Four Split Personalities

In ten minutes, this space will collapse, and death is certain...

The red Array can transport a person to the location of the trial, but it is dangerous.

The blue Array can send a person back to the entrance they came from, with no danger.

However, the spatial environment here is unstable, and if the Array is triggered rashly, anyone whose constitution is below that of an Adult Giant Dragon will likely be torn to pieces by the spatial currents.

So, whether one chooses to take the trial or return to the starting point, to survive one must meet a prerequisite: to drink the gift left by the Last Dragon King Poshu Gálong—he called it Blood Marrow, which can significantly enhance one’s physical fitness in a short time.

There is only one cup of Blood Marrow...

And yet, there are two people in this room.

[Darn it!]

After the shadow left by Poshu subsided, Motan quickly analyzed the situation and immediately realized that the current circumstances for himself and Ji Xiaoge were extremely dire.

Since the legacy was only an image, everything here was arranged a thousand years in advance, leaving no room for negotiation. Motan reasoned that Poshu must have intended to provide more than a single cup of Blood Marrow, as one might fear the trial and opt to leave, but it doesn’t mean he could find the rest.

Perhaps this Dragon King intended it as a consolation prize for those who managed to reach this far but were incapable of facing the trial. However, he did not foresee that there would be two visitors at once, especially two players barely beyond level twenty, who were not even as robust as some muscular Orcs!

Thus, a deadlock arose...

Although only one person would die, and the other who drinks the Blood Marrow would survive, it still was a deadlock.

"Hey, why have you suddenly stopped talking?"

Ji Xiaodao, seeing the Dragon King stop talking and Motan not translating like before, couldn’t help but ask curiously, "What did this guy say to you? What were those two Arrays and that small wine cup about?"

[Should I tell the truth?]

Motan quickly thought about it but immediately rejected the idea. After all, Ji Xiaoge is not a fool; she would realize what he had immediately understood, that both of them were in a deadlock. Knowing this, she would undoubtedly choose to let Motan drink the Blood Marrow and gladly face death herself.

Having spent a long time together in the game, Motan knew all too well about Ji Xiaoge’s straightforward personality and nature. While she seemed to be a sunny and cheerful young lady, her sense of justice and responsibility were very strong; she even occasionally acted too kindly, like when she got into a conflict the first time they were in Dragon Soul Town over a misunderstanding involving tied-up dogs. Despite her low level and weak strength at the time, her bravery to confront Jadka, who appeared like a Sage, was admirable.

And the events that followed proved she was not recklessly fearless but consistently true to her character.

Would such a girl, after having cajoled Motan into entering the Dragon King’s Tomb and discovering only one could survive, choose to let herself live?

[Absolutely impossible!]

Motan sighed imperceptibly. He even had an unfounded premonition that if the same situation occurred in reality, Ji Xiaoge would still make the same decision without hesitation.

She was the most princess-like person Motan had ever met, yet she was the least related to the so-called "princess syndrome." Although she never avoided flaunting her beauty and occasionally joked about it, this girl with overpowering senses of duty and justice never felt entitled to any special treatment. She was a genuinely kind, proactive person.

Like the shining sun.

"Mo~ What are you daydreaming about!"

Ji Xiaoge shook Motan’s arm vigorously, wrinkling her nose as she urged, "What exactly did that terribly behaved Dragon King say? What should we do next!"

"Oh, sorry, I was just wondering who exactly this Lady Sara is."

Motan smiled sincerely, and he wasn’t lying because he had indeed thought about who Sara could be briefly, although that wasn’t the reason for his hesitation, which lasted nearly half a minute, but the statement itself seemed unproblematic.

Ji Xiaoge chuckled and shook her head, "I thought about it too, just not as long as you did, umm, you’re not one of those... um... something like a xenophile..."

"Absolutely not!"

Motan immediately rejected the notion while considering how to explain to Ji Xiaoge, as their time was running out. Even if Ji Xiaoge could stall by practicing Tai Chi Boxing for a while, in ten minutes this space would still collapse.

"I don’t believe it!"

"Don’t forget my talent; lying makes me weak."

Motan grinned and shrugged, "Do you think I would dare take a risk in this place?"

"Oh, then do you like me?"

Ji Xiaoge suddenly asked pointedly.