"How did there suddenly appear a sixth one?" Zhang Yuanqing stared in astonishment at the identical figure standing before him, only to hear that figure chuckle and say, "You're the sixth one!" Guan Ya, Sun Miao-miao, and the others likewise glanced at their own "duplicates," stepping back with defensive and hostile postures. The two Zhai chefs exchanged glances, stroking their chins, and said in unison, "Interesting! Truly identical—same handsome face, composed demeanor, gentle gaze. A perfect one-to-one replication. Even the habits of behavior seem to match." The two Hong Jīgēs exclaimed, "A fake? Daring to impersonate us?" "You're the fake! Man, I'm going to beat you to a pulp!" "Exactly what I wanted—going to peel your skin off!" The two Hong Jīgēs immediately engaged in a fierce exchange, delivering solid blows that echoed with a steady thud. The two Guan Yas standing beside them furrowed their brows, observing the scene, and said, "Their personalities are exactly the same, and their strength is identical as well. Now I understand why our skills, items, and inventory slots have been sealed." Glancing around at the group, they added, "This room's replication ability has certain limitations—some special items exceed its capacity, which is why the inventory slots of the intruders have been locked. As far as we can tell, the replicated beings share the same personality and strength as the originals. Their offensive nature is not strong; they haven't launched immediate attacks on us yet. I still haven't figured out the room's core threat mechanism." Except for the two red chickens known for their temper, all the other replicas have assumed the role of the originals, presenting themselves as the true entities. Thus, a 5v5 confrontation between replicas and originals can be ruled out. As the replicas remained unaggressive, the group gradually relaxed their vigilance and began to ponder Guan Ya's observations. Zhang Yuanqing turned to the two Zhai Cai, asking, "Has Vinye shared any information about the maze with you?" As the granddaughter of the elder Brent, she should have the detailed information about the maze. What is the core mechanism of this stage?" Both of the only children knights shook their heads: "Winny also desires the fragments of the Holy Plate, but due to moral obligations, agreements, and the strength of her vows, she won't back down—don't count on her helping us." Just when everyone was at a loss, a countdown appeared on the hexagonal mirrors embedded in the ceiling, floor, and walls: 14:58:82. A fifteen-minute countdown! Beneath the countdown, a message appeared: ["The main gate will open in fifteen minutes—find your companion!"] "Directly state the core mechanism of the stage..." Zhang Yuanqing glanced at his girlfriend, whose authenticity was hard to determine, furrowed his brow: "It seems the difficulty lies in identifying your companion." He turned to the two red chickens engaged in a vigorous fight, shouting: "Stop fighting! Come here!" The Chairman's words proved effective—the two Red Chicken brothers indeed halted their actions, exchanged a glance, and then walked over with evident dissatisfaction. As the Red Chicken brothers drew closer, Zhang Yuanqing was about to speak when his copy took the spotlight, stepping in first: "The countdown and prompts have been clearly visible to everyone. Leaving this room is simple—just wait fifteen minutes. But before the countdown ends, we must find our true companions; otherwise…" Guan Ya added, "we might be stuck here forever." Zhang Yuanqing's copy scoffed, "Can any of you tell which of us is the genuine one and which is the impostor? Honestly, I can't detect any flaw in this fake version." The group examined the two Zhang Yuanqing figures carefully, but no one could determine which was the real one—neither could Guan Ya, who possessed the gift of insight. The duplicate continued: "Based on my observations just now, I've found that the duplicate shares the same personality, strength, and appearance as the original—so similar in outward appearance that it's hard to distinguish between the two. Let's try comparing memories, such as some shared anecdotes known only to everyone present." He said solemnly, "I'll start. I've known Guan Ya for a long time. We once handled a supernatural case together at a hospital. I recall hearing Sun Miao Miao confess, while in a particularly dangerous location, that she had repeatedly changed her identity to publicly criticize Zhao Chenghuang." Zhao Chenghuang's mouth twitched. How could he still bring up such an old story...? Sun Miao Miao felt a bit embarrassed, yet relieved—only the true Yuanshen would know these details. The two Red Chicken brothers were thrilled, clapping excitedly, "You're truly the real Quemang!" Unfortunately, I've become a stand-in... Zhang Yuanqing's expression suddenly darkened. The two points mentioned by the duplicate—the first one—was about handling a supernatural incident at Pingtai Hospital, where his aunt worked, triggered by the antics of a lively young colleague. The second matter was the candid revelation from the "Mo Sect's Mechanized City." These were experiences known only to the individuals involved, and the copies could recount them with perfect accuracy—demonstrating that the mirror not only replicated appearance, strength, and personality, but also memory. The reason for the solemn expression of the protagonist was not that his teammates had accepted the copies, but rather that once memory itself was duplicated, it became difficult to distinguish who was the genuine one and who was the impostor. The mirror room had provided only fifteen minutes. In the span of a few thoughts, both red-robed brothers turned simultaneously to Zhang Yuanqing, their expressions filled with hostility: "You're the fake! All of you—come on, take him down!" As翟菜 and the others cast covertly skeptical glances at him, Zhang Yuanqing calmly replied: "I too have a secret. I once entered a perilous place. Due to its extreme danger, I invited several companions. There, the terracotta figures possessed the ability to restore themselves. One simple fool accidentally stepped on a sewing machine and ended up with eight million—fortunately, that journey yielded excellent results." "Thanks to Zhai Cai's presence, he too has remained discreet, not explicitly stating it—after all, the actual actions were carried out by Yuan Shi Tian Zun, not by Gu Mang. He hasn't said much, for fear of revealing too much. Upon hearing this, Guan Ya and Hong Ji didn't react much, but the two Sun Miao Miao, the two Zhao Chenghuang, and the two Tian Xia Gui Hu—all of them showed subtle changes in expression, their spirits suddenly weighed down. They had sensed that Zhang Yuanqing was referring to the underwater palace beneath Qin Feng Academy, where the rather foolish young man who had once stepped on it and triggered eight million points was Xia Hou Ao Tian. Both Yuan Shi Tian Zun shared the same memories. 'From the way you all look... Gu Mang must also be aware of certain things that are only known within your inner circle,' Zhai Cai remarked, tapping his chin. 'Since the copies can replicate memories, this becomes even more interesting.' He glanced at the countdown displayed on the mirror. 'There are still thirteen minutes left. You have six of you, each with only two minutes. Time is running short—have you thought clearly about how to locate your true companions Red Chicken, agitated and furious, barked: "Interesting, interesting—always interesting, like a fool! You've got a copy of yourself, haven't you? Do you really think you can survive and leave?" "Actually, I don't know. But I'm betting the third level corresponds to Rank 8, not Rank 7." Zhai Cai smiled calmly, and before anyone could react, he suddenly surged forward, grabbing the Zhai Cai beside him and forcefully slamming him to the ground. A golden-yellow glow erupted from the surface of the attacker, pure and majestic, his muscles swelling and expanding—his stature increased by over ten centimeters, rising from 1.8 meters to nearly 2 meters. The one being pressed struggled fiercely, countering with punches and kicks, yet the dominant-level strength struck him without causing a single scratch. Then, as the surge surged through the attacker, he clutched the victim's neck with one hand and, with the other, swung his fist powerfully toward the face of the lying Zhai Cai. "Boom!" Amid the dull roar, Si Ca No. 2's head exploded, splattering red-and-white brain tissue and blood-stained bone fragments. His limbs convulsed, then went still. A few seconds later, the tissue sprayed from the body gently enveloped the corpse and slowly dispersed, leaving no trace. Si Ca smiled calmly at the group. "In the sacred knight's lineage, there's a physical technique that drains stamina, allowing strength to surpass one's inherent level. It's an ancient secret passed down, not a skill. If the mirror copy is rated at level 7, the impostor simply cannot command strength beyond that limit—my prediction was correct." He clearly demonstrated the breakthrough method: eliminate the copy. The Red Chicken brother stammered, "I'm sorry—I admit I spoke too loudly just now. Would you mind taking care of this impostor for me?" He pointed to the Red Chicken brother beside him. The Red Chicken brother protested, "For heaven's sake, you're the impostor!" Si Ca shrugged, "How do I know you're not the original?" After all, you both seem equally impulsive and fiery, lacking wisdom. He glanced at his watch: "We've only got twelve minutes left." The moment he spoke, the atmosphere tightened, as if wisdom itself had been ignited into flame. The current challenge wasn't about combat strength—it was about convincing the teammates that he was the true one, so they could unite and eliminate the duplicates. But the duplicates shared the same personality, strength, appearance, and memories as the originals. Proving one's authenticity was already difficult; convincing the team to distinguish the real from the fake was even more so. Beyond level 7, powers and traits cannot be replicated—there's actually a way for me to prove my identity: simply open my chest and show them my heart. Copies simply cannot possess divine-level items. However, this would expose my heart condition, loosening the seal on the divine artifact and revealing the malevolent aura of my holy occupation—something that would be impossible to conceal. Zhai Cai, the master of the knight class, would certainly notice. Zhang Yuanqing thought quickly, feeling increasingly troubled, even agitated. He possessed a unique quality, but none of his teammates did. His task wasn't merely to prove his own identity—he also had to find a solution to help his teammates prove theirs, ensuring everyone's survival. That was his duty and responsibility as the head of the group. What troubled him most was that, if this were a quest scenario, there must be a way to break through the current impasse—after all, the very purpose of such scenarios was to test the abilities of the spiritual realm travelers, and very few were truly unsolvable. But here is the Pantheon Maze, a prop space—not designed to test the players, but to eliminate intruders. Therefore, there may be no way to solve it. Oh, just now, I observed Guan Ya's condition—she clearly used the Insight ability. Insight is a passive skill, and passive skills can be activated. Zhang Yuanqing felt a surge of relief. The passive skills must have been replicated too. Instead of using them to identify teammates, he had employed the illusionist's "emotional resonance" ability to distinguish genuine from counterfeit teammates. With that thought, he calmed his mind and focused intently on sensing the emotional states of his teammates. Yet, he was disappointed—both genuine and replicated teammates exhibited deeply authentic emotional responses. The replicas seemed truly to believe they were the originals, experiencing strong confusion, urgency, and anxiety. No one showed even the slightest trace of hesitation. If the memory were perfectly replicated, then the copy would indeed consider itself the original. That would be disastrous. What should we do? What should we do? Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the countdown. Only eleven minutes remained. That time wasn't enough to individually assess each person—there had to be a swift, effective method to quickly identify the copies among the team. Zhai Cai said, "I have an idea. Shall we try it?" "Nonsense! Try it right away!" Red Chicken Brother instinctively replied. Zhai Cai nodded and said, "Then you, Master Fire, please come here." The two Red Chicken Brothers hurried over. Zhai Cai, without hesitation, grasped one of Red Chicken Brothers' hands. With a loud, solid "thud," he crushed the hand—pulling off the torn flesh and broken bones. "Whoa!" The other Red Chicken Brother, startled, reacted instinctively and punched Zhai Cai in the chest. Zhai Cai grasped the other's fist, crushed it with the same method, and then explained: "After that impostor died, he simply vanished—this shows the replica isn't made of flesh and blood. We'll see the results soon." Everyone's eyes brightened and immediately turned to the blood and scattered flesh on the ground. After several seconds, the blood and flesh remained intact—no disappearance. Hope faded. Zhai Cai stroked his chin: "It seems only when we kill the replica does his flesh vanish. Then I'm at a loss. Master Fire-Healer, please bear with me. Once we leave this room, I'll give you a vial of life essence. If you can't leave, then that will be sufficient." "Oh, bedding! I knew it! If only I'd had a bowl of chicken soup when I came—now I'm dead and there's no regret!" Red Chicken Brother pressed his wound and grumbled as he walked off. Subsequently, the others, unwilling to accept defeat, tried various methods—such as 'Truth or Dare,' using passive abilities, creating wounds more than healing them—yet none could prove they were the original. And time remained only seven minutes.