Four Split Personalities

Motan and Ji Xiaoge exchanged glances, neither speaking, just silently watching even the recording which was unable to ensure the Last Dragon King’s shape was stable.

"This is your score."

Boss pointed at the air in front of the two, where a faint golden number ’nine’ had appeared out of nowhere, and then pointed at the door behind, "The next test is an appearance evaluation...yes, I’m referring to appearances. We all know a child’s looks can be influenced to some extent by their caretakers, so if the person who is going to raise my child looks too apologetic, then... well... you know... after all, it’s my offspring... I always feel a bit... ahem... it captures the spirit, right?"

Ji Xiaoge: ".... It’s really not easy for him to have lived safely until his honorable death in battle; anyone else would have probably been beaten to death long ago."

Motan timely reminded, "Do you still remember the previous Dragon King who was defeated in his sleep?"

After a moment of silence, Ji Xiaoge cursed out a dirty word that was not too harsh.

"Of course, I also realize it’s a bit inappropriate to include looks in the test, so the scores you received in the knowledge test will be fully added to the final assessment of the appearance test. Oh, by the way, I should mention, it’s better for those who are not Dragon Descendants not to attempt the next test, um, definitely no chance without even a single scale."

Boss gave a somewhat apologetic smile, awkwardly adding.

Motan and Ji Xiaoge first looked stunned, then, as if by agreement, they turned their gaze to the shimmering golden ’nine’ in mid-air, and they instantly felt confident.

Then...

"The appearance test is in the next room, perfect score three hundred, pass mark two hundred, good luck... ugh!"

Boss’s image laughed weakly, then spat out a mouthful of blood, and disappeared.

Motan and Ji Xiaoge looked at each other, at a loss for words, not knowing what to say.

Five minutes later...

Rational Motan cautiously pushed open the large door of the third stone chamber, and the first thing he saw was a large, magnificent mirror standing in the center of the room, with a string of numbers floating above—

Aggregate Score: 9/300

Following him, Ji Xiaoge held her forehead and sighed, muttering, "I knew it... anyway, do your best, Dragon Descendant."

She even gave Motan a mischievous push after saying that.

"I really don’t have much confidence..."

Motan gave a wry smile, yet still obediently walked to the center of the room, standing in front of the mirror, staring eye to eye with his reflection.

Then...

"Body, forty-two points, fairly decent, I’d say."

The mirror suddenly spoke!

Of course, in reality, this thing didn’t have a mouth, but both Motan and Ji Xiaoge knew the voice was coming from within the mirror.

"Scales, thirty points, limited coverage and average coloration, looks like they haven’t been well maintained."

"Temperament, forty-three points, fairly decent, I’d say."

"Tail, thirty points, muscle proportion too low, don’t you exercise regularly?"

"Wings, zero points, you’ve got five seconds to transform, five, four, three, two, one, time’s up, zero points."

"Appearance, forty-five points, fairly decent, I’d say."

"Total score, one hundred ninety plus nine, verdict: Too bizarre, please leave, turn right out the door and knock on the second brick from the left to exit."

Motan: ...

Ji Xiaoge: ...

Chapter Five Hundred and Eighty-Seven: The End