Chapter 201: Who I am (1)
Arima’s words sent shockwaves through my mind.
Who exactly am I?
This was the ultimate question that countless philosophers on Earth had pondered for thousands of years—one that had never yielded a definitive answer. And now, that same question had come hurtling toward me.
Ordinarily, no one could find a clear answer to such a question. Not even beings like Buddha or Jesus. After all, identity isn’t something one defines alone. It’s shaped by external perceptions, judgments, and countless interpretations.
Had Buddha secluded himself after attaining enlightenment, he would have been remembered as a recluse who abandoned his throne.
Had Jesus not led his followers, he would have remained nothing more than a simple carpenter.
A person’s identity isn’t determined solely by their own perception but by others. No matter what one thinks of oneself, in the end, it's just a personal delusion.
But I was different.
I—could define myself.
Because I was from Earth? Because I was a scientist of extraordinary intellect? Because I was a remnant from a hundred million years ago?
No.
The answer was—