Four Split Personalities

[Why does their entire family act this way?!]

This was Motan’s first reaction after Guxiaole summoned "Husband No. 19." The impact that this sister brought to him at this moment was unparalleled, just like Yi Dong’s mom who endlessly dotes on her paper wife, and just like Yi Dong’s dad who does the same...

That’s right, both parents were extremely addicted to their paper wives, with all kinds of figurines and merchandise that could even fill up Motan’s highly cost-effective rental apartment, showing their fanatic mindset and their prosperous family background.

In comparison, Yi Dong was relatively normal. Although he indeed had an innate interest in the second-dimension, considering the excessive number of figurines of his mom on the market and the fact that at every 2D convention, there were always large groups discussing "Gugu-chan," he, shadowed by some psychological trauma, appeared relatively normal, rarely exposing his otaku attributes.

But this Sister Xiao Le...

"It seems like the pupil outdoes the master,"

Motan muttered in an almost inaudible voice. After all, even if Aunt Gu was addicted, at least she had a live husband who could breathe. According to Yi Dong, his mom was love-struck at first sight with his dad, yearned over a photo for many years, and then took assertive action during Uncle Yi’s study trip, successfully winning her beau...her beloved man. It showed that her values were rather healthy.

But the Sister Le Le in front of him, who proclaimed "all three-dimensional men are scum," and had at least nineteen paper husbands, was truly bizarre.

"Hey, what are you mumbling about?"

Guxiaole raised her eyebrows suspiciously and snorted, "Are you jealous of our Xiao Shang’s beauty?"

"My lord, please be more dignified..."

The Summoned Creature named ’Tai Shang,’ looking dashing, sighed helplessly, his face a picture of conflict: "And if possible, I would prefer you not to call me by a nickname."

Guxiaole laughed and patted the other’s shoulder vigorously, "It’s not a nickname, it’s a term of endearment, term of endearment! Didn’t I tell you to call me ’Little Le Le’? Why still call me lord?"

"Yes, my lord."

"I told you not to call me ’lord’ anymore!"

"Yes, my liege."

"Not ’liege’ either!"

"Yes, master!"

"Are you doing this on purpose?!"

"Yes, my lord."

"..."

Guxiaole was completely deflated.

Meanwhile, Motan, as a commander, didn’t want to delay any further (nor could he bear to watch), and after a slight cough, he asked, "Um, Sister Xiao Le, can we put aside the nostalgia and your husband’s matter (Tai Shang shot him a forlorn look) for now? The pressing matter at hand..."

"The pressing matter is you’re worried everyone won’t hold out until the Knight Order returns, right?"

Guxiaole cut him off cheerily, turning to look at the raging battlefield below the command platform, "Don’t worry, I’ve been conserving strength and have gathered a substantial amount of Spiritual Power from this unpleasant land, all to give you a hand at times like these. Tell me, dear Hei Fan, what would you like me to do?"

Motan didn’t beat around the bush and, after glancing at the system time, asked directly, "If we need to hold out for five minutes, how many Mutants can you stop? No need to kill them, just block them."

Guxiaole scratched her head and, after thinking for less than half a second, replied cheerily, "All of them."

"All of them?!"

Motan was stunned, his expression incredulous, "I mean all the Monsters that are currently charging at our defenses..."

"You’ve already said, my Chinese isn’t any worse than yours, so there’s no need to emphasize it again,"

Guxiaole smiled charmingly, then turned to the blue-haired youth quietly standing beside her, "Did you hear that, Xiao Shang? Can you handle this?"

"It would be an honor, my lord,"

Tai Shang bowed slightly, then turned to Motan and saluted, "So, my lord, just blocking those spirits for five minutes will suffice, right?"

Just from that one sentence, it was clear that this Summoned Creature’s intelligence was certainly no different from that of a regular NPC.

Motan’s acceptance was strong enough. Although it was startling that Guxiaole as a player could hold the entire front line against the Mutants for five minutes all by herself, he quickly accepted the situation and nodded slightly, "That’s correct, thank you."

"As a Shikigami under my lord’s command, and you being my lord’s friend, there is no need for such courtesy toward Tai Shang,"

Guxiaole’s Husband No. 19 smiled at Motan and said with a deep voice, "Moreover, Tai Shang is also quite taken by the master strategist in you, and it would be an honor to make a modest contribution to your plan."

With that, he began to float in mid-air, displaying none of the signs of magic or other energy. Tai Shang seemed entirely unfettered by gravity as he casually lifted off from the ground and sped towards the front line not far away.

Seconds later, he appeared in front of two warriors backed against Heavy Shields, the very forefront of the defense line, where a multitude of bodies lay, eighty percent of which were the decapitated carcasses of the Mutants, and the rest were warriors who hadn’t been retrieved by the joint forces yet. They lay quietly on the battlefield that was anything but quiet, as if waiting for that eventual victorious news to arrive...