Four Split Personalities

Holy Calendar Year 9571, Month of Crimson, Prayer Day 9

Game Time PM14:27

Academy City Central District, Dan Slave Military Academy [Warfire League] Event Site

Amidst the deafening cries of ghostly wails and howling wolves from all directions, two powerful lines suddenly appeared on the No. 1 broadcast screen—

[College of Divine Radiance] Sixth-grade student, Richard Ryan, defeated, operational goal completely failed, remaining forces under command: 11.5%

[Dream Teaching Country Delegation] Ramollok, victory, operational goal not achieved, remaining forces under command: 18.7%

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"Ha~"

Sweating profusely, Richard staggered, seemingly exhausted, and fell heavily back onto his chair, gasping for breath, while the counselor beside him collapsed to the ground without any image, drenched in sweat, as if just retrieved from water.

"This is completely cheating..."

During the last ten minutes, having almost taken care of all the details for Richard, the advisor, who issued no less than twenty instruction cards in support, angrily pounded the floor and said furiously, "If such a thing happened anywhere other than the simulation platform, if it was on a real battlefield, that guy absolutely couldn’t have deceived everyone to come here and eliminate us so smoothly! He would have been torn apart by his own comrades before he broke through our positions!"

Richard wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead with his hand, then tossed a cloth to his friend, retorting irritably, "Don’t talk nonsense, I can’t believe you didn’t notice that the reason Ramollok the Chief Priest played this way was precisely because this is the ’simulation platform’ and not the ’real battlefield’. If it were the real deal... he certainly wouldn’t play like that."

"That’s exactly why I said he’s cheating!"

The counselor slapped his knee angrily and shouted, "Winning by exploiting loopholes is no skill at all! Damn it, did he really not cheat? We tried so many moves, not a single one worked!"

Richard pressed his knee firmly, standing up with a detached feeling, forcing a smile while fighting the dizziness, "He wasn’t cheating, not to mention those unavoidable leaks on the simulation platform; even I, someone who often interns at the military academy, should know these better than Ramollok, yet did you see me exploiting them?"

"Haha, you are of high right."

"Bullshit, I just don’t have the brain for it!"

Richard kicked his partner lying on the ground and smirked, "Honestly, even if I’m not entirely convinced, I think we lost fairly. Let’s go."

With that, he stepped forward, heading to the central zone where the core components of the sand table were located.

"Alright, alright, if you say it’s fair, it’s fair. Well, anyway, I feel quite aggrieved... ouch!"

The advisor stood up shakily, following Richard out, but unexpectedly, Richard suddenly came to an abrupt stop, nearly causing a collision.

Before the advisor could complain, he suddenly saw a somewhat familiar figure dressed in a silver coat approaching the stage with a clean smile that felt like a spring breeze.

Who was that?

Just as this thought appeared in his mind, he heard Richard ahead of him mumble in a trembling voice—

"Ramo...lok?"

Ramollok?

Oh my God, Ramollok!?

The advisor was initially stunned, then completely dumbfounded, staring blankly at the man who had already walked to the main sand table, with a pair of slender, smiling eyes that seemed to be smiling forever. It took him a full five seconds to finally grasp reality.

This is indeed Ramollok!

No doubt it’s Ramollok!

But the problem was, why didn’t Ramollok come from the opposite room but instead from the contestant area?

For a moment, the counselor’s thoughts descended into chaos, but amid this chaos, he vaguely glimpsed the truth—a terrifying truth that filled him with fear and amazement!

He remembered telling Richard about the information he had seen during the tenth minute after the match started, when he went out to input instruction cards and saw the opponent’s advisor holding two big stacks of instruction cards, standing dumbly in front of the main sand table.

Neither of them paid much attention at the time; after all, during the competition, the person might have been out to swap instruction cards due to some official issue, and even with other reasons, Richard and the counselor were busy fortifying their positions, unable to pay attention to anything else.

However, at this moment, Ramollok, clearly coming from the contestant side, had already unraveled the mystery with his actions.

A chilling mystery.

"Mr. Ramollok..."

Richard, with a face turned pale unknowingly, stiffly smiled, grasping Ramollok’s extended right hand, his voice dry as he said, "Thank you for your guidance, I’m wholeheartedly convinced..."

"Heh."

Ramolok just chuckled, then turned to ask Karouz Webb, who seemed to have seen a ghost, "Sorry, Mr. Referee, if possible, may I borrow a few minutes to speak with Mr. Richard alone?"

Obviously, Ramollok was well aware that the two referees would take at least five minutes to complete operations like ’erasing instruction cards’, ’storing recordings’, and ’resetting the magic sand table’, so he made such a request.

Karouz glanced at Teresa, and upon seeing her engrossed in perusing the instruction cards, he immediately ceased holding any hope, then took it upon himself to nod and say, "Of course, Chief Priest Ramollok, but please try not to take too long, as there are players waiting to compete afterward."

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