Four Split Personalities

The duty of the guard is to watch over Buffy Marshall.

The guard is well aware that the room is now completely empty.

The guard also knows that the person in that cell should be Buffy Marshall.

Yet no one feels anything is amiss.

Everyone meticulously watches that cell because Buffy Marshall is supposedly in there, and their task is to guard this notorious Duke, even though... it’s empty inside.

This is so similar to Cole Shuren’s past experience.

"It’s the whisper~"

Motan curled his lips and murmured quietly, "It’s the power of the whisper, it can only be the power of the whisper."

Cole widened his eyes in surprise and hurriedly asked, "Sir, the whisper you mentioned, could it be the one Dave was part of...?"

"Exactly, it’s the organization Dave belonged to back in the day, the Whisper Sect that worships the Evil God."

Motan nodded lightly and said blandly, "To my knowledge, the Whisper Sect differs from other heretical churches that have appeared on the mainland over the centuries. Regardless of scale, strength, heritage, influence, or breadth, it is quite vast, even surpassing some smaller sects that, although worship proper deities, don’t have many believers. All in all, it’s a very interesting organization."

Cole’s gaze instantly turned sharp, for in the ’Hero Dave’ incident, he and Little Ai could almost be considered victims of the Whisper Sect. Rona and Rada could be said to have been directly killed by them, and this hatred has not faded even after following Motan for months.

"In short, the influence of the whispers is the root cause of this abnormality in you."

Motan lowered his gaze to the butterfly knife flipping between his fingers and said calmly, "Plus, the element of someone disguising themselves as ’Mor’ to replace you at that dinner just struck me as someone I seemed to have had minor dealings with before."

Cole nodded, asking without hesitation, "Who is that... person?"

"I don’t know."

Motan shrugged, speaking freely, "Everything about them, name, appearance, gender, is a mystery. In fact, for a long time, my deadpan partner and I believed the person assisting Buffy Marshall to break through was a team. But now it seems reality aligns more with our other hypothesis."

"Another hypothesis is...?"

"A person, one with intelligence, meticulousness, cunning, and deep scheming, who does things flawlessly. Besides all these qualities, he probably possesses the ability to change his appearance."

"Change his appearance? Are you saying that person owns something akin to [Hundred Forms]...?"

Cole was astonished, for as a thief, the value of something like [Hundred Forms] could almost equal a divine artifact, and he found it hard to imagine such a thing was as common as cabbage.

"No, no, no."

Motan, however, shook his head, squinting his eyes slightly, "If our judgment is correct, the equipment or skills that person possesses are likely far superior to [Hundred Forms]. Beyond altering appearance and traits, I suspect they could even change race and gender at will."

Cole was so shocked he could barely speak, after all...

"Such things might be far beyond the comprehension of a countryside thief like you, but Mr. Cole, I don’t want you to remain someone who knows less than they have hair."

Motan gently patted Cole’s shoulder and blinked, "Broaden your horizon, the world is full of mesmerizing mysteries and wonders. If you and Little Ai always remain stuck in low-level ideas like bumpkins, I’d be very disappointed."

"Yes, sir!"

Cole pressed his lips together and nodded heavily.

The power of the whisper, the ability to freely change identities, combined with a meticulous executor, should be an undetectable perfect plan.

Motan took a deep breath and a subtle, unreadable smile appeared at the corner of his lips, "It’s just a pity, I didn’t follow the script and return to [Stars] after retrieving Hundred Forms; on a whim, I came to find you and unintentionally created a huge leak."

Cole immediately caught on, following Motan’s train of thought, "Sir, do you mean that if that heretic’s plan had gone smoothly, you would not be able to discover the abnormalities on me and Miss Liz? But because you came suddenly..."

"So we have about a fifty percent chance to regain control of this game."

Motan pushed Cole back to the chair behind him, laying comfortably back on a recliner on the other side of the fireplace, crossing his legs with a smile, "Perhaps this will be a gamble filled with risks, but unfortunately, we have no choice, as the other side is far more prepared than I expected."

Cole’s thoughts did not linger on the word ’risk’ for even a second, but instead asked without hesitation, "What do I need to do, sir?"

"You need to forget some things. Of course, this process might physically strain your body, whether physically or mentally."

Motan answered frankly, with a smile, "In a few minutes, I will call Liz down, and through some methods only Blood Seekers can use, you’ll fall into confusion. Given that her body is still in the recovery phase, simply put, her strength would be greatly diminished. Therefore, during this process, you cannot resist at all. Let me be clear, the sensation may not be pleasant, even quite painful."

Cole still expressed no hesitation, "No problem, sir."

"Excellent."

Motan smiled, raising an index finger and gently shaking it, "After that, I will implant some suggestions into your highly chaotic state. If everything goes well, given the knowledge I have accumulated over the years and a few useful skills, there’s a good chance I can plant a ’suggestion’ in your mind."

"Suggestion?"

"Yes, if it goes smoothly, you will forget that I returned here, and the memory gap from that time will be filled through a method similar to hypnosis. In short, in Cole Shuren’s memory, I never came back."

Cole took a deep breath, "I understand, sir."

"That’s all the preparation work."

Motan laughed slightly, lazily stretching his body, "Then, things will have two possible directions. Firstly, if that person detects my return, say he’s lurking outside the door or has ’eyes’ watching this place, we’re just flirting with a blind person, continuing to be manipulated by the established rhythm. Even if it all goes to hell in the end, it wouldn’t be surprising."

Cole frowned slightly, swallowed, and continued, "Then, what about the other situation?"

"The other situation would be that the other party has not detected this, and the scheduled time to overwrite whispers on you again comes after I leave. If that’s the case, my recent arrangements won’t be revealed."

Motan shrugged, spreading his hands, "In short, no matter the result, I will make an effort to facilitate a second ’meeting,’ with some arrangements. If that person pretends to be you again in front of me..."

At this point, a frenzied killing intent flashed in Motan’s eyes.

"I’m always lenient with myself, but never willing to give others a second chance, especially since the seriousness of this matter has exceeded the threshold."

"Sir..."

"I will make him pay, if this patched-up plan can fortunately proceed smoothly, if I can pull it off."

Motan licked his lips, laughing arrogantly.

"Cheating has never been solely one person’s privilege."

Chapter 1158: The End

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