Four Split Personalities

[System Prompt: Due to an imperfect blood pact, memory sharing has failed. Please try again after naming your companion.]

"So it seems you don’t have a name yet..."

Motan chatted with Ji Xiaoge about the system prompt in private messages while he patted the head of the dragonkin companion in front of him, asking, "Do you want me to name you?"

The latter drooped their eyelids and nodded, "Sure, since you’re going to be looking after me for quite a while, I grant you the honor of naming this lord."

"Great, I’ve actually thought of several good names just now."

Motan smiled and offered his first suggestion, "How about Leonardo?"

The dragonkin huffed, "Not impressed."

"What about Raphael? I think that’s nice too."

"Don’t like it, that name makes me feel like an artist, and I hate artists."

"How about Michelangelo?"

"Stinks, too long, and silly."

"Donatello sounds smart, right?"

Motan, a bit embarrassed, gave the last name that came to his mind.

"To be honest, buddy..."

The dragonkin rolled their eyes in exasperation, "Don’t you have any better ideas?"

Ji Xiaoge joined in at this moment, cheerily suggesting, "How about Sprint?"

Then she playfully winked at Motan.

Clearly, she had guessed the inspiration behind his naming attempts.

"Would you date someone named Sprint?"

The dragonkin didn’t respond immediately, instead lifting their eyelids to counter-question Ji Xiaoge.

The girl pouted, "Dream on."

"Terrible name, sounds awful."

"Mo, us coming here today was definitely a mistake..."

"Yeah, now I finally understand what that note in the final quest meant by ’It’s not too late to turn back now!’," Motan rubbed his forehead and glared irritably at his ’companion’ in front, "So what do you actually want, it’s just a name, if you don’t like any of them, then think of one yourself."

Even with a good temper, being repeatedly choked by this shameless creature, even Motan was getting annoyed.

And then...

"You said it, I gave you a chance, you know!"

The dragonkin’s eyes lit up, grinning, "I just thought of a really majestic, domineering name!"

Motan, feeling utterly drained, didn’t want to continue the back and forth and just waved his hand, "Alright, alright, whatever you think is good."

"Great! From today on, my name shall be..."

...

[Emperor]

Blood Covenant Companion

Partner: Mor

Race: Mutated Sub-Dragon

Gender: Male

Level: 24 Dragon Species

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Health Points: 3000/3000 (Survival Instinct Activated)

Physical Strength Value: 1700/1700 (Survival Instinct Activated)

Talents: Gold Bloodline, Longevity Species, Last of the Royal Line, Crystal Cluster Shell, Solo Action EX, Pseudo-Dragon Might, Survival Instinct, ???

Basic Attributes: Strength 71, Agility 5, Wisdom 15, Constitution 75

Cultural Attributes: Eloquence 50, Charm 3, Knowledge 45, Leadership 3

Combat Attributes: Dragon Language Magic Level 0 (Locked)

Skills: Shrinking Turtle, Crystal Cluster Burst, Furious Dragon Charge, Sub-Dragon Breath, Tail Hammer, Iron Head, Fury, Swearing, Scuttle

...

"Alright, from now on, your nickname will be Wang Badan, no objections allowed, or else we’ll just dump you somewhere! Do you know how many Skeleton Bandits are around here? Are you afraid of Skeleton Bandits or not?"

Ji Xiaoge announced with a grand gesture, forcefully suppressing Motan’s attempt to dub his dragon-winged companion Emperor, making the final decision unquestionably.

"Big brother! Brother, I really don’t want this!"

Yet Wang Badan, whose nickname had just been firmly set, rapidly crawled over to Motan’s feet, latching onto his shoelaces and wailing with tears and snot, "Big brother, please say something for me! I don’t want to be called Wang Badan! Won’t people laugh me to death when they hear this? Brother, please have mercy and ask Sister to think of a better-sounding name for me! Even changing it slightly to ’Baba’ would be fine, but Badan is just too much!"

Motan chuckled awkwardly, patted the latter’s head, and said earnestly, "It’s not that I won’t help you, mainly because that full name you chose yourself really does owe a beating, so let’s stick with this for now. It’s good for you to learn a lesson."

"What if I finish learning my lesson?"

Wang Badan continued to choke and sob.

"Then we’ll knock off a word, calling you Wang Ba."

Ji Xiaoge, who had sauntered back to Motan’s side, delivered the line with the cold expression her sister was known for.

"Damn!!"

The Wang Ba who was crying just a moment ago immediately got fired up, shouting angrily: "I’d rather crush the jade than shatter the roof tiles, better to die than to break the net! You might as well just kill me here!"

Motan, who had completely figured out Wang Ba’s temper, ’swooshed’ and whipped out the Corona Slash Sword, raising an eyebrow, "Are you sure?"

"Wang Badan consents!"

"..."

Motan sighed deeply, exchanging an exhausted look with Ji Xiaoge, and reluctantly said, "Anyhow, let’s not talk about the name thing for now, I’ll share my memories with you first."

"Emperor has noted..."

"Hm?"

"Wang Badan obeys the command!"

"Can you tone it down? Even if you were just born and are a bit excited, you should’ve calmed down after such a long time."

Motan kicked the Wang Ba in front of him neither too lightly nor too heavily, and then followed the system guide, placing his hand on the latter’s head and selecting [① Share all non-sensitive game content of the character ’Mor’] from the vision-only interface.

After duly... more accurately, after the other party himself had chosen a good name for himself, Motan had officially formed a contract with his partner, and he could now even pull up Wang Ba’s panel information from the menu bar, so the previously impossible memory sharing could naturally be carried out smoothly.

Two minutes later, Motan and his Wang Ba partner opened their eyes simultaneously in a daze...

"Well, about that, Brother Mor, there’s something I’m not sure if I should say."

"You speak first..."

"Oh, then I’ll speak."

After a long silence, Wang Badan finally spoke up in a faint voice, "Are you... by any chance a Drama Queen? I’ve only briefly caught glimpses of your memories from the past three months, and frankly, I don’t feel like leaving here. Vile dwarves, self-destructing old men, goofy dog sisters, perverse demons, double-headed idiots, weird time travelers, unlucky fools, what kind of calamities are these? The only one who seems kinda normal even..."

He sneakily glanced at Ji Xiaoge, lowering his voice to Motan, "Is like a seductive viper who can turn an egg into a Detonator."

"That’s not how you use the term ’seductive viper’..."

Motan tugged at the corner of his mouth, frowning, "Also, you shouldn’t talk about people like that, calling them demons, idiots... If you keep talking about people that way, I’ll ask Sister Yege to stir-fry a couple of dishes for your send-off."

"Sister Yege!"

Wang Ba suddenly threw back his head and shouted loudly, "Brother Mor said to have you stir-fry a couple of dishes to send me off!"

Motan’s face turned pale with shock, shakily pointing at the mischievously grinning Wang Ba in front of him, nearly choking on his breath.

Then he saw Ji Xiaoge, who seemed to be surging with a dark aura, elegantly walking over, pulling out a large pot from her pack with a ’clang’ and dropping it on the ground, offering a particularly kind smile to one person and one turtle, "Sure thing, sure thing, everyone gets a share."

...

Fifteen minutes later

Motan, who had lost nearly a quarter of his Health Points, finally succumbed. He was afflicted with seventeen or eighteen different negative effects, mostly Dizziness, Chaotic, Scalding, and Poison, lying on the ground like a dead fish, breathing more out than in.

Of course, this was far from enough to make him kick the bucket; in fact, despite the dazzling string of DEBUFFs on his panel, from an objective point of view, Motan’s physical condition was still better than when he sparred with Darian. If one disregarded the mental trauma, the extent of this burden was entirely within the realm of playfulness.

After he face-planted onto the ground, Ji Xiaoge, who was still simmering soup next to him, lit up with an idea...

That Wang Ba who buried his head in the food bowl seemed to be eating so joyously!

Chapter 592: End