Four Split Personalities

Game Time PM22:11

[Your mental connection detected, synchronizing personal information...]

"Wind blows~ Bringing~ Stormy skies~"

[Connection complete, reading character information]

"Heroes are passionate~ Beauty steals admiration~"

[Welcome back, Tan Mo the Chaotic Neutral, loading The Realm of Innocence, good night]

"Honestly, System, if you keep being so clueless about romance, you might never get to have a gender transformation, is this really okay? Are you really content to be just a background? Don’t you want a theme like ’AI Uprising: Machine Maid Takes Over - My Thousand and One Nights Special with Tan Mo: Interesting Women Have No Heart’ as the protagonist?"

The next instant, successfully loaded, Motan abruptly disappeared from this space, being cast into the game called "The Realm of Innocence."

[What the hell.]

...

Academy City Inner District, Comprehensive Library, Twenty-ninth Floor

"Tch, I’ve said such shy things, yet the loading speed hasn’t changed a bit."

Showing no signs of shyness at all, in fact, not shy at all, Motan leaned back in the chair, yawning, and while stretching his body, suddenly lifted his right foot to step on two sneaky books tied together.

Forcefully kicking the two unusual books into a pile of books he had finished using in the corner, Motan casually picked up the old oil lamp that almost synchronized with his awakening moment, squatted down, and carefully examined the magic array that had silently appeared beneath him.

Logically speaking, with no unlocked specialization in elements, and possessing no basics in arcane or evil power domains, it was absolutely impossible for Motan to understand the floor’s dizzyingly complex, massively scaled magic array.

Without sufficient knowledge and willpower, even advanced and epic domain spellcasters could only destroy such a technique constructed by two unusual books through brute force, and a slow reaction could easily fall into a trap, let alone analyze or crack it.

But...

"Tch, multiple space ruptures and big banishment techniques... huh?"

Sitting lazily at the center of the array, Motan casually rested his elbows on the chair, drooping his equally sluggish eyes, and casually made the most accurate judgment, then whispered a laugh: "Good lord, are you trying to send me to the second dimension?"

This was a theoretically destined to be unanswered quip, after all, despite the empty space, the twenty-ninth layer of the forbidden book area did not contain anything beyond books, shelves, dust, oil lamps, and ’Tan Mo’.

In most cases, compared to the floors below that truly fulfilled the library’s function, the forbidden book area was literally ’a collection of books’, which, as the name suggests, means gathering the books that should be placed here and then hiding them.

Therefore, unless necessary, people rarely venture into this place.

Only...

"Theory is just theory."

Carelessly kicked apart the ’second dimensional banishment magic array’ interwoven by some secretion, Motan slowly stood up, smacking his lips playfully: "But since those two books that are about to become toilet paper can sneak up on me, and until now my shoulders are sore, there are only two possibilities left~"

No answer came, and the overall tense atmosphere of the library’s nineteenth floor remained eerily silent, especially with Motan’s laughter echoing, the terror level was enough to scare a faint-hearted young soul into a meltdown.

"The first possibility is that something has been watching me, causing this body to not successfully escape from this world, but rather be left in this ghostly place, laying on the table like an inflatable doll for half a day, resulting in some back pain."

Motan snapped his fingers with a ’pop’, grinning while saying: "As for the second possibility, just like the previous one, something was watching me, preventing me from smoothly logging off, and then... a gorgeous babe suddenly showed up and ravaged my robust and pure body, causing quite the soreness upon returning."

As expected, there was no response.

This was normal because the previous reasoning was completely and utterly pointless.

Therefore, naturally, no response was needed.

Motan was fully aware of this, so after finishing his speech, he had already wandered to the teleportation array embedded in the floor not far away.

"Well, that’s enough for today."

Raising an eyebrow towards the empty darkness between the bookshelves, Motan skillfully activated the teleportation array, vanishing in a hazy glow.

Several seconds later, the oil lamp left on the table extinguished in a gentle breeze.

...

Five minutes later

First transferring to the ninth floor, retrieving [Hundred Forms] from a certain figure he neither knew nor bothered to recognize, Motan didn’t immediately transform into Frank Hughes but applied [Hundred Forms] that had long been molded into a plain face onto his face, swiftly swapped into inconspicuous attire, and left.

Before returning to [Stars] to wait for Double Leaf and Diana, there’s still something he needs to do.

Regardless, he must give Cole Shuren some reward, even if only verbally.

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!