Four Split Personalities

Ji Xiaoge flew toward a torch stand not far away, took down the alchemical furnace that could no longer extract inert fire elements, and replaced it with a low-cost model before flapping her wings and leisurely strolling around with Motan by her side.

Due to the relatively small space, they did not amble around for long. In less than ten minutes, they thoroughly explored the area, and during this process, Motan reached three relatively certain conclusions...

Firstly, this place was indeed part of a Mage Tower, as indicated by various signs they found, suggesting that their current location was likely a small workshop.

Secondly, the owner must have left in a hurry, perhaps temporarily stepping out with plans to return shortly but never did.

Lastly, there was an exit here, and it seemed to be one-directional—leaving from the inside seemed unrestricted, meaning if the two of them wished to depart, they merely needed to push open the wooden door on the west side.

"It doesn’t seem like there’s any quest to trigger here."

Motan rubbed his forehead, turned around, and looked at Ji Xiaoge who was swinging on a chandelier: "What should we do? Want to try leaving this place?"

The girl shrugged her shoulders, covered in a cloud of dust as she flew back to Motan’s side, expressing her resignation: "It seems we have no choice. Although the outside feels a bit creepy, it’s still better than staying here the whole time, waiting for the beacon’s ten-hour cooldown is just too boring."

Actually, they had already pushed open that wooden door and looked outside; however, because they hadn’t completed their exploration at the time, they did not immediately leave.

"I suppose so."

Motan nodded slightly and then drew his Corona Slash Sword, holding it in front of him: "Follow behind me later. You have great mobility, but your constitution and defense are weak. You could easily become vulnerable if there are any traps."

"The bit about great mobility is redundant. I know my own strength."

Ji Xiaoge pouted, walked over to retrieve her torch from the wall, and then pulled out two tea eggs from her bag to hold in her hand, standing behind Motan with a smile: "Lead the way, my brave warrior."

"For you, my lady."

Motan, too, responded in jest before casually pulling open the wooden door, carefully descending the dry, cool spiral stairs with vigilance at every step.

After walking for about half a minute, they found themselves in front of a wooden door glowing dimly with purple light.

"Huh, it seems to be of the electric attribute. I should be able to handle it."

Motan let out a sigh of relief, signaled Ji Xiaoge to stay alert, and then activated his talent "Lightning Scales", raised his right hand and pushed it into the flickering electric light, and with a strong force...

Creak!

Losing just under ten percent of his Health Points, Motan successfully pushed open the door in front of him.

The next second, a piercing noise invaded their ears, which disappeared rapidly within two seconds...

Nearly fifty unkempt warriors holding weapons, drinking and skewering, emanating killing intent—essentially not looking like good folk—almost simultaneously turned their heads to stare in stunned silence at the man and woman standing behind them with equally astonished expressions.

Motan’s mouth twitched slightly, and after a long, awkward silence, he managed to utter in a dry tone...

"Having a bite?"

...

Fifteen minutes earlier

"The Realm of Innocence" system standard time PM18:31

Holy Calendar, Year 7821, Month of Poetry, Prayer Day 1

Northwest continent, Pride of Giant Dragon, Timing Tower, Second Floor

A young man with silver-white short hair was pacing anxiously in place, muttering to himself...

"Limited assistance... limited assistance... only limited assistance can be given... otherwise, everything will be corrected..."

Pulling his hair that still had some good years left in exasperation, he closed his eyes with a headache: "Damn it, how could limited assistance be of any use?! This freaking war was lost after just thirteen days of fighting—no, no, no, that wasn’t even a war; it was just bullying... arrwooo!!!"

The young man’s grumbling was cut off by a sudden wail of pain, then he jumped around clutching his boots in a berserk rage, glaring at the spiked book on the floor: "I just wanted to turn the cover into a motion picture, damn it! But why did the Iron-Brissled Boar that should have turned into a picture fuse with the book?! That’s not magic at all! Not magic whatsoever!"

After a burst of hysterical yelling, the silver-haired young man named Mourning dejectedly collapsed back onto the floor, looking especially haggard.

Although he had a cool head of silver short hair, A Sang was not a Dark Elf. In fact, his hair had turned white due to some uncontrollable factors, although he himself always felt it was worry that had turned it white...

He was a good-looking and healthy young human, appearing to be around twenty-five years old, dressed in a long robe with a black base and stars scattered across it. The dense magic patterns on it were constantly changing colors, but because they were originally quite dim, it wasn’t too dazzling to look at.

The rather wide-pointed hat on his head and the magic wand in his hand, made entirely of some kind of black wood and inlaid with eleven oval gemstones, unequivocally announced his identity as a Spellcaster, and a seemingly powerful one at that.

In fact, he could indeed be called ’strong’, even setting aside his player identity, Mourning as a person also counted as a powerhouse.

It was just a pity that due to some uncontrollable reasons, he had almost never appeared in the game’s rankings. The reason for ’almost’ was that he had been on the leaderboard for a dozen times, but cumulatively, for no more than two seconds.

Others didn’t know him, and since he started playing this game up until now, he hadn’t seen any other players, as if turning a perfectly good online game into a single-player experience.

Of course, this wasn’t his intention...

"I can’t hear the teacher’s voice again, talk about being out of luck."

After slumping for half the day, A Sang suddenly flopped onto the ground, rolling his eyes and said, "What to do, they have invited me to visit Sacred Dragon Peak tomorrow, but what the hell can I say... ’Hehehe, in fifty years, you’re gonna be smashed by the dynasty from the south, so just wash your necks and wait’? Damn, if I really said that it’d either be me slaying the dragon or the dragon slaying me."

He rolled around on the ground in frustration, then casually tossed out a spiral ribbon intertwined with red, blue, silver, and purple colors, like a twisted candy cane, directly smashing away a book full of spikes that was about to attack his behind. The latter fluttered on the ground a couple of times before it finally stopped moving.

"Truly worthy of being the Dragon King’s specially-raised pig, fusing with my book it could actually resist a mixed Element blast."

A Sang mumbled with glazed eyes, then flipped over to sit up, casually grabbing a piece of parchment and tossing it into the air, shooting a continuous, almost zero-lethality Dark Element blast from his index finger, and began flamboyantly writing on it—

’My friend Boss, it’s like meeting when I see your letter, I’m very happy you’re willing to invite this young human to visit Sacred Dragon Peak, but I’m sorry, I have more important things to do at the moment, and can’t make the rendezvous.

Before I leave, there’s a message I must convey to you. In fact, aside from the nine magic systems, I’ve also studied Astrology to some extent. Truth be told, fifty years from now, you may face... your whole family exploding...’

"Explode my head! Who the hell writes to a friend like that!"

Angered, A Sang exploded the piece of paper, then tossed a second sheet into the air, continuing to trace with the Dark Element...

’Not good, Boss! Those Sun Tzu guys from the southern Sun Dynasty are already eyeing you guys, and if you don’t prepare, in fifty years this land will be renamed ’Pride of Giant Dragon’...’

"No good."

He exploded the second piece of paper, smiling wryly, "The ’Pride of Giant Dragon’ shall definitely happen, the giant dragon kingdom will surely perish, if I do it like this, it’ll surely be corrected, sigh, life is hard for me."

[Master]

Just then, a soft female voice suddenly rang in his mind.

"What is it, Doraemon?"

A Sang casually asked his tower spirit.

[An intruder has broken into the Mage Tower.]

"What???"

[An intruder has broken into the Mage Tower.]

"Location!!!"

[Three meters in front of you.]

"Are you freaking kidding me?!"

[No, Master.]

"You are absolutely messing with me!"

[Truly not, Master.]

Chapter 566: In the End