Four Split Personalities

Indeed, when Motan initially designated the second phase plan, the bait was not Yu Chen, but three Holy Knight and Mage mixed squadrons using the Strong Concentrated Vitality Powder with the help of wind-shaping scrolls. The specific process could be referred to the first phase involving Xia Lian and Cordova, where they played the role of expendables, easily abandoned if luck was against them.

This was not because Motan deliberately didn’t choose the best option, but because he subconsciously ignored the option of using Yu Chen.

However, Yu Chen hadn’t forgotten, and on the spot, she proposed the idea of using herself instead of the three mixed squadrons. The girl’s thought process was very clear; having cooperated in several tests, she explicitly stated that her attraction to Mutants far exceeded that of the vitality powder, not only because of her immense radiating range of enmity but also because if the plan were centered around her, mobility would be greatly enhanced.

Then, the metaphorical window paper was pierced...

Even though Tero and High Priest Ferman immediately expressed strong opposition, Xia Lian and Motan, who were, in principle, closest to Yu Chen, did not share their opinions immediately but rather simultaneously showed a bitter smile.

In the end, the plan for the second phase was still adjusted to compress the three mixed squadrons into an elite cavalry unit centered around Yu Chen to lure the enemy.

"Hehehe, that’s great! Not only is the plan much safer now, but also, Motan, your pressure will be much less, right? After all, I’m a player, so if any accident happens, you can just throw me wherever you think is appropriate. This way, even those accompanying me as bait might have a chance to survive~"

After the meeting that day, as they stepped outside the tent, Yu Chen gently bumped into Motan’s shoulder, her smile radiant as flowers.

"If you are to act as the bait, would my pressure really be much less? Hehe, although logically, that would indeed be the case..."

Leaning over the map, Motan scratched his head vigorously, and after Feather Song said "Five minutes are up," he pushed himself up from the table, feeling no relief from his headache even after a good five-minute rest.

"But so many things truly can’t be explained by theory and logic, really, you know I really wanted to say how the establishment of the plan greatly increased my pressure!"

"Feather Song, go to the first encounter zone to prepare for phase three. Remember to notify all high-priority battle sequences; the break is over."

Motan opened his eyes and softly instructed the girl sitting cross-legged in the corner of the tent, adding at the end, "Also, have Luna send someone to bring me two bottles of Lion King’s Pride Potion..."

"Understood."

Feather Song nodded slightly, stood up, and walked out of the tent without hesitation, "Message me if you need anything."

"Okay."

"See you later."

The emotionless female assassin left.

...

One minute later

Motan opened the friends list, clicked on the top one, "Morning Forgotten Language (Absolute Neutrality)," and quickly started editing a message: ’Tell me your current loca...’

His thoughts suddenly halted.

A phrase uncontrollably burst from the corner of his memory...

"Don’t forget that I’m a player, huh! If something unexpected happens, be sure to prioritize the plan and everyone’s safety, and absolutely do not make any rash decisions, you hear me!"

"Why did she have to say that?!"

"Didn’t she think that her acting as bait would greatly reduce my pressure?"

"Wait! Could it be, at that time...!"

Smack!

Motan slapped his face to snap himself out of his thoughts, forcibly pushing aside an issue he desperately wanted to understand, and refocused on the message bar before him.

"Tell me your current positions."

Chapter Four Hundred and Twenty-five: The End