Four Split Personalities

"Anyway, due to the continuous impact of the Pseudo-space-time flow, the time after my ’accident’ has always been in the past, specifically, before Holy Calendar Year 9571 in The Realm of Innocence. Each stay in one place wouldn’t last too long, a short as three to five minutes or as long as no more than half a month, with no pattern, uncontrollable, making for a very poor gaming experience."

A Sang sighed, tiredly saying, "I’ve been swept up into countless incidents, carried guns for the Violet Empire, brawled for the Diesel Family, drank water under Duan Tou Cliff, moved bricks in the City of Freedom, swam in Nismonte, streaked in the Ashen Valleys, sold vegetables at Pamira Harbor, and ate chaff in Ondshale... Most of the time I was just an inconspicuous nobody. Heck, how powerful can a newbie gamer be just a few days after diving in? If it weren’t for the fact that players don’t need to eat, I would have definitely spent the first month of this game begging for food, how unfortunate..."

[Cordova would probably have a lot to talk about with you and develop an inseparable friendship.]

Motan couldn’t help but sneer inwardly.

Meanwhile, Ji Xiaoge looked on with particularly sympathetic eyes... at the surrounding air, muttering, "It must have been tough for you, indeed."

"Ha-ha, it was just a casual remark, it’s not really that tragic after all, especially since I have some unique advantages."

A Sang laughed, and although he knew Motan and Ji Xiaoge couldn’t see him, he still patted the big book at his waist and grinned, "Because I disclosed my identity as an ’Otherworlder’ to Teacher Long right from the start, he took me as an Apprentice and especially gave me a book called ’Continental General History’. Of course, it’s not the kind of book you find in ordinary circulation. Strictly speaking, it belongs more to the nature of ’internal archive of the Sky Pillar Mountain neutral organization’, a brilliant thing authored by Absi Diacard, the fifth-ranked High-level Observer who’s how many ages old, describing the history of the Innocent Continent from more than twenty thousand years before the Holy Calendar right up to the present. Its credibility is one hundred percent. Even though it has reading permissions, anyone who is ’part of Sky Pillar Mountain’ can view it. This copy in my hand spans from year 0 of the Holy Calendar to 9571, originally given by Teacher Long for this Otherworlder to understand general knowledge. But now, this thing has turned into something of a ’survival guide’ of sorts."

Ji Xiaoge tilted her head, not quite following, "So why would a history book become a survival guide?"

"Ever read web novels?"

Motan looked at the winged beauty beside him, whose intelligence seemed to have temporarily short-circuited, with a smile, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Why do you think those ’Reborn as XXX’ protagonists are so powerful? It’s hard for a person familiar with history to have a hard time if they go back ’into history.’ Setting aside fictional elements, just remember the winners of the World Cup every four years, spend all you’ve got on betting once, and you can live comfortably for several lifetimes. Although we players aren’t locals and don’t know much about the history of The Realm of Innocence, A Sang here with ’Continental General History’ won’t be at a disadvantage."

[Sorry, Cordova... he’s not quite like you...]

After saying this, Motan silently added another line in his heart. He was quite concerned and remorseful about the fact that he had twice intentionally tried to kill Cordova while being in a state of ’Chaotic Neutral’.

"Mor is right; I mostly relied on this ’Continental General History’ to survive at first, for the very reasons he mentioned, to seek gains and avoid harms."

A Sang smiled proudly, then spoke seriously, "Until now, when I have gained a bit of strength myself, I have started to consider whether I could find a way to go back. But that Pseudo-space-time flow is always elusive, completely random without a single sign. Frankly, it wouldn’t be surprising if I were thrown back five hundred years ago in the next second, so progress has been very slow."

"Until we appeared?"

Ji Xiaoge’s eyes suddenly lit up with a smile, happily saying, "We must have been a help to you, right?"

But Motan sharply caught the information in A Sang’s last sentence, hesitantly saying, "Wait, when you say progress has been very slow, in other words, that means there has been some progress, right?"

"That’s right, there has been some progress, and indeed you guys have really helped a lot this time."

A Sang continued to record his voice in the ’Voice Conch,’ simultaneously ordering Tower Spirit Dora Beauty to set a delay of one thousand seven hundred and fifty years for playback, and chuckled, "After a series of experiments, I made a hypothesis some time ago. That is, the Pseudo-space-time flow isn’t just targeted at me; in fact, my very existence possesses the power of Pseudo-space-time flow. The logic behind this is very complex, I won’t go into details now, but in short, after discovering this, I established a kind of Mage Tower known as the ’Timing Tower,’ one of which is where you find yourselves now."

Motan nodded slightly, following the train of thought, "You want to verify whether the Pseudo-space-time flow can affect creations that possess your power?"

"Exactly, every ’Timing Tower’ is entirely my creation, every brick and tile built by my own hands. Even the Mana Pool is made and charged by me without any external assistance."

A Sang casually affirmed, then helplessly continued, "At first, I also wondered whether these ’Timing Towers,’ at least the one I was in when thrown into another time, would be transported with me. But the fact proved that it was a ridiculous idea. Even if my power indeed resides in them, the Pseudo-space-time flow would only whisk me away alone. So I thought my idea was wrong until just now..."

"We’ve come! Ah, sorry..."

Ji Xiaoge slapped Motan’s thigh forcefully, then realizing it, slapped her own thigh even harder, exclaiming loud, "And now, you from the past can talk to us!"

"Talking with smart people really is a relief; it’s great you can keep up with the brainstorm."

A Sang took a deep breath, grinning, "That’s right, although the method is primitive and difficult to watch, we’re indeed having a conversation across one thousand seven hundred and fifty years. For some reason, that even I can’t understand, several arcane surveillance Arrays that haven’t been maintained for nearly two thousand years have detected you and fed the images back to the ’past,’ that is, to me right now. Just now, I used the ’Voice Conchs’ I had deceptively acquired from those eastern seafood and connected them to the surveillance Arrays, embedding several modified Voice Conchs into the walls of this room. I’ve successfully established communication. The fact that these theoretically impossible operations are feasible indicates nothing other than the ’Timing Tower’s’ influence by the Pseudo-space-time flow."

"Incredible... If we set aside the element of games, for something like this to happen in a logically consistent world... it really is incredible."

Motan looked around the small workshop that had been ravaged by the passage of time, picturing ’past’ A Sang sitting here, conversing with ’future’ them in front of a warm fireplace, and couldn’t help feeling a bizarre sense of dislocation, exclaiming sincerely, "This truly is amazing."

"Yes, yes."

Ji Xiaoge nodded vigorously like a pecking chicken, while restlessly rocking her chair, she inquired, "Then what was that ’book flipping experiment’ we just helped you with, what’s it for? Is it related to that Pseudo-space-time flow too?"

"It’s related if you say it is, and it isn’t if you say it isn’t."

A Sang waved his hand casually, summoning the composite book he’d just painstakingly modified to his grasp, speaking softly, "The ’experiment’ just now has nothing to do with the ’Timing Tower,’ because the two key materials of this book are not my original creations. What I wanted you to help test..."

"Was whether your actions in the ’past’ could affect the ’future,’ right?"

Motan gripped the dusty book in his hands, admiration filling his eyes...

"I think you’ve done it."

Chapter 572: The End