter 978 - 417: See You at the Summit (2) 2026-10-15
979 Chapter 979 - 417: See You at the Summit (Part 3) 2026-10-15
980 Chapter 980 - 418: Observation Period 2026-10-15
981 Chapter 981 - 418: Observation Period_2 2026-10-15
982 Chapter 982 - 418: Observation Period_3 2026-10-15
983 Chapter 983 - 419: Reversion 2026-10-15
984 Chapter 984 - 419: Reversion (Part 2) 2026-10-15
985 Chapter 985 - 419: Reversion_3 2026-10-15
986 Chapter 986 - 420: Eye of Observation 2026-10-15
987 Chapter 987 - 420: Eye of Observation_2 2026-10-15
988 Chapter 988 - 420: Eye of Observation_3 2026-10-15
989 Chapter 989 - 421: Decadence and Slaughter 2026-10-15
990 Chapter 990 - 421: Luxury and Slaughter (Part 2) 2026-10-15
991 Chapter 991 - 421: Decadence and Carnage (Part 3) 2026-10-15
992 Chapter 992 - 422: Impure Land Reincarnation 2026-10-15
993 Chapter 993 - 422: Edo Tensei_2 2026-10-15
994 Chapter 994 - 422: Edo Tensei_3 2026-10-15
995 Chapter 995 - 423: "Devour" Trait 2026-10-15
996 Chapter 996 - 423: "Devour" Traits_2 2026-10-15
997 Chapter 997 - 423: Devour Trait (3) 2026-10-15
998 Chapter 998 - 424: I Arrived Too Late 2026-10-15
999 Chapter 999 - 424: I’m Late, Part 2 2026-10-15
1000 Chapter 1000 - 424: I’m Late_3 2026-10-15

Chapter 954: Chapter 411: Impostor

In the private laboratory of the Deep Sea Palace, Ron sat alone at a desk made of living crystal.

Before him lay the small puppet, sitting cross-legged, its surface flowing with a dark red glow like the blood of life.

”At this stage, it’s possible to gain a deeper understanding of your true origins.”

He activated the ”Sensing Power” trait, his spiritual power extending like threads, cautiously touching the Time Mark on the puppet’s surface.

Unlike before, his skills and the intensity of his spiritual power had now reached an entirely new level.

Those previously vague and unclear historical fragments now began to present a shocking clarity.

Ron took a deep breath, cautiously probing his spiritual power into the puppet’s interior.

The next moment, his consciousness was dragged into a completely different space-time...

......

The warm afternoon sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting dappled shadows on the wooden floor.

Edmond Matthew sat in his cozy little study, holding an ancient tome in his hands.

”Dear, the tea is ready.”

The voice of his wife, Lillian, came from the kitchen, carrying its usual warmth and care.

Edmond put down the book, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

They had been married for seven years, with a lovely five-year-old son, Thomas, and a daughter, Emily, who had just turned two.

”Coming, dear.”

He got up and walked toward the kitchen, not noticing the subtle... mechanical feel in his wife’s voice just now.

As if it were so perfect that it seemed slightly unnatural.

In the kitchen, Lillian was elegantly arranging the tea set.

Her every move was breathtakingly precise. The distance between teacups and saucers was exactly the same, and the angle of the teaspoons was flawless.

”How’s your research going today?” she asked, her face displaying a standard concerned expression.

”Not bad, I’ve made some progress on the project the Master assigned to me.”

Edmond took the teacup, habitually kissing his wife’s cheek lightly.

Lillian’s skin still felt as soft and warm as ever, but Edmond vaguely sensed her reaction seemed somewhat... delayed?

As if it was a split second late before she showed the expected sweet smile.

”That’s wonderful.” Her voice remained gentle, but there was an indescribable emptiness in her tone:

”I’m proud of you, dear.”

At that moment, little Thomas ran over from the living room, pouncing into Edmond’s arms:

”Daddy! Daddy! Today I learned a new magic!”

The five-year-old’s eyes sparkled with innocent excitement, his small hands waving as he demonstrated the Light Technique he had just learned.

Edmond smiled as he picked up his son, a warmth of fatherly love surging in his heart.

But then he noticed a detail—Thomas’s fingernails.

The child’s nails were meticulously trimmed, the edges smoothed as if cut with the most precise tool.

For a five-year-old child, it seemed almost too perfect.

”Did Mommy cut your nails?” Edmond asked casually.

”Yes!” Thomas nodded, then turned to Lillian: ”Mommy does a great job, right?”

Lillian displayed a motherly, affectionate smile:

”Of course, I take care of everything to perfection.”

These words filled Edmond with an inexplicable unease.

Not because of the content, but because of the tone.

That absolute certainty, as if stating an indisputable fact.

......

In the days that followed, Edmond began to involuntarily observe his family’s daily behavior.

At first, he thought he might be experiencing some sort of obsessive delusion from dealing with too many odd materials in his research.

But the more he observed, the more anomalies he discovered.

Lillian’s daily schedule was precise to the minute.

Every morning, she got up exactly at 6 o’clock, started preparing breakfast at 6:15, and woke the children at 6:45.

There was nothing wrong with such accuracy, but the issue was that she never deviated.

Even the most diligent people occasionally get up a few minutes late due to fatigue or other reasons.

But Lillian never did.

Her emotional responses also began to seem peculiar.

When Edmond deliberately told some lighthearted jokes, she would always smile at fixed times.

Not because she understood the content of the joke, but because she identified ”this is a cue for laughter.”

The most unsettling was her state when alone.

Once, Edmond came home early from work and saw Lillian sitting in the living room through the window.

She maintained a perfect posture, her hands resting properly on her knees, eyes staring straight ahead.

But her expression was completely blank, like a... puppet waiting for instructions.

”What is Mommy doing?”

Little Thomas’s voice came from behind, startling Edmond.

Turning around, he saw his son standing at the door, also maintaining an unnaturally perfect posture.

”I... I don’t know.” Edmond stammered.

”Mommy is resting.” Thomas’s voice was disturbingly calm: ”She said there’s no need for expression when resting.”

Those words nearly froze Edmond’s blood.

How could a five-year-old child say something like that?

......

At night, Edmond lay in bed, pretending to be asleep.

Through partially closed eyes, he watched his wife beside him.

Lillian’s breathing was as regular as a mechanical device.

Each inhale and exhale lasted the exact same time, and the rise and fall of her chest was perfectly precise.

Even more frightening were her eyes.

Although her eyelids were closed, Edmond could feel her eyeballs moving rapidly beneath them.

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