Four Split Personalities

"Not exactly a boyfriend, to be accurate, she’s his unrequited love."

Motan burst out laughing, casually pulled out a delicately designed small jar from his bag, showed it to Double Leaf, and then shook it vigorously, "Cole liked someone who’s already dead, her soul is in this jar. The reason that kid has stuck with me until now is part admiration, part wanting to resurrect the girl he likes."

Double Leaf stared blankly at Motan. "So, he’s willing to be your lackey just to bring back the genie in this pot??"

"Let’s not discuss why there’s a genie in the pot." Motan shrugged, hugged the [Soul Extraction Vial] in his arms, patted it twice, and laughed, "That’s pretty much it."

Double Leaf humphed, "She’s dead, wouldn’t being with Little Ai be good? That kid is just being sentimental."

"That’s not quite right."

Motan shook his head, grinning, "While I don’t know what kind of person this girl really was, there are indeed some in this world who are worth the undying adoration of fools. Of course, if the person in this pot was someone like you, my two lackeys would probably have gotten together a long time ago."

Double Leaf nonchalantly tugged Motan’s hair, "Don’t call her a lackey, and stop changing the subject. Go on."

"It was you who sidetracked first~"

Motan put the vial containing Rona’s soul back into his bag and continued with all seriousness, "In short, according to that big shot who ranks second in the ranking, the unlucky guy I stabbed to death in Pato City was probably him, although both his style and looks were quite different."

Double Leaf loosened her grip and curiously asked, "The style and looks were very different and you still recognized him?"

"I didn’t recognize him, it was he who recognized me, okay? I just realized it afterward."

Motan spread his hands, then mockingly started picking his nose with his middle finger, "Although I’ve killed quite a few people back then, most were broadly defined as ’bad guys’, and that Kordo’s camp was [Neutral Good], so after narrowing it down, it was only that unlucky guy who was yelling at the warehouse entrance left."

Double Leaf, with a look of disgust, released Motan’s hair and cautiously shifted half a meter away from his nose-picking finger, coldly chuckled, "And yet, that unlucky guy turned out to be second on the combat power rankings, surprising isn’t it, unexpected?"

Motan flicked his clean middle finger dismissively, "He blew up on the spot, and I survived."

"Right, I’ve been meaning to ask you, what was that all about just now?"

Double Leaf eyed Motan skeptically, uncertainly asking, "Why did he seem to be about to unleash some powerful move and then suddenly kneel and blow up?"

Now able to walk normally, Motan shakily stood up, shrugged, and said, "How would I know? All I could think about then was I was going to die, who knows why he suddenly kneeled, and what that cool-looking black light was all about, I’m clueless too."

"Really?"

Double Leaf asked incredulously, and upon noticing that Motan suddenly turned to walk away, she exclaimed, "Where are you going?"

"Just wandering around, none of your business."

Motan waved his hand nonchalantly and without looking back said, "And it’s none of your mentor’s business either."

He then squeezed into the chaotic crowd and soon disappeared.

"How did that kid notice me..."

After a while, AnaˑTaˑ Laxia’s soft voice rang in Double Leaf’s ear.

"Who knows."

As Double Leaf messaged Kordo to check on his condition, she casually replied, "Let him go. If I’m not wrong, that guy cooperating with me up till now, pushing the situation to this point, was just so that he could ’just wander around’ at this moment."

"That’s fine, I’m here just to protect you anyway."

The whereabouts-unknown Taˑ Laxia replied lightly.

"No, if possible, I hope you can go and knock some sense into those three from the Marshal Main Battle Corps influenced by the heretics."

Double Leaf simply smiled and whispered, "After all, the only threat has been eliminated, why not let the battle end sooner?"

Tara Lascha’s voice halted for a moment and she refused, "No, the Mage Guild is a neutral organization, and I am, after all, registered at the Saramun Branch."

"You’re overthinking it, Ana. The opponent are believers of the Evil God, not just one of the Nine Great Families of the Violet Empire. If you lend a hand, it will only benefit the Mage Guild. Trust me, afterward, they will definitely promote you as a hero who bravely confronted evil, restored order from chaos, upheld high morals, and established a righteous image for the guild."

Double Leaf scoffed and shook her head, "Ana, you don’t seriously believe in so-called ’neutrality,’ do you? That thing isn’t worth as much as my face."

Genius mage Ana Tara Lascha then fell silent for a long while before she reluctantly said, "Although I admit I’m nowhere near as politically astute as you, could you stop addressing me as ’Ana’? Do you know how many years older I am than you?"

"Oh, sorry, Grandma Lascha."

"...Just call me Ana."

"So if you have the ability, why not lend a hand? You don’t like unnecessary deaths, right?"

"I’ve noticed you and that Dabus really are alike, always preferring to stand in others’ shoes to think and analyze problems, using your final argument to achieve your own goals."

"So, what’s your answer?"

...

"Ana?"

...

"Heh, after so much talk, you still ended up helping."

...

Fifteen minutes later

On the outskirts of the Mercury City battlefield,

Having completely recovered from the "Escape" side effect, Motan had removed his robe and changed into his most capable outfit. He also wore a modest black hood and was silently and rapidly moving towards Mercury City.

[Indeed, the Marshall Family had bet everything on that assassination, so they have no follow-up strength left, and my successful infiltration here is the best proof.]

[If nothing goes wrong, the battle should end within about three hours. Considering variables, it will take at least two hours, but it can’t last until nightfall.]

[Though the time is tight, it’s enough.]

[Heh, it was planned days ago, but it’s quite beyond expectation that it has corroborated the current ’me’ as the Shadow of the Apocalypse.]

[Yet, it is really exhausting to constantly stop myself from thinking ’how to kill Cordova’; otherwise, messing up the good situation due to my own thoughts would be troublesome.]

[Thrilling, while I roughly know Cordova’s remaining energy isn’t much, and he only has a crystal left, it’s still risky. If I die before his energy is exhausted, or if I’m not the ’Shadow of the Apocalypse,’ I guess I’ll have to kneel down to him.]

[The prophecy’s four Apocalypses, those confirmed to be mine are ’Tan Mo’ and ’Mor,’ and it can be inferred that the second Light of the Apocalypse is likely not Yu Chen but ’Hei Fan’... So under the circumstances where there’s only one Shadow of the Apocalypse position left... What about that one in the City of Light and the other on the Southeast Continent...]

"This is really fascinating~"

Motan laughed heartily and casually pulled out a small bat from his sleeve, then with a strong flick, tossed it high into the air...

"Hey! Stop playing dead, the deal is about to start!"

Chapter 557: The End