Four Split Personalities

"Yes, we’re comrades, but from different squads."

Cordova looked at Motan with a pained expression and gritted his teeth, "After hearing your story, I finally remembered, Motan, you were the Priest who rushed over to heal me after our whole squad was wiped out and I was on the brink of death, right?"

Motan broke into a sweat and nodded stiffly, "So the warrior whose last words were ’terrible game experience’ was you?"

"It damn sure was me!"

Suddenly, Cordova roared and grabbed Motan’s shoulders, shaking him vigorously, "It~was~me~!"

Seeing Cordova almost shake a phantom out of Motan’s head, Yu Chen quickly interjected, "Well, Motan must have wanted to save Xiao Yu too, right?"

"Uh...but it still feels pretty frustrating..."

Cordova let go of Motan dejectedly and sighed deeply, "If you’d arrived half a minute earlier, I wouldn’t have ended up biting the dust there."

Motan gave an awkward laugh and scratched his hair, looking somewhat guilty, "Well, look on the bright side, if I had managed to save you back then, would you still be high up on the ranking list now, known as the great Cordova admired by thousands of young girls?"

Yu Chen tilted his head and rolled his eyes for a change.

"Holy shit, you make a good point."

Incredibly, Cordova slapped his thigh in realization, "Then I should actually thank you for not saving me."

"Don’t mention it~"

"Thank you, thank you!"

"You’re welcome, you’re welcome~"

"God damn should be..."

Cordova sat sulkily at the table, resting his cheek in his hand, "Now you know, at that time, it can be said that it was the Lord Marshal who indirectly got us killed. The mission of the Spark Squad was to ’rescue’ someone, and, looking back, our captain back then must have known something. He just didn’t anticipate running into Fire Claw’s soldiers and ended up getting his brains knocked out... Yep, our entire squad got our brains knocked out."

Motan glanced at him, "Are you mad at Fire Claw?"

"Heh, if this had been real life, no matter who killed me or why, I’d curse his whole family," Cordova replied lazily, spreading his hands, "But this is just a game, after all, and I’m used to dying now. Switching perspectives, Fire Claw’s reasons for dealing with Marshal’s scum completely hold water. Morally speaking, our act of rescuing that scumbag was wrong and getting killed was deserved, so let’s chalk it up to Marshal’s fault."

Yu Chen looked at Cordova with respect and whispered, "Xiao Yu is so sensible."

"Because it’s a game, Yu Chen."

Cordova stood up, stretching, and smiled, "Even though dying in The Realm of Innocence means starting over, there’s still a second...third...infinite number of chances. Maybe some care about their equipment, levels, etc., but I’m not that shallow."

"It’s actually just because you had low levels and no equipment back then, right? Simply put, dying didn’t mean much of a loss..."

Motan remarked casually from the side.

"You bastard!"

"If you had one or two epic items on you, would you still be so calm after getting killed?"

"Definitely not!"

Cordova emphatically responded and then walked toward the door with an open stride, "Anyway, no matter what, I’ve decided to go to the Violet Empire. I’m leaving now; please say hello to Xia Lian for me. Also, about that Apocalypse Shadow you guys are keeping, I’ll definitely have to report it honestly to the folks at Sky Pillar Mountain. Though I don’t know if they will come to negotiate or what, but it’s always good to be prepared. Plus, keeping that monster here is just a risk."

"Mhm, I’ll tell the Saintess!"

Yu Chen nodded vigorously and then curiously stopped Cordova, "Hey, Xiao Yu, I remember you became this powerful only after dying five times, right? So, what happened on the fifth time..."

She was indeed curious, although Cordova had mentioned it during the New Year, Yu Chen was on the phone with his mother providing reassurance at the time, so she missed the glorious fifth demise of the other party, which was truly regrettable.

"The fifth time..."

Cordova paused, his voice deep as he said, "Some lunatic stabbed me to death, that bastard is also someone I must settle accounts with, if I ever bump into him, I’m going to beat the SHI out of him!"

No sooner had he spoken than he strode away...

Motan suddenly shivered and shouted loudly, "Wait a minute! Actually, there’s nothing good about the Violet Empire, maybe you should reconsider..."

However, Cordova had already walked far away.

[I really don’t want you to beat the SHI out of me...]

Motan thought conflictedly, and then fervently hoped that Cordova would not bump into him. Because he had entrusted "Baitai" to Little Ai who stayed in Sālāmù’ēn, Tan Mo’s current appearance was exactly like the one during his tender encounter with Cordova. If caught red-handed, with his (in any state) combat abilities, it would simply be a rhythm of being pinned to the ground and hammered mercilessly without exception!

But...

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Game Time PM21:35

Violet Empire, Housaiyin Territory, Southern Territory

[But why should I obediently face him head-on~]

Motan sat quite comfortably in a rather luxurious carriage, leaning on soft cushions, munching fruit, and scheming merrily, delighted beyond measure.

"Heh, soon, very soon."

He casually lifted the curtain and looked at the orderly army outside the window, the endless array, packed with warriors, a brightly lit camp, messy battle flags, and lazily stuffed a sour and astringent green fruit into his mouth, shivering with delight, and chuckled with a playful gleam, "Violet, Dundis, Baroka, Hussein, Fernan... these urgently assembled armies may not be numerous, but their quality and total are considerable. If ’nothing unexpected happens’, taking down the Marshall Family who ’only know to traffic slaves and hoard wealth’ should be rather effortless, don’t you agree?"

At the same time, the air in front of Motan slightly twisted, and a petite and adorable girl appeared opposite him, lazily asking, "How did you find me?"

This unexpected guest was naturally Double Leaf.

"I didn’t discover you, pfft~"

Motan smirked foolishly, then spat the fruit core out of the window, blinking as he said, "In fact, I just habitually end each bit of my monologue with ’don’t you agree’ and just happened to catch you this time."

Double Leaf adjusted her glasses with her middle finger and offhandedly said, "Your earlier words had hidden meanings."

"Perhaps, if it wasn’t you who came to steal a scent, then my profound, suggestive, confident, and exceedingly badass words might have had some effect." Motan smacked his lips and glanced at Double Leaf, "It turned out... it’s like winking at a blind person."

Double Leaf casually grabbed an apple and took a bite, her little shoulders hunched as she mumbled unclearly, "Firstly, although I wear glasses, that doesn’t mean I’m blind; secondly, please don’t misuse idioms, using terms like ’stealing a scent’ on yourself is truly nauseating; lastly, at least when I’m here, you don’t have to be so vigilant, if someone is watching, I’ll notice immediately."

"Alright then, if that’s the case, let’s discuss something serious~"

Motan casually pulled the curtain, leaned slightly forward, crossed his fingers into a ’Gendo Commander’ pose: "I’d like to know how long your girlfriend’s elite legion will take to join up with the main force, and what do you think, our naive ’friends’ might try which method to take down old Clayvo?"

Double Leaf raised her eyebrows, "Emily and her people will be here in about a day and a half, and as for joining up, about three days, as for the second question... huh, is it that important, in our prepared state, does the manner of their actions really matter?"

"Of course, it’s very important."

Motan smiled cunningly, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes...

"If they can come up with something high-end... or strategies that aren’t too crude and disgusting, I might actually consider giving them a hand."

Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty-Four: The End