Here is the English translation with the name Quân kept in its original Vietnamese form with diacritics, while strictly omitting all hyphens across the entire text:
"Do you think you are special?"
Kale, or rather the false Lunas, addressed Ron.
The two of them were currently inside a coffee shop in District 5, having just engaged in combat.
"Bark away, dog."
Ron glared at him, yet his eyes were strangely hollow.
"Fair enough."
Kale stood up, sneering at Ron before casually stepping past him.
"!"
Ron flinched in surprise, turning his head in shock—when exactly had Kale moved past him?
Blood slowly leaked from Ron's nose, a single drop falling to the ground before evaporating into nothingness.
"You were never my concern, but I shall state it outright regardless."
Kale spoke, walking outside casually to bask in the sunlight.
"There are five humans in this realm who accidentally strayed into this domain, and you are one of them. Soon enough, everything will end, the battle will conclude, and you along with the others will gain freedom simply by waiting."
Kale turned his head, flashing a grin before vanishing from sight. Ron could not even track his movement.
Yet despite those words, Ron placed zero faith in remaining passive.
In the end, that choice led directly to the present moment.
...
"Why are you doing this?"
Kale asked Quân, who had just killed the other Quân.
"Within this reality, the five of us cannot be killed through physical means, so psychological methods are required."
Quân spoke to Kale, hoisting the corpse of the other Quân onto his shoulder. Though quite heavy, he seemed to encounter little trouble carrying it.
"..."
Kale followed behind Quân. Truth be told, Quân's words made logical sense; the five humans he could not slay were the two Quâns, Promet, Janeus, and Ron.
Thump, thump.
The two descended the staircase. Down below, a crumpled silhouette lay sprawling upon the floor, drenched in dark blood.
It was none other than Ron, who had collapsed with all four limbs destroyed and his mind pushed into critical danger.
"Hmm. If only everyone were as obedient as you, how wonderful that would be."
Kale remarked in admiration, his expression filled with amusement as he stared at Ron.
"To guarantee your own survival, you went so far as to murder the primary personality and willingly crush his willpower."
Kale chuckled; naturally, even he was taken aback by such a development.
Yet if multiple personalities were involved, he certainly understood a few things.
Thud.
Quân tossed the corpse of the other Quân onto the ground right before Ron's eyes.
"Soon enough, his psyche will shatter completely."
Quân was not lying; that exact breakdown would bring about the end of everything.
The only variable was that Ron had to possess a functional psyche first.
Saying that, he departed alongside Kale to locate the remaining two.
Meanwhile, both of Ron's eyes widened, staring unblinkingly at Quân.
...
The surrounding space rapidly sank deep into an eerie, dreamlike illusion, heavy and desolate.
Ignorance?
Assimilation?
The Mandela Effect?
The city?
Worms?
Psychological profiling?
What was preventing Ron from comprehending the true nature of the world?
Simple... so simple.
Evidence.
Yet upon catching sight of Quân, his broken body began to move slightly.
Even with four limbs shattered, even with that frame utterly exhausted, even with his psyche fracturing to pieces...
Ron conceived an idea.
The ultimate plan was never a lengthy, drawn out scheme.
It was extreme minimalism.
Ron understood now; he finally understood!
Ron gradually plunged into quiet stillness as his moment of epiphany surged forth.
He was facing death, yet... he had never once feared it.
After all, death was never something to be feared, at least not to him.
...
"Has he realized it yet?"
Kale walked behind Quân, using Lunas's physical body to play casually with the roadside flowers and grass.
He looked up at the sky, which was thick with dust and smoke from ruined buildings.
"...You should not underestimate him."
Quân spoke. After tossing the corpse to Ron, Ron must have realized the truth; prior to this, the sole detail he dared not confirm due to Emy's psychological test had already been illuminated.
This world was a psychological play where the primary personality served as the very ground beneath their feet.
And the lucid, conscious humans were merely those whom the primary personality was impersonating.
Even they themselves... were completely unaware.
"Essentially, Ron will undoubtedly realize that this place is a psychological realm where the ground itself represents the psyche. If so, striking the exact right spot will cause this entire place to crumble."
Kale offered Quân a casual smile.
After all, they were collaborating, and maintaining a friendly front was necessary.
"Then what is he doing right now?"
Kale asked Quân, and he merely responded with a subtle hint.
"I do not know, but if it is Ron, I wager he will turn into that entity. Unlocking his memories to transform into it himself is the fastest way to destroy a machine's psyche," Quân said.
Having said that, Quân approached a magical contraption, where tangled machinery nourished a living heart preserved inside a glass jar.
This was the very heart Ron had brought back from the beginning.
Quân drew a cigarette from his pocket and pressed down on the filter, revealing a hidden needle inside.
CRASH!
A single kick from Quân overturned everything, sending the heart rolling across the floor.
Quân stepped forward, plunging the cigarette straight into the heart, awaiting the result.
"What is that? The item you are holding?"
"Narcotics. If injected directly into this heart, all the hearts belonging to the other 'puppets' will be affected to varying degrees."
Kale nodded in understanding, though he still failed to grasp Quân's true intent.
"You will find out soon enough. Now then, Lunas has broken Promet's resolve. As for Janeus, leave her to me."
Saying that, Quân drew a small wooden axe stained deeply with dried blood.
"I shall put an end to that one."