Four Split Personalities

As for the non-cooldown "Crescent Moon," although it had a significant consumption of 50 Physical Strength Value per second, its practicality was no less than the previous three skills, and even surpassed them. Once the skill was activated, as long as the opponent’s strength was not much greater than Motan’s, his evasion rate, boosted by 200% movement speed, was absolutely high. Moreover, the effect of ’one evasion = 100% critical hit counterattack’ was outrageously good. Such a skill in a battle scenario was simply maniacal, especially when wielded by Motan under an Orderly Good persona—his ghostly reflexes were more than just icing on the cake.

Finally, this set of skills did not require a mounted state. For Motan, who had only a few low-level skills for ground combat, it was a significant enhancement.

All in all, just these four active skills had improved "Mor’s" overall strength by at least thirty percent. Coupled with the substantial experience given by another hidden quest, in a lateral comparison, his current level 24 with two epic weapons was already comparable to most frontline players in terms of power.

It must be said, fortune is indeed a curious thing. Whether it was Hei Fan, who had resolved the disaster of the entire Misha County, or Tan Mo, who had directly transformed the Violet Empire, their gains were not small, but in terms of pure personal strength, their improvement could not compete with the current "Mor." If Motan could simultaneously control his three characters in one fight, even if Hei Fan and Tan Mo teamed up against Mor, they would likely be whittled down to nothing in a short amount of time.

Of course, the Motan with an Orderly Good persona normally wouldn’t do something so cruel; at most, he would just thrash his opponents a good deal.

Time seemed to slow, and in the blink of an eye, two hours had passed. Motan, who had been ruthlessly trained by Darian, finally completed the daily quest "Accept Knight Training from the Diesel Family (III)." His mastery of one-handed weapons had risen another level, and his experience as a Thorn Knight was now more than half, bringing him one step closer to the epic task of transitioning into a "Righteous Knight" using the "Diesel Knight Training Manual - Handwritten Version."

However, today’s rehabilitation was not yet over. Although the daily quest was completed, Darian was not a brainless NPC controlled by the system. Seeing that Motan’s mental state was still quite good, he naturally continued the ’training.’ However, by this point, the latter’s sensory compliance had regained 65% system reduction, so the pressure was significantly less.

But just then, a sudden change occurred. Just as Motan had dodged Darian’s sword under "Crescent Moon" status and was preparing to counterattack, a sudden feeling of disconnection attacked him, not only slowing his movement but also making his figure somewhat unstable...

However, Darian’s reaction was exceptionally fast. The inscrutable Great Lord had already stopped his strikes the moment he noticed something off with Motan, and with a quick step, he appeared beside him, supporting his wavering form with one hand, and asked with some concern, "Is it happening again?"

"Yes, I have a bit of a headache."

Motan gave a wry smile, then suddenly passed out.

Darian shrugged at Jadka, supporting Motan’s body with one hand and carrying him to the edge of the field. He casually threw him onto Ya Ya’s bed, saying, "Looks like Silent Brother’s transformation backlash has started again."

"Be gentle."

Jadka gave him a look, saying disdainfully, "That’s no way to treat someone."

"Grandpa..."

Darian shook his head with a wry smile and spread his hands, "Do you know how many people cry and beg for my guidance?"

Jadka sneered, crossing his arms and giving him a sidelong glance, "So? I suppose my little brother is quite fortunate then?"

"Not at all!"

Darian immediately shivered, waving his hands vigorously, "It’s my honor to guide a knight apprentice of your caliber, Grandpa!"

"Woof... Mor..."

At that moment, the already restless Ya Ya smacked her lips, and with an odd strength, broke free from the magic pattern straps that confined her to the bed, pulling the ’unconscious’ Mor into her arms. She rubbed her little face vigorously against his chin, then clung to him with the ferocity of an octopus.

Despite the slender cotton nightgown she wore, bound as it was with bandages, the scene was still enough to make most men’s blood run hot. If it had been some male players with weaker mental fortitude, they might even have been kicked offline by the system directly.

Of course, such an incident was unlikely to happen to Mor (Orderly Good persona). Firstly, his mind was quite strong. Although he was not completely unmovable, he at least wouldn’t lose control too severely. Moreover, Mor (again, limited to Orderly Good) could generally be seen as an upright gentleman. Under normal circumstances, he would suppress Ya Ya’s overly affectionate actions. The reason he hadn’t stopped her now, letting her hold his head to her chest and snore, was simple...

It was because he had disconnected. At this moment, "Mor" was nothing but a driven shell.

But this was something only Ji Xiaoge and Dabus could guess. As for everyone else...

"That, Grandpa..."

Darian quietly moved close to Jadka’s ear, whispering, "Were Silent Brother and Miss Ya Ya always like this? I thought he and Miss Yege were an item."

"You misunderstood. Ya Ya is just particularly clingy to Mor. They aren’t that kind of relationship."

Old Jia watched the two entwined before him and shrugged numbly, "Blame yourself for placing Mor next to Ya Ya. That girl likes to stick to Mor even when she’s lucid, let alone in her current delirious state."

"I’m so jealous..."

"What did you just say?"

"Cough cough, I mean, they really have a great relationship."

"Hmph, speaking of which..."

Jadka suddenly furrowed his brows and looked at Darian with a complex expression until he completely unnerved the latter before slowly saying, "I heard, lad, that you’re at such an age and still don’t have a partner?"

"Grandpa, can we not mention this..."

"Stop your nonsense. Tomorrow, have Lambert draw up a list for me. Grandpa will help you pick someone out. Continuing the family line is a big deal! Inheritance, you understand? Inheritance!"

"Er, grandpa, aren’t you also..."

"Hm?"

"..."

Darian silenced for a second and then wisely changed the subject, "So, it turns out that Silent Brother is really with Miss Yege..."

"Not really, although they’ve indeed been quite close."

Knowing that this grandson was changing the subject, Jadka replied irritably and then shrugged, "It’d actually be nice if they could end up together."

"Yeah, a talented man and a beautiful woman."

"You two..."

Xiaoge twitched the corners of her mouth and glared at the two men who forgot to lower their voices, then as Jadka and Darian looked up towards her, she asked with a radiant smile...

"Aren’t you hungry?"

...

Meanwhile, in the City of Light, suburbs, the small courthouse basement level three

"What is this!"

Bored, Cordova suddenly stood up, staring straight at the cluster of black mist that had gathered in the cell in front of him and instinctively took a step back, "It’s not an illusion! Indeed, it’s this aura... what on earth is this guy..."

"Ah!!!"

The next second, a young man in rags, covered in black aura, suddenly appeared and slammed into the cell bars, letting out a series of indistinct roars: "Ahhh!!!"

Then he was thrown back during a burst of sparks-like light.

"Holy moly..."

Already instinctively raising the Staff of the Punisher, Cordova was stupefied and muttered under his breath, "Is he really that weak?!"

...

Chapter 520: The End