Four Split Personalities

"Pffhahahahaha, serving a sentence, serving...serving mourning...haha...sorry...it wasn’t intentional...pfft..."

[She’s laughing! She’s laughing hysterically!]

Motan’s expression instantly became extremely stiff, and in the next second, he sorrowfully covered Ji Xiaoge’s mouth and said, "I’m sorry, Sang brother, she doesn’t mean any harm, she just has a low threshold for laughter, you must believe me, because of a certain talent, I become weak when I lie in this game."

"Ah... it’s okay, I’m used to it... Xiao Lu has said that Miss Night Song is also a person of sentiment..."

A Sang quickly expressed that he didn’t mind at all, his tone full of resignation.

"Um, there’s something that I’m rather concerned about..."

Regardless of whether he truly cared, Motan felt that it was very necessary to express his concern at the moment, "Brother Sang, you mentioned a teacher earlier, if you’re talking about Mr. Long, I remember he never told Lujiang about you, is it because..."

"No need for formalities, just call me A Sang."

A Sang smiled and replied, "Probably because the teacher was worried that knowing about me would throw Lujiang into disarray, after all, the kid’s mental fortitude really isn’t that great. It’s obvious at a glance. Although the teacher has some understanding of us ’players,’ I still held back a bit when I told him. But of course, Lujiang has always known about my lingering in the past, he just pretends not to know because the teacher didn’t mention it."

Motan slightly nodded and softly said, "I see, so what was it that you wanted to find out from us before?"

"Oh no, I almost forgot."

A Sang appeared to slap his own forehead, then seriously said, "Since we’re all our own people here, there’s no need for beating around the bush. First, I’d like to understand exactly how you two appeared here, hmm, tell me in detail, the more the better."

Naturally, Motan would not refuse. He first dragged over a chair (and carefully wiped off the dust from it) and pressed the collapsed Ji Xiaoge onto it, and while following the suggestions from the friend messages to continue covering her small mouth, he explained to A Sang, "Actually, we’re both quite bewildered. To start from the beginning, we were in the Diesel Family’s Caselo Prairie..."

In the following five minutes, Motan explained as detailed as possible the entire process of how the two were transported here, and at A Sang’s request, he explained in detail the origin and purpose of Ji Xiaoge’s teleportation beacon, and verbally reviewed the item’s description from a player’s perspective, finally managing to clarify the whole ins and outs. Ji Xiaoge, who had at last stopped her hysterical laughter, also added a few words, leaving essentially no gaps.

"So that’s how it is...so that’s how it is..."

A Sang from over seventeen hundred years ago sat cross-legged on the carpet, continuously nodding his head as he thought deeply with furrowed brows, and finally let out a sigh, "I never would have thought that the emergency teleportation array I left at the Diesel Family last week could still operate. It seems my craftsmanship has somewhat improved."

Ji Xiaoge, now shaped like a feather ball on the chair, wrapped in her wings, curiously asked upon hearing this, "Huh? So A Sang, you have had dealings with the Diesel Family as well?"

"Well, half a month ago, or shall I say, nearly two thousand years ago in the normal timeline, I was on Caselo Prairie, hmm, they were the overlords there at that time,"

A Sang nodded and explained, "At that time, by a stroke of luck, I made the acquaintance of the Diesel Family head at that time. We got along quite well, so before I left, I set up an emergency teleportation array there, and in order to extend its shelf life, I even used some Sky Pillar Mountain arcane techniques. I think that’s why you were sent over here."

Ji Xiaoge, after having soaked up knowledge beside Luwei for a while, tilted her head in thought and guessed, "Could it be that the excess arcane power from the activation of the teleportation beacon interacted with the teleportation array, which was then misinterpreted as an activation signal by the maintenance-neglected array for thousands of years, using it as an energy source and layering it with a range teleportation, causing me not to return to Seventh Outer Mountain, but to appear here with Mor instead?"

A Sang frowned and said in a deep voice, "What does that mean?"

"Ah, meaning my teleportation device’s arcane power activated the array, leading to a misjudgment, and due to scale reasons, the former’s teleportation was overridden by the latter’s."

Ji Xiaoge stuck out her tongue and awkwardly smiled, "I accidentally got too technical. Teacher Luwei always likes me to memorize those terms, when I’m clearly suited for the arts."

"Hmm, understood, my conjecture is pretty much the same, although not as expertly worded as yours."

A Sang agreed with the girl’s assessment and then pondered, "The first question is now cleared up, so now, could I ask both of you to cooperate with me in an experiment~"

Motan and Ji Xiaoge exchanged a glance and concurrently said, "No problem."

"Thanks, just give me a couple of minutes."

A Sang smiled and then turned away from the magic power screens showing scenes of the future, bent over to pick up the thick, spine-covered book that had been thrown into the corner, and in one motion flung it into the air...

"Stagnation."

His expression turned serious as he extended his left hand and grasped at the air, fixing the writhing book at the center of a silver pentagram. Then he gently tapped his magic wand on the ground and murmured in a low voice, "Sfente Fei—Arcane Array: Peeling."

A multi-layered, light purple array suddenly appeared midair and, after spinning seemingly at random for a few seconds, burst forth beams of bright light, shining straight onto the struggling book and blasting a huge shadow off it.

"Mottled Sand, Devil Vine, Cursed Bee Oviposit, Tear Lizard Cornea..."

A Sang waved his hand casually, and the drawers of the cabinets on both sides of the room flew open violently. The four ingredients he named soared out and then steadily stopped above the contorted shadow.

"Skipping steps...forced alchemy..."

Holding the magic wand elevated, the ingredients, which had already melted into some kind of solution amid the flames, came pouring down, landing on the massive shadow with a harsh sizzling sound and produced a puff of mist as thin as a veil.

"Ah, right, if I use necromancy here—"

A Sang clicked his tongue, took out a ring named "Reverse Body Touch" from his pack, and slid it onto his pinky finger. He spread his hands and started to chant softly—

"Turn bones to ash...Detaining Spirits and Binding Souls...Damn, that’s creepy. From now on, no more worries or melancholy~ No need to leave it to fate every day~ Hakuna Matata~!"

Clearly, the incantation process was not very important to A Sang; even if he chanted haphazardly, he showed no concern about being backfired by the magic.

...

One minute later

"Sorry to keep you two waiting."

A Sang’s voice rang out again, he said with a beaming smile, "Now, please pick up that spiney book and gently touch its spine, and see if there’s any change."

Motan held back the eager Ji Xiaoge, saying ’I’ll do it,’ and walked slowly towards the ’trap book.’ He carefully picked it up and, as A Sang suggested, he gently ran his index finger along the spine.

The next second, the book, which opened in the middle with pages filled with spikes on both sides, instantly shuddered, and then those densely packed spikes swiftly retracted.

"Very good, I see it, quite successful."

A Sang’s excited voice resonated in the small workshop, he exclaimed loudly, "Now please close it and start flipping from the very front."

Motan nodded slightly and went back to Ji Xiaoge’s side to open the first page.

A Sang’s voice followed immediately, "What’s on it? The resolution is too low to see clearly."

"It says... uh... From now on, no more worries or melancholy..."

Ji Xiaoge blinked and read tentatively, "Then it’s ’No need to leave it to fate every day, Hakuna Matata.’"

"So that’s how it is, now close it again, and..."

The past A Sang nodded slightly, looking at the page with the still-wet African proverb, and tore it off...

"Open it again."

Chapter 571: The End