Four Split Personalities

As for Motan...

"Heh, you can rest easy."

With exceptional ease, he leaned back against the chair, casually patting Laisa’s thigh while chuckling, "I am a man who has personally tasted the flames of hell. Mere mortal-level ’bad cooking skills’ are not even worth mentioning to me. Even if you confused salt for sugar, or mistakenly poured soy sauce instead of white vinegar, as long as the impact is less than that of 31gTNT, my taste buds won’t be shaken in the slightest."

Halfway through their walk, Wei Yang looked back in confusion and asked, "What is ’31 grams TNT equivalent’?"

Jun Wu, who had some knowledge in this area, gave a dry laugh and explained, "It refers to the power of an explosion. Simply put, the force of a nuclear weapon’s explosion is roughly equivalent to 20 million tons of TNT, and the 31 grams TNT equivalent he just mentioned... Hmm, it’s about the power of an anti-infantry mine’s explosion."

"You keep boasting."

Wei Yang made a face at Motan, clearly not taking that grand truth seriously, which any discerning reader would know.

Motan did not explain, simply adopting the demeanor of a transcendent hermit, continuing to stroke Laisa’s smooth thigh.

Just then, when Wei Yang was about to head to the kitchen to whip up something fierce for Motan to try, a bustling figure suddenly rushed in from outside, clutching a flyer and shouting, "I heard you’re hiring, is that true?"

"Hmm?"

"Eh?"

"Wow!"

Wei Yang, Jun Wu, Motan, and a dozen other customers all turned their heads simultaneously towards the newcomer at the entrance, who evidently had no clue how tricky the place was.

It was a lively-looking human girl with fine features and a pair of rare icy blue eyes. Her soft black hair was simply tied into a ponytail, and she wore a warm-colored short top with a long skirt, not particularly glamorous but giving off an extremely comfortable vibe.

"I’m sorry, we’ve already hired someone not long ago."

Jun Wu, as the boss here, naturally had to respond and immediately stood up, smiling apologetically at the young girl, thinking, ’Wow, this girl is pretty handsome!’

"Although we’re not in a rush to hire anymore, how about you have a drink so the trip isn’t wasted?"

Wei Yang called out to the girl with particular friendliness, thinking, ’Wow, this girl is pretty handsome!’

"How about joining our table, miss? I’ll treat."

The Bovine Demi-human guy who had previously been served plain water laughed and thought, ’Wow, this girl is pretty handsome!’

Motan regarded the vibrant and pretty girl with an unfathomable, wry smile on his face, thinking, ’Wow, I freaking know this girl~’

Indeed, even though it had been over three months since they last saw each other, Motan naturally recognized the girl who had actively served as his deputy in the Misha County incident. Just a few days ago, they had chatted via friend messages – although it was mostly her flirtations and inquiries about Yu Chen’s and his own progress, it was enough to prove their closeness.

Without a doubt, even if he consolidated the relationships from all his personas, ’Feather Song’ was definitely among the few with whom Motan had the best rapport in The Realm of Innocence. Although they hadn’t shared a #& moment, they had at least shared the camaraderie of fighting side by side. Excluding the circle of real-life friends led by Yi Dong, and putting aside the mess with Double Leaf, Feather Song was unquestionably one of Motan’s best online friends.

Of course, the character sitting here now was ’Tan Mo’ instead of ’Hei Fan,’ so this familiarity was one-sided. For the current persona of Motan, the level of a ’good online friend’ was essentially the same as nothing – let alone an online game, even his real-life best friend Yi Dong had already been tricked by Motan’s current self many times.

[...Heh, well, I don’t dislike such developments.]

Motan absentmindedly traced Laisa’s stocking with his fingernail, watching the door with intrigue as Feather Song entered, the corners of his mouth lifting in an obscure smirk.

"You... stop messing around!"

Laisa’s face turned red as she swatted away Motan’s hand then quietly grabbed his hand that had been pushed aside, holding it tightly and whispered, "Are you interested in that girl?"

Clearly, Laisa, who had been in close contact with Motan for some time, had developed a certain understanding of him.

At least that’s what she thought...

"A little."

Motan smiled slyly.

"You... Can’t you be a little more serious!"

Laisa scrunched up her nose, her slightly reddened cute face unbeknownst to enthralled many customers nearby.

Meanwhile, Feather Song bounded over to Wei Yang with a giggle, waving the flyer in her hand: "Don’t say that, sister. An offer of one silver coin for food and accommodation is already low enough. How about this; if you let me stay, you don’t even have to give me the silver coin. Just food and lodging is fine."

[This woman... is pretty daring...]

Motan was rarely surprised, for he knew very well how much Feather Song treasured money. She was the type who would even contemplate selling her roommate’s underwear for the maintenance fee of a weapon, and had initially joined the Misha County joint forces for the sake of the mission reward. Such a person now willing to work without pay...