Four Split Personalities

"That man who exterminated an entire county of the Griffin Dynasty six months ago."

Motan sighed softly and said in a quiet voice, "A man who was previously unknown, but suddenly received the Oracle from the God of Dreams and once held the command of the southern part of the Dream Teaching Country."

Yu Chen did not speak, she just nodded gently.

Though she was a good girl, always able to see the good in people no matter who they were, it was hard to find any excuse for Ramollok’s previous cruel acts, and even though Motan could give Yu Chen an excuse from a strategic point of view, telling her that the person’s actions were not bloodthirsty but simply effective and ruthlessly decisive, he was not interested in doing so.

Because he knew very well, even in the peace of the moment, the man named Ramollok did not feel any unease over the blood on his hands; in fact, he was shockingly at ease.

In theory, every excellent commander has two sides: one in war, one outside war. Even Motan, after leaving the sand table, becomes quite sentimental.

Batti Arthur is the same. In the team battle finals, he showed no mercy because Liya Delin or Scarlett were pretty girls, extracting the limits from the Showering Snow Sword. After the match ended, his demeanor was seen by everyone and, frankly, it was a bit embarrassing.

But Ramollok is different. No matter from which perspective you look, that man is very ’consistent inside and out’!

And this ’consistency inside and out’ is the source of Motan’s fear.

"Hmm, it’s really a good excuse~"

After a brief silence, Yu Chen suddenly smiled and softly said to the puzzled Motan, "Since you don’t want to be friends with him, then I don’t want too much contact with the Ramollok Chief Priest either."

Motan’s face looked even more puzzled, and after reflecting for a while he asked, "Is... it an excuse?"

"Yes, it’s an excuse."

Yu Chen nodded vigorously, then smiled sweetly, "Because disliking someone is really hard."

"It’s not hard at all."

At this moment, Luna, sitting next to Yu Chen, suddenly muttered sleepily, "For example, I really dislike how Hei Fan always wants me to waste time sleeping."

Motan: "..."

Yu Chen: "Pff~"

The two exchanged smiles.

...

Ten minutes later, all the contestants had completed the draw, and during this process, Fyari, Elisa, and Black gradually came over here, intending to watch the competition with Motan and keep an eye on those particularly worthy opponents. The Ascetic Tom and the Spurada Archbishop did not come over, seemingly wanting to leave space for the young people.

Luna was simply introduced to everyone by Motan and Yu Chen as a friend, and Fyari and Elisa both seemed to really like this slightly offbeat girl.

As for the Sun Saint Son, who had met Luna once, he came forward warmly to say hello, "It’s great to see you again, Luna Lynch sister."

Luna: "Who are you?"

Black: "..."

The child was genuinely bewildered at the time.

Elisa didn’t stop laughing.

"Luna!"

Yu Chen quickly grabbed Luna and whispered in her ear, "It’s the Sun Sect’s Noon Black Holy Child! He even made a bottle of Holy Water for you before, like helping you refine the... um, the what..."

"The ’withered’ and ’hallucination’ effects of the Odium Evil Mushroom."

Luna said earnestly, then turned dazedly to the Sun Saint Son, who was bitterly smiling, "Um... Noon Black..."

Her expression was identical to Yu Chen’s when she couldn’t recall what ’Odium Evil Mushroom’ was called.

Elisa laughed louder.

Fyari did not laugh, but her eyes shone brightly, as she had heard from Yu Chen about the original alchemical products [Revitalizing Powder] and [Death Dust], looking at Luna not as a person, but as a... walking cash cow.

In any case, after a round of twists, Black was reintroduced to Luna, and at that moment the competition officially began, everyone quickly pulled themselves together, focusing their gaze on the [Diamond Seven] magic crystal screen slowly rotating in mid-air for broadcasting.

The main broadcaster for the system is a lively young girl with blue hair; according to the information provided by Fyari, she seems to be the vice president of the student council at [Dan Slave Military Academy].

In any case, this vice-president lady would choose ten matches to be randomly broadcast based on the contestants’ fame, the intensity of the competition, her mood, and a series of factors, and would communicate with the judges responsible for those matches to assist them in synchronizing with the camera view through messaging magic.

And at this moment, in the most prominent number one broadcast screen—

[Tsk, I knew it.]

Watching Ramollok’s 1920*1080 resolution face alongside his companions, Motan sighed internally, not feeling the slightest surprise.

With no need for excessive introductions, the single line [No. 13: Dream Teaching Country Exchange Group - Ramollok] at the bottom of the No. 1 broadcast screen was enough to make everyone boil over.

"Ramollok! Ramollok from the Dream Teaching Country!"

"Oh my god! Why didn’t I bump into him during the preliminary selection!"

"Can it be true!? Is it really that Ramollok?"

"Oh, looks rather handsome; I thought he might have three heads, be eight feet tall, and eat people!"

"Hey, hey, what’s up with you looking all disappointed?"

"This kind of person isn’t a race contestant?"

"Crazy, crazy!"

Filled with ongoing exclamations, complaints, and gasps, the audience seats were tumultuous.

And all those contestants ranked behind number 60 also showed a ’wow’ expression, looking very unsettled.

Drawn to number 75, Batti Arthur slumped back into his chair, terrified, knowing that he had just watched the man with no less than five-digit death toll conversations with the Dawn Sect’s representative, now just clutching Lainan’s hand grateful to be alive, his mind blank.

And as the chief director, [Dan Slave Military Academy]’s student council vice-president Qian Niao Yao noticed this uproar immediately, satisfied, she curled her lips, and then began yelling through the communication link at the two referees responsible for Ramollok’s match.

Due to proximity, Motan could see a young female judge at zone seven nodding like a chick pecking rice, awkwardly operating the equipment in front, resulting in her little hand on the desk suddenly slipping, her whole body making a ’bang’ as she collided with the screen before her, causing the image on the number one broadcast screen to blur for at least three seconds.

"That young girl seems clumsy, but she’s pretty cute."

Elisa elegantly crossed her legs and gave a fair assessment, while Black, sitting in her arms, struggled and blushed as he nodded.

Motan, smiling, glanced at Yu Chen: "Seems like someone I know."

"If you don’t mean ’being pretty cute’."

Yu Chen grabbed Motan’s arm, flashing her teeth jokingly as if threatening, "I’ll bite you."

And Fyari Graham had an expression as if she’d seen a ghost, after a brief pause, she exclaimed, "Damn! Isn’t that someone? Why’s she out here as a referee!?"

"Who?"

Now everyone turned their gaze to the wealth saintess, who was now wide-eyed.

"Teresa! Teresa Tarosa! Champion of the last [Warfire League], a fourth-year student at [Dan Slave Military Academy]."

Fyari suddenly stood up from the back row, pressing on Motan’s shoulders, leaned forward desperately towards zone seven, looking at the girl frantically apologizing to the referee partner, her mouth opened as if she could swallow an egg—

"She wasn’t like this originally! I remember this girl was quite aggressive four years ago!"

Chapter 1266: End

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