Four Split Personalities

Jadka’s body trembled slightly, his eyes rimmed red.

Motan and his companions stood dumbstruck as if petrified.

In the next second, the thunderous sound of horse hooves abruptly ceased. A total of six hundred and twenty Diesel Knights simultaneously drove their dragon spears into the ground and then, drawing their longswords in a reversed grip, gave the standard knightly salute from atop their horses to the weathered old mage with white hair and a shabby appearance... a salute of greeting.

"Welcome home, Lord Jadka Diesel."

All the knights present, including Darian Diesel, said in unison.

"You all..."

Jadka choked up, waving his hand with a laugh and a tear, took a deep breath, looked up at the sky for a long while, and finally just raised his hand to gently cover his face, unable to say a word.

"We’ve all been waiting for your return."

Darian walked slowly to Jadka’s side, smiled at his tear-streaked old uncle, casually pointed to Sergei, lying not far away, glanced around at the Diesel Iron Riders, and repeated, "Crush him."

"Yes!"

The knights roared in response and the next second, with a rhythm pleasing to the eye, they rushed interweavingly toward Sergei, ruthlessly trampling over him with their war horses; the entire process was as smooth as if practiced hundreds of times, making sure that every second, a hoof was stomping on the target without disrupting the formation or pace.

Yet, Sergei, a High-Level Fighting Monk, merely incapacitated and not stripped of his strength, did not die immediately. With his robust physique and the ’Ghost Breath Technique’ he had used earlier, even the war horses, each weighing hundreds of pounds along with their riders, struggled to kill him quickly.

Thus, this malicious execution lasted nearly ten minutes. Under the orderly trampling of the Diesel Iron Riders, by the time Darian ordered a halt, the once fearsome High-Level Monk Sergei was evenly spread within a three-meter radius of where he had initially fallen.

A total of six hundred and twenty war horses, none of their hooves were not red.

And it was only after all this had ended that Ji Xiaoge, who came to her senses wanting to speak with Motan, realized he had vanished without a trace at some point.

"Well, all my equipment is shattered, and after the transformation skill ended, I was left bare. Although players might see a pixelated mosaic, streaking in front of hundreds of burly dudes and strong women here is kind of embarrassing, so I logged out first. When you turn around, greet Old Jia and the others for me and say that move I just pulled had some side effects. I need to find a secluded place to gather my strength and meditate or something; tell everyone not to worry about looking for me. I’ll come find them once I’m alright. Let Ya Ya and the others heal in peace, let Old Jia catch up with his family~"

Supported by two female knights, Ji Xiaoge frowned slightly as she read the message bar, and shook her head with a hint of resignation. She found herself being used increasingly as a scapegoat by Motan, also a player.

But the girl didn’t think too much about it, partly due to her nature and partly due to a kind of complicit mentality. Although there were quite a few doubts or problems in that speech, Ji Xiaoge, requested to cover for Motan, can feel somewhat blind to the deceit.

Of course, it wasn’t possible for her not to suspect anything at all; Ji Xiaoge, although somewhat blunt, was never foolish, but precisely because she wasn’t foolish, she wouldn’t dig too deeply into Motan’s affairs.

Besides, she had other worries now...

After experiencing the recent battle that left her feeling unusually helpless and desperate, for the first time, Ji Xiaoge desired to grow stronger in this game.

...

Real-time PM 23:39

"Phew, it’s been just under an hour."

Motan climbed out of the game cabin, somewhat exhausted, first picked up his phone to check the time, then exhaled a long breath, "But it felt like it’s been half a month..."

Yes, without a doubt, this upright individual was alluding to someone’s long-winded and overconfident martial arts scenes from the last dozen Chapters, trying to seek justice for the readers. Since it is indeed the case, I won’t quibble with him here, after all, I am unreasonable.

So, back to the main point...

Motan had an epiphany just now and directly logged off through a stall that nobody noticed, although it might be hard to explain to Ji Xiaoge. Surely, he would face numerous inquiries from his companions upon logging in next time, but he was simply out of options, and it was better than exposing his identity directly.

It was only during times like this that Motan would especially miss one of his personalities. If it were led by "Chaotic Neutral," the latter would likely leave no stone unturned.

"Let’s think of a plan under that crazy state later..."

Motan naively thought, not knowing that once he truly became "Chaotic Neutral," he would hardly be interested in figuring this out.

"It’s not even twelve o’clock yet."

Motan stretched lazily and threw himself onto the sofa, turning on the TV casually. "Can’t log in now anyway. Even if the negative status from ’Scale Break’ counts offline time, I still need to wait at least six hours. Might as well rest and wait until I can log into other accounts."

...

Meanwhile, Game Time PM16:21

Violet Empire, the royal capital Sālāmù’ēn, Ujin Main Hall

"I don’t know what else there is for us to talk about, Ms. Daisy."

The somewhat stooped Grand Duke Dundis waved his hand wearily and said solemnly to the plain-looking, plump orc woman in front of him, "From the moment he fled Bafir, he had already forsaken the last of his Grand Duke’s dignity. Our campaign and the downfall of the Marshall Family are inevitable. So instead of having a ’casual chat’ with me, you might as well hurry and tell your master to prepare for your family’s escape. No further ado!"

The elder issued the order to leave with a grim face.

"Please, calm down, Grand Duke Dundis."

The orc woman smiled benevolently and sat down on a chair beside her, showing no intention of leaving. "Firstly, although I do not deny that I’m helping Bafir Marshall, he is not my boss. Secondly, although the joint campaign led by the Violet Royal Family... Ah, or should I say Prince Shu Bresen, is inevitable, the downfall of the Marshall Family is not certain, should you choose to cooperate with us. Oh, by the way, my name is Jiawen, so please forget the name Daisy Hannah."

Dundis snorted coldly and shook his head, "Stop talking nonsense. I’ve cooperated with you once before, but what was the result? Campaigning is not a trivial matter; do you think I would risk my family? Ms. Jiawen?"

"I don’t know if you would risk your family."

Jiawen shrugged her shoulders, then slowly took out a few pieces of parchment from her pocket and shook them leisurely, "However, Grand Duke Hussein is quite confident in us, and as far as I know, you have much stronger reasons to stand with us than that businessman."

"I don’t understand what you are saying."

"Alright, then let me be clear."

Jiawen casually dropped the stack of parchment on the floor and slowly stood up...

"Marshal intends to kill Clive Bresen and Shu Bresen, assisting Lord Rebbo to become the new king of Violet. I wonder, what are your thoughts on this?"

Chapter 501: The End