Four Split Personalities

[But that timing and angle...]

Motan gently rubbed his forehead, always feeling that if it wasn’t a coincidence, the Old Tree’s Wind Blade was perfectly executed in all aspects, achieving the extremes of what a Low Rank Wind Blade could do under such circumstances.

Since Double Leaf often shares some universal little skills — magic or divine arts — with Hei Fan (though the latter, being a Regulation Priest, can hardly use them), there’s also an experienced Old Mage with very, very solid foundational knowledge around him. Furthermore, Yi Dong, who occasionally trains with him in the Public Space, is technically also a mage, so Motan is quite familiar with the Spellcasters System.

Based on his judgment, which may not be precise but at least objective, the Old Tree’s Wind Blade was too incisive. In simple terms, it felt less like ’a Mid-level Mage using Low Rank magic’ and more like ’a high-level mage using Low Rank magic.’

From the suddenness and effect perspective, Motan feels that the Old Tree must have spent decades immersed in the field of Mysticism, and now, with the boost from something like Spicy Burn Powder, his raw power is comparable to the Great Sorcerer Jadka. In fact, if we only consider that recent move... His combat prowess could even rival Double Leaf, who constantly plots to kill him.

As for the victim, whose game ID is Ming Shen, the girl seemingly bestowed with the concept of ’God’s Messenger’ by Autumn Moon, Motan can’t see through her.

Just purely can’t see through, utterly can’t see through.

Even though, from every angle, she’s a Common girl with tri-no attributes, without the usual aura of an expert that you can’t even sense after closing your eyes, Motan still feels that this girl is not as ordinary as she appears, for unexplained reasons.

As for Pomegranate...

The poor girl seems nothing special at first glance, just like Autumn Moon and Smith, a very ordinary, casual, rookie player.

But!

Judging from her previous slip of the tongue, stating ’I’m Pomegranate, an Outsider,’ her level of suspicion far exceeds Old Tree and Ming Shen combined.

Autumn Moon’s middle-grade persona given to Pomegranate is ’Future People,’ and with Motan’s insight, he wouldn’t simply think Pomegranate’s words were just a slip that day.

After all, he knows that in this world, there truly is a batch of anomaly claiming to be ’Outsiders.’

Thus, he can’t approach the girl, who seems easily bullied from every aspect, with a normal mindset.

[Forget it, thinking too much is useless.]

Motan sighed, exhausted, and mumbled under his breath: "Instead of pondering others’ matters, I’d better think about what I should..."

...

At the same time

Xibei Dalu, Toriel City State eastern border, distant suburbs of Beaver Town

...

[You have been disconnected urgently, please choose whether to reconnect...]

"Hmm?!"

Lost direction in the wilderness shortly after leaving town, a young man wandering aimlessly suddenly paused, instinctively looking up at the edge of dawn on the horizon: "Who’s speaking?!"

[You have been disconnected urgently, please choose whether to reconnect...]

A female voice he had never heard before sounded for the second time, melodious yet filled with a cold mechanical tone.

It wasn’t coming from the distant sky but was sounding directly in his mind!

Instinctively, he placed a hand on his waist-long sword, squinting his eyes alertly. Too many strange things had happened today, and even the Bard seemed less strange than the voice echoing right in his mind.

[You have been disconnected urgently, please choose whether to reconnect...]

The third time.

He took a deep breath, trying to shield himself from the increasingly unsettling voice, moved his hand away from the sword hilt, covered his ears, and closed his eyes.

Then—

As soon as he shut his eyes.

In the vision supposed to be covered by Darkness, a blurry back suddenly appeared.

[!!!]

He immediately reopened his eyes, seemingly trying to prove something.

He succeeded; Dawn was still Dawn, the wild was still the wild.

But... humans must blink.

And so, subconsciously blinking again in the Darkness, he saw the increasingly clearer back once more.

Not only that, but the increasingly familiar presence was slowly turning around.

[Not good!]

For reasons unknown, a strong sense of conflict suddenly emerged from his heart — to prevent the presence he could ’see’ only when he closed his eyes from fully turning around.

No!

Don’t turn around!

Don’t face me!

He desperately widened his eyes, trying not to ’see.’

The warm wind brushed over his bloodshot eyes.

The snow-white clouds obscured the hazy sun.

...

At the same time

City of Light, Inner City District, Dawn Cathedral underground level 12: Twilight Chapel, Heretic Court

In a room that was not luxurious but reasonably clean, even equipped with some simple furniture and potted plants — a ’Restraint Room,’ that always emanated stable light from the divine rune suddenly extinguished.

The silhouette confined by several chains of pale gold runes, constantly struggling every second, fell eerily silent, only to continue its illogical Frenzy the next moment.

It was a shell that looked just like a Common person at first glance, but a brief contact would reveal its Core was filled with nothing but endless madness and chaos.

This shell was clad in worn-out clothes, no matter how many times replaced, had unruly black hair, constantly emitting hoarse roars, requiring no food, no water, zero physiological needs, yet with highly stable life signs.

If... it qualifies as ’Life.’

At least, in the eyes of the judges who only patrol every three days, this thing is just a pitiful freak, better off purified than locked here wasting resources.

Yet even the judges, extreme compared to other Believers, dare not flaunt the orders of Her Highness the Saintess and under the Pope, arbitrarily putting an end to this creature.

Let it be locked as it is; after all, here has been quiet for far too long, hearing something is better than nothing.

The custodian thought so.

But little did they know, after that brief moment of ’quietness,’ undetectable, some concept beyond Life has already awakened.

And the ’Shadow,’ vividly perceiving this occurrence, felt somewhat puzzled.

Why does the great master seem to resist something?

Why does the great master seem in great pain?

It is incomprehensible, unacceptable.

Even being just a Shadow, it cannot tolerate the great existence mapped onto this world suffering a bit of humiliation.

Why?

Why??

Why???

The loyal Shadow struggles hard, not needing to consciously abide by the master’s order, keeping strength maintained at an absolutely unbreakable level, because in this new environment, it cannot break free from this restraint.

But it’s alright!

This is, an honor!

It’s supreme glory!

It’s the master’s order!

Everything is so purposeful, logical.

The joy that loyalty feeds back fills the thin Divine Will of the Shadow, followed by uncontrollable rage!

Being a Shadow, it senses its master is in great pain!

Pain is persisting, spreading!

It doesn’t know why and cannot form any semblance of thought.

However, it doesn’t matter.

This is not something it should ponder.

Because the master won’t suffer any longer.

Feelings of unfathomable, attached to this existence, joy blankets the Shadow.

Soon...

What’s stored here will be taken from the master.

The worry-erasing, absolute, great, brain-shuddering—

Original Sin.

Chapter 1145: End

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