Four Split Personalities

The uncle didn’t pay attention to him, just silently took out an old-fashioned mobile phone from his pocket, dialed a string of numbers, and put it to his ear: "Hello! Is that Little Duan?"

An extremely loud exclamation came from the other end of the conversation: "Ah! Senior Ni Feng! What do you need me for?"

"Keep your voice down, will you?"

The uncle bellowed angrily, quickly turned the phone’s volume to the lowest, then put it back to his ear: "It was you who took care of that big demon at the power plant, wasn’t it?"

"What’s up? What’s the problem, huh? Something went wrong!"

"What? Shouldn’t have bothered to remove a massive bomb? No, that’s not it, being adaptable is good..."

"But do you realize you missed a Parasitic Thunder Goo Demon, kid! Just today, a young fellow happened to stroll by here, damn, if it wasn’t for me passing by after shopping for vegetables, there could’ve been casualties!"

"Electrification didn’t kill it? Not getting killed by electricity damn near scared me to death, okay! Stop with this useless talk, why didn’t you properly check the site that day!"

"In a hurry to deliver milk? Working and studying frugally? I freaking..."

"Alright, alright, no need for you to come over, I’ve handled it here."

"Yeah, I’ve eaten, no worries, my wife has been in a good mood these days."

"Sister-in-law, my foot, I’m old enough to be your grandpa, stop trying to cozy up to me."

"Fine, let’s leave it at that, but be careful when you’re riding your bike to deliver milk, it’s not easy for you, kid, treat me to a meal sometime."

"Sure, okay, bye."

After finishing this sentence, the uncle calmly hung up the phone, then glanced at Motan and snapped his fingers.

Then Motan regained his ability to move and speak.

"Master..."

"Cut it out, don’t get all ’chuunibyou’ on me, our organization doesn’t need unofficial extras."

The uncle interrupted Motan impatiently, then muttered something under his breath and his hands gently swept over a column nearby, then he pointed to where Motan was originally staring at and asked, "What is this?"

Motan looked in the direction of his finger, was startled for a moment before replying: "Electrical wires."

"Electrical wires are dangerous, you know that right."

The uncle casually educated him while bending down to pick up a flashlight from the ground.

"But that..."

"No buts, how come there are so many buts. Come on, I’ll show you something really cool."

The uncle once again pulled out something resembling a card from his pocket and waved it in front of Motan.

A somewhat unclear sensation of Dizziness came over...

"Young man, be careful!"

When he came to his senses, Motan found himself pushed to the ground by the uncle who had ’suddenly appeared’ behind him, followed by the original memory of being scolded, looking at electric wires, going out to pee, and taking a cab home in one continuous sequence...

After that day, Motan never tried to investigate anything related to the ’Edge people’ or the unknown aspects of this world, no matter under which personality.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested, but after a simple weighing of options, even under the most wildly ’Chaotic Neutral’ personality, Motan was very clear that some things were just not within his realm of qualification, so the plan to ’investigate the unknown side of this world’ was indefinitely shelved by him.

However, shelving it didn’t mean he had forgotten everything that happened that day. On the contrary, whether it was ’Magic Realm’, ’Parasitic Thunder Goo Demon’, ’big demon’, ’Edge people’ - these terms he had never heard of before, or the incantations that uncle had once mentioned, or even the milkman’s phone number, Motan remembered it all, not forgetting a single word.

And now...

...

[Edge people, huh... Although it sounds like a slip of the tongue, it’s the kind that accidentally reveals one’s true identity...]

Motan stared at the girl named Pomegranate, lost in a myriad of thoughts, momentarily entranced.

And Pomegranate, under Motan’s intense gaze, had her pretty face turning increasingly red, her head drooping lower and lower, shaking as if in vibration mode.

Autumn Moon seemed to completely miss this point, still standing to the side, smiling foolishly, probably feeling triumphant that Motan was Shocked by the identities of ’Future People’ and ’Envoy of God’.

The young man named Smith stared angrily at Motan upon noticing Pomegranate’s trembling becoming more frequent.

As for the ’Envoy of God’ named Ming Shen, she stood there expressionless, as if everything happening around her was of no concern to her.

In the end, it was Wang Badan that broke the silence, slightly shifting its body to gently bump Motan, asking in a whisper, "Big bro, what are you doing, playing the voyeur?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Motan only then realized it was rather impolite to stare so intently at someone, especially since the girl named Pomegranate was inexplicably wearing something akin to a bikini—a mysterious outfit of very little fabric that left her profession undiscernible. He promptly averted his gaze and fiercely kicked Wang Badan.

Autumn Moon chuckled, raising her eyebrows teasingly and said with what she deemed a very persuasive tone: "If you’re willing to trade that turtle, I might make an exception and let you rub Pomegranate’s [data deleted]!"

"Eh?!"

Pomegranate was instantly stunned, then collapsed to the ground kneeling and trembling as if struck by lightning.

"Don’t just offer up your teammates’ bodies to bribe others!!"

Smith lunged forward, vigorously shaking Autumn Moon’s shoulders and bellowed, "Please consider the feelings of the person involved, damn it!"

Autumn Moon curled her lip, kicked Smith away, and said indifferently: "You don’t understand, Pomegranate is much stronger than you think. Her spirit of sacrificing for the team is something you’ll never learn in your lifetime."

"What strength, damn it! Pomegranate senior is crying!!"

"That’s tears of joy, happy to be able to contribute."

"Where does she look happy!!!"

"How foolish."

Autumn Moon calmly disregarded Smith’s retorts, briskly walked up to Motan, looking utterly confident: "So, how about it? Is it a deal?"

Motan unconsciously took a step back and chuckled dryly while shaking his head: "No need, really no need."

"Really not even considering it?"

Autumn Moon was persistent.

"Really no need to consider."

Motan was determined.

"Alright then, it’s your loss~"

Autumn Moon pouted and then turned back to shout at the girl named Pomegranate: "Get up, I was just kidding, I won’t let anyone touch you!"

Pomegranate nodded, shakily stood up with a look of someone who just survived a disaster, and quickly hid behind Smith.

"Well, these are my team members."

Autumn Moon, having somehow climbed back onto Wang Badan’s back, crossed her legs comfortably and proudly said to Motan: "There’s also one named Old Tree who stayed back at camp to keep watch. He’s our team’s vice-leader, he..."

"He’s a sycophant."

Smith interjected seriously, emphasizing: "A very very sycophantic sycophant."

"Shut up."

Autumn Moon, who could be mistaken for a beauty of stunning grace when silent, glared fiercely at Smith before seriously telling Motan: "His setting is a Superpower User!"

"Setting..."

Motan, who by now was somewhat clued in, nodded slightly and after being silent for two seconds, he still asked Autumn Moon: "What kind of setting?"

"A setting is a setting."

Autumn Moon blinked her pretty eyes and spread her hands saying, "My setting is the leader, Pomegranate’s setting is a Future Person, Ming Shen’s setting is God’s Envoy, Old Tree’s setting is a Superpower User, and Ajiong’s setting is a jack-of-all-trades."

"Hey hey hey!"

Smith, looking irritated, crossed his arms and glared at Autumn Moon, grinding his teeth: "I’m not the least bit jealous of your overly fanciful delusions, but why am I the only one with the menial setting within the team? And why introduce everyone else with their in-game names and then suddenly call me by my real-life nickname?"

"Um, I think we need a jack-of-all-trades."

Autumn Moon touched her sleek chin and then winked at Smith: "Besides, Ajiong is just Ajiong."

Smith’s shoulders sagged in resignation...

"So, since we’re talking about settings..."

It was only now that Motan found an opportunity to interject, eagerly asking Autumn Moon: "Does that mean they are not actually Future People, God’s Envoys, or Superpower Users?"

"What else? Could they possibly be real? Like a Future Person or something."

Autumn Moon first paused and then suddenly looked at Motan with utter disdain...

"Are you an idiot?"

Chapter 616: End