However, this kind of resurrection is not unlimited. After the resurrection, the apostles will become weaker and weaker each time. Like Janus, they will completely disappear at most twice.

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The Thousand-faced Man shook his head and sighed, "You, you, I clearly told you not to have too much contact with him before, so why don't you listen?"

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The Thousand Faces placed Janus' corpse on a device similar to an altar next to him.

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"Hey, it's so cleanly deleted... Did you accidentally reveal his true identity, or are you trying to find trouble with his body?"

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While helping Janus re-instill his personality memory, the Thousand Faces said to himself, "Although I said that the apostles are equal, don't misunderstand me.

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Know why I say all apostles are equal? Because to me, you are no different from humans, you are a group of puppets at the mercy of others.

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I can control your body at any time, modify your memory, manipulate your mind... You can't even maintain your self-awareness in front of me, how can you talk about equality? "

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The Thousand Faces kept a smile on his face, but he spoke words that would make all the apostles shudder.

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"But he is different. In a sense, he is my real family. Like that guy Yue Yangyan, he was born free from my mental abilities, and you are just my free-range pets."

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"Except for them, everyone in this world is like an NPC in the game to me, and I can tamper with your underlying code at will to turn you into what I want.

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Before they appeared, I was alone, because everyone was an NPC, and I was the only player...

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For thousands of years, a cracked version of a single-player game has been played for more than a thousand years. Do you know how much I long for a communication partner?

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That's why I came up with the idea of ​​restarting the weird era, restarting the era that was once sealed by my own hands..."

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With the instillation of personality and memory, Janus on the altar began to recover his body.

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The weirdness itself can enlarge or shrink its own body within a certain range.

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So even if Ai Liang burned three-eighths of his body, Janus' body didn't change much compared to the original, but his strength dropped a lot and he was completely reduced to the weakest apostle.

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"I remember your newly backed-up memory personality, was it from half a month ago?"

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The Thousand Faces looked at Janus floating naked in the air, raised his hand and touched his chin: "In order to prevent you from dying again, delete all your recent memories."

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The Thousand Faces did what he said, and with a single thought, he directly erased all the memories of Janus after returning to the Asian Union from Europe, and erased his memory until Jin Ping'an encountered the bank robbery.

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"Well... Another psychological suggestion, so it should be almost the same."

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The Thousand Faces nodded in satisfaction, put Janus on the ground, and snapped his fingers.

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Janus opened his eyes slowly, his tone a little confused: "I'm... um? I'm not in the hotel? How come here?"

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Janus got up from the ground as a salted fish rolled around.

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He looked around at the scene around him, and then looked at his bald body.

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"Gaia, you... wait! Why am I here, am I dead?"

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When Janus saw the smiling man with a thousand faces standing beside him, he immediately reacted that he may have died once.

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"That's right, your memory should still be at the moment of going to Europe in summer, but now it's the end of the year." The Thousand Faces explained with a smile.

"It's the end of the year?!"

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Janus widened his eyes: "Could it be that I was surrounded by people from the Countermeasures Bureau in the last half year?

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No... I remember that I was planning to ask you to back up the files after I returned to the Asian League. Anyway, my memory shouldn't stop in Europe! "

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"That's because your memory in the past few months is very dangerous and will bring you death, so I took the initiative to delete it for you."

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The Thousand Faces didn't hide the fact that he deleted Janus' memory by himself, and also carried out black box operations: "Not only that, I also implanted spiritual hints into you.

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When you get into the elevator and leave here, you won't have the idea of ​​exploring the memory of the past six months. "

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It stands to reason that if one's memory is arbitrarily modified by others, everyone will be furious.

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But Janus is not a normal person after all, he is a strange person with human consciousness.

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For Janus, modifying his memory is not as sensitive as ordinary people.

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So he quickly accepted all of this: "So that's how it is... What about peace? If I was killed by the Countermeasures Bureau, where did he go?"

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The Thousand Faces did not explain, but raised a finger against Janus' head: "I have passed on some of the memories that you will know, so you should stay here for a few days and take a look at it slowly. "

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A huge stream of memories poured directly into Janus' brain.

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These memories did not cause him any physical or mental burden, but because the memories were too complicated, he needed some time to sort them out.

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Janus shook his head and said in a difficult tone: "It looks alright...but can I change the place? You are so overwhelming that I can hardly breathe."

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The Thousand-faced Man pointed to the sarcophagus in the distance: "Go to the cultivation warehouse over there. Your body has been burned for nearly half, and you just need to use the cultivation warehouse to restore it for a while."

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"what?!"

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I don't know, but when the Thousand Faces said that the body was nearly half burned, Janus jumped up instantly like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

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He looked at his hands with panic on his face: "My body is half gone?! I thought this feeling of weakness was the sequelae of the resurrection, and it will recover after a short rest!"

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"To be precise, three-eighths, you were divided into eight pieces, three of which were burned by others, and the remaining five were snatched from the opponent's hands by Geharu desperately."

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Thousand-faced people watch the fun and don't think it's a big deal to make up the knife.

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Janus shuddered subconsciously: "Cut me into eight pieces and burn me in batches? What a grudge!"

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The Thousand Faces said calmly: "Okay, everything you should know has been passed on to you through memory, don't ask if you shouldn't know, with your strength, there should only be one last chance to revive, in the future Don't kill yourself."

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Janus grimaced: "Then am I the weakest apostle now?"

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Like a dog, the Thousand Faces patted Janus' head to comfort him: "It's okay, as long as the spatial ability is still there, it doesn't matter if you are the weakest or not. You were not strong before anyway."

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Hearing the words of a thousand-faced man, Janus' face turned blue and white.

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The resurrection he thought would be like in the game, full of resurrection.

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But who knows that the body is still needed. If the local area is burnt down, it will not survive!

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Janus walked staggeringly towards the training warehouse as if the painter forgot to paint.