Four Split Personalities

"I know very well that this is an extremely arduous task."

Cole steadied himself and said solemnly, "But I’ll do my best."

"This world is not fair, there are many things that cannot be accomplished just by hard work. In fact, in most cases, people often face failure even when they have not made any mistakes or faults."

"I think I’m ready, sir."

"You are ready to perfectly play the ’adorable red scarf’?"

"No..."

Cole shook his head and laughed openly, "I’m ready to fail, on the premise of giving it my all."

"Very good."

Motan let go of Liz’s hair and looked steadily at Cole for nearly half a minute before laughing foolishly, "Heh, sometimes I really think, getting you and Little Ai right from the start, two excellent seedlings almost without flaws, is it because I’m lucky, or was it all arranged by damn fate? It kind of feels like having a protagonist aura."

Cole also laughed and said softly, "I don’t believe in fate, sir. In my eyes, whether you ’picked’ up me and Little Ai, or built everything from scratch to reach such heights, even being considered all-seeing and all-powerful in Academy City, it’s only because you deserve this so-called ’luck’. I think others couldn’t achieve this level."

"Perhaps."

Motan smiled noncommittally, casually took out the inflatable tail given to him by the Lais brothers and threw it to Cole, then took off the Hundred Forms from his face and handed it to him, "Go prepare, I’ll give you one last bit of guidance."

"Yes, sir."

Cole nodded vigorously, after briefly understanding how the inflatable tail worked, he took the Hundred Forms, which had already been preset by Motan to look like ’Mor’, and went upstairs to prepare quickly.

After a while...

"Master."

Liz, who had been squinting her eyes enjoying Motan’s massage, furrowed her brows, suddenly biting Motan’s right hand resting on her shoulder, then licking the fresh blood oozing from the capillaries, she nonchalantly asked, "If Cole fails, you..."

"I naturally won’t give him the reward for perfectly completing the task, even if for me it’s just a matter of lifting a finger, dear Liz."

Motan gently kissed the back of his hand that had just been bitten twice by the blood seeker in front of him, lazily said, "Everyone understands that labor is the most glorious, but very few people realize how cruel this phrase truly is. I wouldn’t want you to be as pitiful as those naive and bright mediocre people."

Liz blinked, pulled Motan’s left hand closer and left a symmetrical bite mark, calmly saying, "Although you say it’s for our own good, it’s actually just because you’re a very selfish person, isn’t it? You only like yourself, Master."

"Of course, there’s nothing in this world more valuable than pleasing oneself."

Motan nodded with a smile, crossed his arms and affectionately hugged Liz’s shoulders from behind, whispering softly into her ear, "No one should live for others, we’re meant to do this, I am, and so are you."

Liz frowned, shook her head and said, "I don’t quite understand, but it’s very annoying."

"That’s normal because it’s not some noble-sounding words. In the end, what we call morality is just something people create to restrain others."

Motan laughed heartily, shrugged and said, "And the purpose of restraining others is just to live more comfortably oneself, right? Why do people think killing is wrong? Ultimately, it’s not because depriving others of life is unacceptable, but simply because everyone is afraid of dying."

"You’re being sophistic."

"Aren’t I~"

"Master."

"Hmm?"

"I still really dislike you..."

"It’s okay, as long as I like you~"

...

Game Time AM04:11

[Mental connection detected, synchronizing personal information...]

[Connection complete, loading character information]

[Welcome back, orderly good Mor, loading The Realm of Innocence, good night]

...

Outer Ring of Academy City, Shady Inn, Mor’s Room

"Ugh—"

Upon regaining consciousness, Motan suddenly clutched his chest, retching twice with a pale face, his gaze was unfocused, sweat beads filled his forehead, and although there was not even one negative effect in the status bar, he still looked very unwell.

Five whole minutes later, when his heart rate and breathing pattern barely returned to healthy levels, he wobbled out of bed, gulped down a large glass of water placed by his bedside by who-knows-who, and wiped his face with the towel hanging on the bedhead, now no longer damp.

"Sure enough, it’s too much strain."

Because he continuously logged out of the game and voluntarily switched personas within a few hours, Motan was bearing a great mental burden, and at this moment, he was rather dazed, but his extremely resilient mind helped him ultimately overcome the discomfort theoretically not supposed to carry over into the game, quickly regaining control of his body.

’Big bro! Big bro, are you okay, big bro!’

Maybe sensing Motan’s somewhat peculiar physical condition, Wang Badan, who was busy absorbing the essence of the sun and moon in the courtyard below, immediately sent a message through the Blood Covenant connection: ’If you suddenly kick the bucket, am I going to die along with you? I’m so damn scared!’

Motan: "..."

Two minutes later, just as Wang Badan was planning to liven things up with some quips, Motan suddenly said quite seriously in his heart, ’I’m going to step out.’

’Big sis logged out two hours ago, she’s already disappeared.’

Wang Badan almost instinctively reported the intel Motan wanted, saying quickly, ’The pup stayed in your room taking care of you after big sis logged out, just came out for a late-night snack before going to sleep, snoring loudly. As long as you’re careful, you shouldn’t wake him up. Old Jia was dragged out to drink by the two other old guys, hasn’t returned yet. The two engineers who get frisky over explosions also went to sleep.’

’Understood.’

Motan nodded slightly, and only then did he leave the room with confidence, tiptoeing down the stairs to Ya Ya’s powerful yet somehow not noisy and even somewhat cute ’woooroooroo’ snores.

"Hey, big boss."

Wang Badan, lying sprawled out on the ground in the courtyard like a dog, stretched lazily and asked teasingly, "Stepping out so late, are you planning to meet a lil’ missy for some outdoor fun... ahem, going to hunt in the wilds?"

Seeing Motan swiftly move his hand towards his sword hilt, this turtle eventually couldn’t push his luck to the brink, wisely changing the subject just in time.

"Just running some errands."

Motan’s eyebrows twitched, not wanting to disturb others’ dreams, he ultimately chose not to give the troublemaker a lesson, speaking with a somewhat unfavorable expression, "I’ll try to be back before dawn, if anyone asks, you just..."

"Make up some all-ages stuff to stall them, we’ll go through the script afterward via the connection."

Wang Badan answered swiftly, grinning, "No problem, boss, you can always trust your cute little Turtle."

"Sigh."

Motan, completely unmotivated to reprimand the turtle in front of him, sighed and patted Wang Badan’s dull shell forcefully, "Get some good rest, it’s been a tough day for you too."

"I shouldn’t have blabbed, that woman is definitely keeping tabs on me..."

"Miss Snow Bathing Sword shouldn’t be petty, you don’t have to worry too much."

"It’s not a matter of worrying, the thing is, yelling out her three sizes at the end was indeed a bit much, murderous intent! I seriously sensed murderous intent back then! That white-haired lass genuinely felt like going all-out to finish me!"

"You know it was over the top, yet you still said it?"

"It felt good."

"You’re beyond saving."

"Hehe, the boss taught me well."

"Scram."

Chapter 1143: The End

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